As destroyers went, she was unmistakably a veteran. Her two funnels were circular in section, with no suspicion of streamlining about them. Her five guns were short and fat and their shields looked oddly skimped beside those of the newer ships as if she had outgrown them and needed new ones. The torpedoes in her two triple sets of tubes were museum curiosities compared with those in the quadruple mountings of her younger and larger consorts. Masts and gun director alike were innocent of anything as new-fangled as radar, but the broad black top of the foremost funnel and the…