I had told him that Fjaerland was our destination. But something happened that evening which altered things. We kept radio watch on ultra-short wave at seven in the morning and seven in the evening. We had from the hour to ten minutes after in which to transmit or receive and either Dick or myself, whoever was on watch at the time, turned in to our wavelength. Dick was on watch that evening and shortly after seven he burst into the saloon where Jill and I were having a quiet drink. 'Message for you, skipper,' he said excitedly.
'What is it?' I asked, taking the sheet of paper.
'They've traced the consignment of whale meat Farnell smuggled that message out in,' he answered. 'It came from a company called Bovaagen Hval.'
'Bovaagen Hval?' Jill exclaimed.
I glanced across at her, mentally cursing Dick for blurting out the contents of the message. 'What does Bovaagen Hval mean to you?' I asked.
'It's a whaling station out on the islands of Nordhordland, north of Bergen,' she answered quickly.
'Do you know it?' I asked her.
'No. But-' She hesitated. She seemed puzzled, and excited at the same time.
'Well?' I asked.
'That was the whaling station Mr Dahler was interested in.'