Chapter Fifty-Two
As the British vessel approached, Captain Spindler gave thanks to all the preparations he had undertaken.
Perhaps it was because this was his first command, or perhaps it was because he was born a cautious man, he had taken several extraordinary steps to ensure his mission was a success. The first was to pretend he was Norwegian, and he even went as far as to carry photos and letters from a phantom girlfriend, written in his supposed native language. He also had his vessel outfitted with everything Scandinavian, including the bedsheets, plates, and stored food. He hoped these small details would be the icing on the supplied fake cake of papers the SS Libau was hiding beneath, explaining they were a neutral ship on the way to Genoa.
Spindler had also learned a few words
