I struggled to my feet. I felt light-headed and my legs were weak. I stood close to the stove trying to absorb the warmth of it into me. 'Is there any more brandy?' I asked. My voice sounded strange.
'Yes,' she said and produced a flask. I poured some of it into the tumbler and added hot water from the kettle. Then I stood, warming my hands round the glass and drinking in the smell of it. 'Don't worry about Sunde,' I said. 'He'll be all right. Just a flesh wound. I want to know what happened down at Finse. Who was at the hotel?' I took a puff at the drink. God! How wonderful hot brandy is when you're all in! 'Was Dahler there?' I asked.
'Yes. He came up in the train with us.' She hesitated.
'Then Jorgensen arrived. He came on the train from Oslo.'
'Jorgensen!' I swung round on her. 'What brought Jorgensen there?'
'I don't know.'
Jorgensen at Finse! Somebody must have tipped him off. Or perhaps it was just one of those strokes of luck? 'Was he intending to stop off at Finse?' I asked. 'Or was he on his way from Oslo to Bergen and suddenly saw Dahler and decided to stay the night?'
But she shook her head. 'No, I think he intended to stay. Dahler was in the bar, so Jorgensen couldn't have seen him from the train. He came straight in with a suitcase and asked for a room.'
'Just for the night?'
'No, He told the receptionist that he couldn't say how long he'd be staying.'