'Perhaps.'
'Sir Clinton Mann would be willing to discuss business on my Recommendation,' I added. 'The only thing that held us up before was the feeling that you were insufficiently informed about the nature and location of these thorite deposits.'
And then suddenly Jill spoke. 'But Mr Jorgensen, you still do not know where the deposits are.'
He frowned. 'The police will pick Farnell up on the train, Miss Somers.'
'Possibly,' she replied. 'But how will you make him talk?'
'Oh, he will talk.' He took a step towards her. 'Listen, Miss Somers. George Farnell is wanted for murder. He may be tried as Schreuder for the murder of George Farnell. Or perhaps he will be tried as George Farnell for the murder of Schreuder. It is immaterial. He will be offered a free pardon if he is willing to assist Norway.'
'Does your conscience never worry you, Knut?' Dahler asked with that crooked smile of his.
'What I do, I do for Norway,' Jorgensen barked. 'In everything I have done — both during the war and since — it has been of Norway that I have been thinking. Norway needs these mineral resources. Instead of a poor country, dependant on fish and timber, she might then become rich. What is one man's life against the livelihood of three million people, eh? And who killed Schreuder, if Farnell did not?'
'You will still not get the information you want,' Jill said.
Jorgensen gave an abrupt laugh. 'My dear Miss Somers. No man faces a life sentence if he can help it. Farnell will talk.'