The Redbreast

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Oslo. 15 November 1999.

… the problem finally seemed to be solved. He turned up: Hallgrim Dale. Not surprisingly, he had gone to the dogs. I hoped at least he wouldn't recognise me. He had obviously heard the rumours that I had been killed during the bombing of Hamburg because he thought I was a ghost. He suspected some jiggery-pokery and wanted money to keep his mouth shut. But the Dale I know wouldn't have been able to keep a secret for all the money in the world. So I saw to it that I was the last person he would talk to. It gave me no pleasure, but I have to confess I felt a certain satisfaction at observing that my old skills were not quite forgotten.