The Blue Ice

by Innes Hammond

I sat down. 'You know where Farnell is?' I asked.

'That is better,' he said. 'Yes. I know where Farnell is.'

'Where?'

'He will be up in the mountains by now,' he replied. 'He is trying to escape. There is a warrant issued for his arrest.'

I looked at Jill. She was sitting motionless, staring at Dahler. 'How do you know?' I asked.

'What did you expect Jorgensen to do?' he demanded. 'He must find Farnell. So, he uses the police.'

'But what is he to be arrested for?' Curtis asked.

'For murder,' Dahler answered.

'But nobody but ourselves know that the body in that grave isn't Farnell's,' I pointed out.

He laughed. It was a quick, sharp sound and it grated in the expectant silence. 'You do not quite understand. Farnell is Schreuder now. It is Schreuder who is being arrested — he is to be arrested for the murder of. Farnell.'