'What about a directorship in Del Norske Staalselskab and a part share in the business?' Jorgensen said.
He sighed. 'You don't seem to realise what I've got here. It's bigger than D.N.S. Bigger than B.M. & I. It could be the world's biggest industrial plant. And anyway I don't trust you,' he shouted. 'I don't trust any of you.'
'Well, who will you trust?' I asked. 'What about the person you sent those samples to — in the whale meat. Will you trust them? Who was it?'
He stared. 'You mean to say you don't know who it was? But I thought! — he looked across at Jill — 'I thought that's why you were here. Didn't you tip Gansert off?'
Jill stared. 'I don't understand.'
'Those samples — didn't you give them to Gansert?'
'I never received any samples. Mr Gansert got some, but that was from Sir Clinton Mann.'
'They were delivered to us as the result of an advertisement,' I explained. 'The address on the package had been obliterated by blood.'
'Oh. So that's what happened.' He looked across at Jill again. 'I'm sorry. I thought — '
He rubbed his hands across his face. He was dead with tiredness.