'Far enough,' I said. 'Anyway, their houses are probably this side of the village. Come on. We'll take Diviner down there.'
We turned back then and walked towards the sun. As we crossed the wooden bridge that spanned the cutting, we met some of the men starting home. They were a small, dark lot with dirty clothes and almost every one of them carried a dripping hunk of red meat. They smiled at us in a quiet, friendly way and said, 'God dag,' as they passed. Curtis spoke with one or two. Most of them had houses much nearer than Bovaagen. 'Bovaagen they said, was over an hour's hard walking.
We got back to the Kiellands' in time for tea and a drink. Immediately afterwards we excused ourselves and went down to the ship. As we walked through the almost deserted station, Jill said to me, 'If we don't find Mr Sunde at Bovaagen, we might try Nordhanger.'
'Einar Sandven's cottage?' I asked.
She nodded. 'There's a road to Nordhanger from Bovaagen.'
As we passed through the dark cavern of the packing sheds, a ship's siren reverberated through the low island hills. I stopped, listening to the sound of it dying away. Then it came again, a deep, hollow sound. Curtis, who was ahead, ran out on to the quay. Then he turned and called to us. 'It's Lovaas,' he shouted. 'He's coming in.'
The slanting sunlight sprawled the shadow of Hval To across the quay. Curtis was pointing across the catcher's bow with its deadly harpoon gun. Through the gap between the islands steamed another catcher. Its siren-puff of steam still hung like a white wreath astern of it. Across the still water came the sound of the engine-room telegraph. The catcher began to swing as it manoeuvred in to the quay. The golden sunlight caught the side of the bridge. HVAL 10. 'Come on,' I said to the others. 'We mustn't appear too interested.'
We went on along the quay, past the pile of fifty-kilo cases of whale meat awaiting dispatch, past Hval 2, whose men were all on deck watching Lovaas come in, until we came to Diviner. Her deck was deserted. The varnish of her bare masts shone warm in the slanting sun. We climbed aboard and went below. Dahler was sitting alone in the saloon. 'Where's Carter and Wilson?' I asked him.
They have gone to look over Hval To, and to have a little drink, I think.' He smiled. A bottle of whisky and a half full tumbler stood at his elbow. 'I am glad you have returned. It is very dull down below here. But I do not wish to look at the factory.' He reached for the bottle. 'Have a drink,' he said. 'Everybody come an' have a drink.' He suddenly crashed the bottle down on to the table top. 'I do not wish to look at the factory, I tell you.' He pushed the bottle quickly away and raised his withered arm. 'Why you bring me here, eh?' he demanded of me. 'Why did you bring me here? Was it to torture me? Do you think I like to be here — marooned in your damned yacht — knowing that if I go up on deck I shall be face to face with the factory — my factory. Ever since you went to lunch with Kielland I have been down here. And I have been thinking. I have been thinking about the ships I owned and the tankers — and Knut Jorgensen.' He slammed his claw-like hand down on to the table top with a violence that shook the room. 'I do not like to think about such things,' he cried. His voice was slurred and hysterical. 'It is not good to think about them.' He stopped and his eyes narrowed cunningly. He leaned towards me. 'What would you do in my position, eh?' And suddenly violent again, he shouted. 'You'd do what I'm going to do. There is no justice — no God. I have lived through two wars. I have seen evil flourish and the good have been mown down. I tell you — there — is — no — justice.' Then, speaking faster, so that the saliva was visible at the corners of his mouth: 'But I will make my own justice. I will fight them with their own weapons, do you understand?'
Jill went forward and took his hand. 'Yes, we understand, Mr Dahler,' she said. Her voice was quiet and soothing. 'Sit down now. We're all going to have a drink with you.' She picked up the bottle and smiled at him. 'You haven't left us very much, Mr Dahler.'