Paul reported the accident to the authorities. They agreed: it was an accident. Paul arranged the funeral. His tears were heartfelt and plentiful, but the German who had introduced him to Margo cornered Paul at the funeral, letting know that they didn’t believe in coincidences. He warned Paul, “You will be dealt with.”

The decision was made to get him out of there quickly. The next evening Paul rowed a small boat out down the fjord and out to sea. A sleek black whale-like shape emerged from the depths of the sea. The English had offered Paul a ride on one of their submarines before the German’s death threat could be carried out. Paul boarded the sub, leaving the rowboat floating aimlessly. The sub quickly submerged setting a course for England.

Later that night the sub surfaced to recharge their batteries. The first mate manned the conning tower keeping watch over the dark, lonely waters. He took the opportunity to enjoy a fresh bowl of vanilla-flavored tobacco in his favorite pipe. He lit up. What were the chances someone would see the flare of that single match? A German U-Boat was a mere 300 yards away off the starboard side. Two torpedoes slammed into the English sub before they even realized they were under attack.