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"So it's candour at last, is it?"
"When Henrik convinced you to take the job last Christmas," Dirch said, ignoring his sarcasm, "neither he nor I thought that anything would come of it. That was exactly what he said, but he wanted to give it one last try. He had analysed your situation, particularly with the help of the report that Froken Salander put together. He played on your isolation, he offered good pay, and he used the right bait. "
"Wennerstrom. "
Frode nodded.
"You were bluffing?"
"No, no," Frode said.
Salander raised an eyebrow with interest.
"Henrik is going to make good on everything he promised. He's arranging an interview and is going public with a direct assault on Wennerstrom. You can have all the details later, but roughly the situation is this: when Wennerstrom was employed in the finance department of the Vanger Corporation, he spent several million kronor speculating on foreign currency. This was long before foreign exchange futures became the rage. He did this without authority. One deal after another went bad, and he was sitting there with a loss of seven million kronor that he tried to cover up. Partly by cooking the books and partly by speculating even harder. It inevitably came to light and he was sacked. "
"Did he make any profit himself?"
"Oh yes, he made off with about half a million kronor, which ironically enough became the seed money for the Wennerstrom Group. We have documentation for all of this. You can use the information however you like, and Henrik will back up the accusations publicly. But. . . "
"But, and it's a big but, Dirch, the information is worthless," Blomkvist said, slamming his fist on the table. "It all happened thirty-plus years ago and it's a closed book. "
"You'll get confirmation that Wennerstrom is a crook. "
"That will annoy Wennerstrom when it comes out, but it won't damage him any more than a direct hit from a peashooter. He's going to shuffle the deck by putting out a press release saying that Henrik Vanger is an old has-been who's still trying to steal some business from him, and then he'll probably claim that he was acting on orders from Henrik. Even if he can't prove his innocence, he can lay down enough smoke screens that no-one will take the story seriously. "
Frode looked unhappy.
"You conned me," Blomkvist said.
"That wasn't our intention. "
"I blame myself. I was grasping at straws, and I should have realised it was something like that. " He laughed abruptly. "Henrik is an old shark. He was selling a product and told me what I wanted to hear. It's time you went, Dirch. "
"Mikael. . . I'm sorry that. . . "
"Dirch. Go. "
Salander did not know whether to go over to Blomkvist or to leave him in peace. He solved the problem for her by picking up his jacket without a word and slamming the door behind him.
For more than an hour she waited restlessly in the kitchen. She felt so bad that she cleared the table and washed the dishes - a role she usually left to Blomkvist. She went regularly to the window to see if there was any sign of him. Finally she was so nervous that she put on her jacket and went out to look for him.
First she walked to the marina, where lights were still on in the cabins, but there was no sign of him. She followed the path along the water where they usually took their evening walks. Martin Vanger's house was dark and already looked abandoned. She went out to the rocks at the point where they had often sat talking, and then she went back home. He still had not returned.
She went to the church. Still no sign. She was at a loss to know what to do. Then she went back to her motor cycle and got a flashlight from the saddlebag and set off along the water again. It took her a while to wind her way along the half-overgrown road, and even longer to find the path to Gottfried's cabin. It loomed out of the darkness behind some trees when she had almost reached it. He was not on the porch and the door was locked.
She had turned towards the village when she stopped and went back, all the way out to the point. She caught sight of Blomkvist's silhouette in the darkness on the end of the jetty where Harriet Vanger had drowned her father. She sighed with relief.
He heard her as she came out on to the jetty, and he turned around. She sat down next to him without a word. At last he broke the silence.
"Forgive me. I had to be alone for a while. "
"I know. "
She lit two cigarettes and gave him one. Blomkvist looked at her. Salander was the most asocial human being he had ever met. Usually she ignored any attempt on his part to talk about anything personal, and she had never accepted a single expression of sympathy. She had saved his life, and now she had tracked him out here in the night. He put an arm around her.
"Now I know what my price is," he said. "We've forsaken those girls. They're going to bury the whole story. Everything in Martin's basement will be vacuumed into oblivion. "
Salander did not answer.
"Erika was right," he said. "I would have done more good if I'd gone to Spain for a month and then come home refreshed and taken on Wennerstrom. I've wasted all these months. "
"If you'd gone to Spain, Martin Vanger would still be operating in his basement. "
They sat together for a long time before he suggested that they go home.
Blomkvist fell asleep before Salander. She lay awake listening to him breathe. After a while she went to the kitchen and sat in the dark on the kitchen bench, smoking several cigarettes as she brooded. She had taken it for granted that Vanger and Frode might con him. It was in their nature. But it was Blomkvist's problem, not hers. Or was it?
At last she made a decision. She stubbed out her cigarette and went into the bedroom, turned on the lamp, and shook Mikael awake. It was 2:30 in the morning.
"What?"
"I've got a question. Sit up. "
Blomkvist sat up, drunk with sleep.
"When you were indicted, why didn't you defend yourself?"
Blomkvist rubbed his eyes. He looked at the clock.
"It's a long story, Lisbeth. "
"I've got time. Tell me. "
He sat for a long while, pondering what he should say. Finally he decided on the truth.
"I had no defence. The information in the article was wrong. "
"When I hacked your computer and read your email exchange with Berger, there were plenty of references to the Wennerstrom affair, but you two kept discussing practical details about the trial and nothing about what actually happened. What was it that went wrong?"
"Lisbeth, I can't let the real story get out. I fell into a trap. Erika and I are quite clear that it would damage our credibility even further if we told anyone what really happened. "
"Listen, Kalle Blomkvist, yesterday afternoon you sat here preaching about friendship and trust and stuff. I'm not going to put the story on the Net. "
Blomkvist protested. It was the middle of the night. He could not face thinking about the whole thing now. She went on stubbornly sitting there until he gave in. He went to the bathroom and washed his face and put the coffeepot on. Then he came back to the bed and told her about how his old schoolfriend Robert Lindberg, in a yellow Malar-30 in the guest marina in Arholma, had aroused his curiosity.
