'Who's been asking you questions?' I asked.
'Oh, Jorgensen this morning. Curtis this afternoon. You're about the only person who hasn't.' She suddenly laughed. 'Instead, I'm asking you. What about Jorgensen?'
'I'll decide that when I get to Norway,' I said. 'Right now you'd better turn in and get some sleep.'
She nodded and downed the rest of her drink. I waited till she'd switched her cabin light on, then I turned off the saloon light and went aft to my own cabin.
I was dead tired and fell asleep on my bunk with my clothes on. The movement of the ship was like the rocking of a cradle. I was conscious of it whilst I slept and it added to the sense of deep luxury. I dreamed of soft things, of deep purples and velvets, and of the rocking, swaying, lurching of the tree tops. Then the motion changed. It became slower, heavier. It shook with the crash of each onslaught. It leaned more steeply, more terribly. I clawed at the blankets, clutched at the side of the bunk at each roll. And suddenly I was awake, and I knew that I had to go up on deck. Down there in my cabin I could feel it. I'd sensed it in my sleep. The wind was holding her down. She was carrying too much canvas. I slipped into my sea boots. As each wave slid under her I could feel her reluctance to lift to the next.
I opened the cabin door. There was a light on in the saloon. At the foot of the companionway, I paused. I could hear voices raised in altercation. I turned and peered through the crack of the half-open door. Jorgensen and Dahler faced each other across the saloon table.
'So del er det De tenker a gjore, hva?' Jorgensen's voice was low pitched and violent. The ship heaved and he clutched the centre support. Behind him Jill's cabin door opened. She was fully clothed. Presumably their argument had woken her. 'De far ikke anledning,' Jorgensen continued, still speaking in Norwegian. 'Sa fort vi kommer til Bergen skal jeg fa Dem arrestert.'
'Arrested?' Jill cried, and he spun round. 'Why will you have him arrested? What has he done?'
'Sold secrets to the enemy during the war,' Jorgensen answered.
'I don't believe it,' she replied hotly.