'That's easy then,' he said. 'You'll be off Leirvik in the morning. Put me ashore there an' Oi'll phone me partner an'
'e can meet yer at Fjaerland on 'is way back.'
'Back from where?' I asked.
But he smiled and shook his head. 'Yer won't catch me like that, Mr Gansert. Back from where 'e's been, that's where.'
'He's taken Schreuder right up to Sognefjord, has he?'
'Yes. No 'arm in yer knowing that. You put me ashore at Leirvik an' Oi'll phone Peer to meet yer at Fjaerland.'
'And you'll come on to Fjaerland with us?'
'Okay,' he said. 'Then me an' me outfit can come back together.'
With that I had to be content. At least I had some idea where Schreuder had gone. I let him go to his bunk. He had all the obstinacy of the Cockney driven into a corner. Maybe we could have handled him better. Perhaps if I'd left it to Jill. 'There can't be so many places right up the Sognefjord,' I said to her. 'If this damned partner of his doesn't turn up, we'll make inquiries at every quay in the fjord.'
'That'll take us some time,' she said.