"You mean that your buddy was lying?"
"No, not at all. He told me exactly what he knew, and I could verify each and every word in documents from the audit at SIB. I even went to Poland and photographed the sheet-metal shack where this huge big Minos Company was housed. I interviewed several of the people who had been employed at the company. They all said exactly the same thing. "
"I don't get it. "
Blomkvist sighed. It was a while before he spoke again.
"I had a damned good story. I still hadn't confronted Wennerstrom himself, but the story was airtight; if I had published it at that moment I really would have shook him up. It might not have led to an indictment for fraud - the deal had already been approved by the auditors - but I would have damaged his reputation. "
"What went wrong?"
"Somewhere along the way somebody heard about what I was poking my nose into, and Wennerstrom was made aware of my existence. And all of a sudden a whole bunch of strange things started happening. First I was threatened. Anonymous calls from card telephones that were impossible to trace. Erika was also threatened. It was the usual nonsense: lie down or else we're going to nail you to a barn door, and so on. She, of course, was mad as a hellcat. "
He took a cigarette from Salander.
"Then something extremely unpleasant happened. Late one night when I left the office I was attacked by two men who just walked up to me and gave me a couple of punches. I got a fat lip and fell down in the street. I couldn't identify them, but one of them looked like an old biker. "
"So, next. . . "
"All these goings-on, of course, only had the effect of making Erika very cross indeed, and I got stubborn. We beefed up security at Millennium. The problem was that the harassment was out of all proportion to the content of the story. We couldn't fathom why all this was happening. "
"But the story you published was something quite different. "
"Exactly. Suddenly we made a breakthrough. We found a source, a Deep Throat in Wennerstrom's circle. This source was literally scared to death, and we were only allowed to meet him in hotel rooms. He told us that the money from the Minos affair had been used for weapons deals in the war in Yugoslavia. Wennerstrom had been making deals with the right-wing Ustashe in Croatia. Not only that, the source was able to give us copies of documents to back it up. "
"You believed him?"
"He was clever. He only ever gave us enough information to lead us to the next source, who would confirm the story. We were even given a photograph of one of Wennerstrom's closest colleagues shaking hands with the buyer. It was detailed blockbuster material, and everything seemed verifiable. So we published. "
"And it was a fake. "
"It was all a fake from beginning to end. The documents were skilful forgeries. Wennerstrom's lawyer was able to prove that the photograph of Wennerstrom's subordinate and the Ustashe leader was a montage of two different images. "
"Fascinating," Salander said.
"In hindsight it was very easy to see how we had been manipulated. Our original story really had damaged Wennerstrom. Now that story was drowned in a clever forgery. We published a story that Wennerstrom could pick apart point by point and prove his innocence. "
"You couldn't back down and tell the truth? You had absolutely no proof that Wennerstrom had committed the falsification?"
"If we had tried to tell the truth and accused Wennerstrom of being behind the whole thing, nobody would have believed us. It would have looked like a desperate attempt to shift the blame from our stupidity on to an innocent leader of industry. "
"I see. "
"Wennerstrom had two layers of protection. If the fake had been revealed, he would have been able to claim that it was one of his enemies trying to slander him. And we at Millennium would once again have lost all credibility, since we fell for something that turned out to be false. "
"So you chose not to defend yourself and take the prison sentence. "
"I deserved it," Blomkvist said. "I had committed libel. Now you know. Can I go back to sleep now?"
He turned off the lamp and shut his eyes. Salander lay down next to him.
"Wennerstrom is a gangster. "
"I know. "
"No, I mean, I know that he's a gangster. He works with everybody from the Russian mafia to the Colombian drug cartels. "
"What do you mean?"
"When I turned in my report to Frode he gave me an extra assignment. He asked me to try to find out what really happened at the trial. I had just started working on it when he called Armansky and cancelled the job. "
"I wonder why. "
"I assume that they scrapped the investigation as soon as you accepted Henrik Vanger's assignment. It would no longer have been of immediate interest. "
"And?"
"Well, I don't like leaving things unresolved. I had a few weeks. . . free last spring when Armansky didn't have any jobs for me, so I did some digging into Wennerstrom for fun. "
Blomkvist sat up and turned on the lamp and looked at Salander. He met her eyes. She actually looked guilty.
"Did you find out anything?"
"I have his entire hard disk on my computer. You can have as much proof as you need that he's a gangster. "
CHAPTER 28
Tuesday, July 29 - Friday, October 24
Blomkvist had been poring over Salander's computer printouts for three days - boxes full of papers. The problem was that the subjects kept changing all the time. An option deal in London. A currency deal in Paris through an agent. A company with a post-office box in Gibraltar. A sudden doubling of funds in an account at the Chase Manhattan Bank in New York.
And then all those puzzling question marks: a trading company with 200,000 kronor in an untouched account registered five years earlier in Santiago, Chile - one of nearly thirty such companies in twelve different countries - and not a hint of what type of activity was involved. A dormant company? Waiting for what? A front for some other kind of activity? The computer gave no clue as to what was going on in Wennerstrom's mind or what may have been perfectly obvious to him and so was never formulated in an electronic document.
Salander was persuaded that most of these questions would never be answered. They could see the message, but without a key they would never be able to interpret the meaning. Wennerstrom's empire was like an onion from which one layer after another could be removed; a labyrinth of enterprises owned by one another. Companies, accounts, funds, securities. They reckoned that nobody - perhaps not even Wennerstrom himself - could have a complete overview. Wennerstrom's empire had a life of its own.