He wrenched off a few pieces of wood with his strong hands and soon a fire was blazing in the grate.
Levin had watched the scene, quiet, neutral, and polite. Borg sat down before the fire and made the tongs red-hot.
Again there was a knock: three short raps and a longer one.
"That's Falk," said Sellén, opening the door.
Falk entered, looking a little hectic.
"Do you want money?" said Borg to the newcomer, laying his hand on his breast-pocket.
"What a question to ask," said Falk, looking at him doubtfully.
"How much do you want? I can let you have it."
"Are you serious?" asked Falk, and his face cleared.
"Serious? Hm! How much? The figure! The amount!"