The Blue Ice

And there was little chance to get to know Jorgensen or Wright. Certainly no opportunity to discuss Farnell with them. As long as the wind held it was watch and watch about. The watch on duty went below as soon as it was relieved by the other watch. And during the day there were meals to get and the other chores to be done. And every now and then the watch below had to be called to help change sails. All I had time to notice in those first two days was that Jorgensen was a first-rate sailor and seemed to be literally enjoying the trip and that Curtis Wright settled down quickly.

The third day out the wind veered back to sou'-sou'-east. We were able to take out our last reef, set main tops'l and yankee. The sea lessened to a steep swell. We were nearly four hundred miles on our way by then and the sun was shining. We began to sight some of the trawlers of the Aberdeen fleet. There were gulls about and occasionally a stormy petrel skimmed low over the tumbled waters like a flying fish.

That was the morning on which things began to develop. We were able to relax, and think of other things besides sailing. At noon I handed the wheel over to Jorgensen. Dick had taken both watches for'ard to get the main tops'l down and replace a jammed swivel shackle. For the first time since we'd started I was alone with the Norwegian. 'Course north twenty-five east,' I told him as I climbed stiffly out of the wheel seat.

He nodded and took the wheel, peering forward at the compass. Then he raised his eyes to the group busy on the halyards round the mainmast. Finally he looked up at me. 'Just a moment, Mr Gansert,' he said, for I was going for'ard myself to lend a hand. I stopped then and he said, 'my health is benefiting greatly from this little trip. But I do not think my business will — unless we can come to some arrangement.'

'How do you mean?' I asked.

He leaned back, holding the wheel easily in his strong fingers. 'I admit that I was not being honest with you when I said I was not interested in Farnell. I am — and particularly now that I know he has communicated with you recently. He told you, I suppose, that he had made important mineral discoveries in Norway?'

There was no point in denying it. 'His message implied that,' I answered.

'Did he tell you what metal he had discovered?' he asked.

I nodded. 'Yes,' I said. 'And sent samples.''

'By post, I suppose?' His eyes were watching me narrowly.

I smiled. 'His method of dispatch was rather more unorthodox,' I said. 'However, I imagine it's sufficient for you to know that I got the samples safely.'

'And you know where the mineral is located?' he asked.

I saw no reason to disabuse his mind of what was a natural supposition. 'The samples wouldn't have been of much use to is without that information,' I pointed out.

He hesitated and then said, 'I think we could come to some sort of an arrangement. Suppose we make straight for Bergen? I can then put specific proposals before you and you can get Sir Clinton-'

His voice died away. He was gazing past me. I turned. Dahler was standing at the top of the companionway. I hadn't seen him since we left the Thames, except once when I'd stumbled into him in the half darkness as he made his way to the afterheads. Jill had been looking after him. The sun emerged from behind a cloud and his lined face looked grey in the bright light. He had on a sweater of Dick's that was several sizes too large for him and a pair of old grey trousers turned up twice at the bottom. He was looking at Jorgensen. Once again I was conscious of me latent enmity of these two men. Dahler weaved his way awkwardly across the pitching deck. He must have heard what Jorgensen had been saying for he said, 'So it's reached the stage of specific proposals, has it?'

'What is that to do with you?' Jorgensen snapped.

'Nothing,' the cripple replied with that crooked smile of his. 'I am interested, that is all. You are like a dog worrying over a bone. You have buried it, but you are afraid some other dog will come along and dig it up. You were even questioning Miss Somers.'

Jorgensen said nothing. He was watching the other with a strange intentness. The man's nerves were plucking at a little muscle in his jaw.

'I told her to tell you nothing,' Dahler added.

'Since when have you become her guardian?' Jorgensen asked with a sneer.

'I was a friend of her father,' the other answered. 'Fortunately you got nothing out of her — or Major Wright.' He smiled. 'Yes you didn't know my cabin door was not properly shut, did you?' He turned to me. 'Before you discuss specific proposals, Mr Gansert, I suggest you find out what he knows about George Farnell.'

Jorgensen's knuckles were white as his grip on the wheel tightened. 'Why are you so interested in Farnell?' he asked Dahler.