One day a newspaperman, Erik Seidenfaden, 30-year-old editor on Copenhagen's rich, conservative Politiken, son of a Copenhagen police commissioner, took off from a Danish airport in a chartered plane and turned his nose northward over the grey waters of the Kattegat toward Norway. Reporter Seidenfaden, like many another Dane, was curious about a long line of Nazi warships, mine sweepers, transports which had been steaming slowly through the Great Belt all day.
It was a risky flight to take, for a fleet at sea in wartime would be glad to have its escort planes...
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