We watched him go in silence. His heavy footsteps sounded on the deck. He bellowed an order in Norwegian. Then all was quiet. The saloon seemed almost empty without him.
'Did he really have a talk with Sunde, do you think?' Dick asked.
I didn't answer. I was wondering whether I could use Lovaas or not.
Dahler struggled to his feet. 'I am going on deck,' he said. 'I must have some fresh air.' He pushed passed me. His face was deathly pale. He staggered slightly as he went through the door.
'Follow him up,' I said to Curtis. 'Don't let him see you. But just make certain he comes to no harm. He's so full of liquor he's just as likely to walk into the sea as on to the quay.'
Jill sighed. 'Poor Mr Dahler,' she said. 'Life hasn't been very kind to him.'
A moment later Curtis was back in the saloon. 'Dahler all right?' I asked.
'Bit unsteady. But sober enough to get on to the quay and go on board Hval Ti.'
'Hval Ti?' I cried.
He nodded and picked up his drink. 'That's right. He went straight along to see Lovaas. What do you make of that, skipper?'