Paul closed the gap between himself and Margo as if to whisper a sweet thought into her ear when the unthinkable occurred. Paul’s arm shot out and pushed Margo over the near path’s edge, sending her tumbling through the crisp mountain air toward the unforgiving rocks below. Her screams shattered the morning calmness. She bounced off the unforgiving rocks and slipped into the cold frigid waters of the North Sea. The deed was done. She was gone.
They traveled together, ate together, roomed together, and as anyone listening to the sounds coming out of their room late at night would attest, they also loved together. During the day when Margo spied on the Allies, Paul spied on Margo. Often, the information gleaned by Margo was so current that she knew things even before the Allies had shared the information with each other.
In a meeting a Whitehall representatives from the U.S. and England decided that Margo was too good at what she did and simply had to be eliminated.
One afternoon when Margo was out, Paul received a visitor in a sidewalk café in Bern.