When they emerged from the Lane, Pat turned around and said: "Air ye bruised, Captain ?" "No," said Paul, "but I don't want any more of that kind of diversion." A long time afterwards, while in London, Paul read of a Dublin driver who was taking a party of women home one night and either through accident or design drove them all into the middle of the canal.

Their loud outcries attracted people to the rescue and when they arrived on the scene, they found the driver seated high up on the seat trying to control the mad struggles of his steed, while he calmly requested the rescuers to "niver moind the women but to save the harse." At the time Paul thought this must certainly be his old friend, Pat Mullen, and afterwards ascertained that he was correct in his surmise.
When his engagements in Dublin terminated, Paul went to London, where he found that interest in his exploit on the Irish coast was still manifested.

He then began a series of experiments down the Thames and in the waters in the vicinity of London.

The London papers were teeming with accounts of him and his adventures.

About this time he formed the resolution to cross the channel from England to France and was busying himself in preparations.