'Dahler?' I glanced down at the message. It began: Whale meat consignment traced Bovaagen Hvalstasjon, Bergen, Norway. Was that why Dahler had come on the trip? Was that why he'd queried Farnell's death? I suddenly remembered something. I looked across at Jill. 'Jorgensen bought up Dahler's shipping interests,' I said. 'Did he also acquire the interest in Bovaagen Hval?'
'I don't know,' she answered.
I turned to Dick, a sudden suspicion in my mind. 'Where was Jorgensen when you took this message?' I asked him.
His face fell. 'Good God!' he said. 'I never thought about it. He was sitting in the chartroom, right beside me.'
'And heard ever word that came over,' I said.
'Well, I couldn't throw him out, could I?' he demanded.
'I suppose not,' I answered resignedly.
He pushed the paper towards me again. 'Have a look at the dates,' he said. 'That's what's really interesting.'
I looked down at the sheet of paper. Date of dispatch March 9th. March 9th! And Farnell's body had been discovered on March 10th. Proceed Bovaagen and find out how Farnell was able to dispatch message from Hvalstasjon on 9th and be killed on Jostedal following day. Report by radio daily on arrival Bovaagen. Mann. 'Get the map of Norway,' I told Dick. When he had gone I read the message through again. He could, of course, have got someone else to smuggle the parcel into the consignment of meat. That seemed the only explanation. 'Bill.' Jill's voice interrupted my train of thought. 'What's the rest of the message say?'
I hesitated. Then I passed the message across to her. Jorgensen knew it. No harm in her knowing it too. Dick came back with the map and we spread it out on the table. Jill pointed Bovaagen out to us. It was on Nordhordland, one of the large islands about thirty-five miles up the coast from Bergen. Bovaagen Hval. There it was on the end of a long finger of land pointing northwards. And twenty miles away, at the southern end of the island, I saw the name Alverstrummen. 'Is that where Dahler had a house?' I asked Jill.