'No,' I said. The workmen were swarming round the whale now. The meat was being hacked out in great chunks and hooked on to trolleys to be carried to the packing sheds. 'Where's Jorgensen?' I asked.
'He has gone to Bergen in the meat boat.' There was a jauntiness about Kielland that suggested he was glad to see the last of his director.
'And Lovaas?'
He smiled, crinkling the corners of his eyes. 'He is sick with himself.'
'What about Schreuder's possessions?' I asked. 'What's happened to them?'
'Kaptein Lovaas handed them over to Jorgensen to deliver to the police.'
'Did you see what they were? Did they include any pieces of what would look like dull, grey rocks?'
His brows lifted. 'So that was why you were all so interested in Schreuder, eh? What was it — gold, silver, something valuable?'
'Yes,' I answered. 'Something valuable.' No wonder Jorgensen had hurried off to Bergen. He would by flying those pieces of rock down to the D.N.S. laboratories and within a day he would know as much as I did.
'I'm going back to the boat,' Jill said. 'I can't — I can't stand this any longer.' She had her handkerchief to her nose.