Gilpatric, Guy "Monkey Business at Gibraltar"
Glencannon and company steam into Gibraltar in a Mediterranean convoy, and the larcenous Scotsman no sooner touches land than he’s embroiled in a money-making scheme. As the Post’s tag line puts it: “There was nothing Mr. Glencannon wouldn’t do for the British Empire. He’d even play stepfather to an ape – if there was a bit of money in it.” Gilpatric includes in the short story a particularly evocative wartime description of Gibraltar’s safe harbor:
“A streaky pall of smoke hung low over the bay. Most of it was coming from the funnels of the anchored convoy that filled the roadstead from the inner moles to well beyond Europa Point, while the rest — it formed the lighter streaks — had drifted across the strait from brush fires burning on the African mountainsides. Rising above it against the dazzling noonday blue, the Rock of Gibraltar loomed like a gigantic lion basking in the sun.”