“Worked for Captain Falkenberg, you said, at Øvrebø?”
“Yes.”
“What were you doing there?”
“Felling timber.”
“I don't know him—he lives a long way off. But I've heard of him. Any papers from him?”
I showed him what the Captain had written.
“Come along with me,” said the Lensmand abruptly. He led me round the house and into the kitchen.
“Give this man a thorough good meal—he's come a long way, and....”
I sat down in the big, well-lighted kitchen to the best meal I had had for a long time. I had just finished when the Lensmand came out again.
“Look here, you....” he began.