I crossed the room towards him. He watched me. The gun, still smoking, followed me. 'Where did you say your boat was?'
'Aurland,' I answered.
He came closer to me. Then he leaned forward and whispered in my ear. 'Take it round to Bjorne Fjord, south of Bergen. Contact Olaf Steer. Wait for me there. I may come or I may not.'
'Why not accept my offer?' I suggested. 'Or at least give B.M. & I. a chance to negotiate.'
'Do as I say,' he answered. 'We'll talk about that later. Now get back over there.' He turned to Dahler who was getting up off the floor where Lovaas had dropped him. 'Go outside and slide all the skis except mine down the slope. Go on, move.'
Dahler hesitated. But the violence in Farnell's eyes sent him out. 'My skis are by themselves to the left of the door.' Farnell picked up his rucksack and thrust his arms through the straps.
'You're being a fool,' Jorgensen said angrily. 'I can save you from all this trouble. We could have a development company, half English, half Norwegian if you like.'
'And you dictating your own terms — blackmailing me for Schreuder and this.' He nodded at Lovaas. 'By God, you must take me for a fool, Jorgensen,' he suddenly cried. 'Do you think I don't know who Schreuder was working for? No, I'll handle this my own way. And nothing you can do now will stop me.'
'George!' Jill took a step forward. 'You haven't a chance. The police — '
'To hell with the police.' He glanced at his watch. 'Have you got rid of those skis, Dahler?' he called.