Frode looked at Blomkvist.
“What did you do to your head?”
They sat down. Blomkvist summed up the developments of the past twenty-four
hours. As he described how someone had shot at him out near the Fortress, Frode
leaped to his feet.
“This is barking mad.” He paused and fixed his eyes on Blomkvist. “I’m sorry, but
this has to stop. I can’t have it. I am going to talk to Henrik and break the contract.”
“Sit down,” said Blomkvist.
“You don’t understand...”
“What I understand is that Lisbeth and I have got so close that whoever is behind
all of this is reacting in a deranged manner, in panic. We’ve got some questions.
First of all: how many keys are there to the Vanger family crypt and who has one?”
“It’s not my province, and I have no idea,” Frode said. “I would suppose that several
family members would have access to the crypt. I know that Henrik has a key, and
that Isabella sometimes goes there, but I can’t tell you whether she has her own key
or whether she borrows Henrik’s.”
“OK. You’re still on the main board. Are there any corporate archives? A library or
something like that, where they’ve collected press clippings and information about
the firm over the years?”
“Yes, there is. At the Hedestad main office.”
“We need access to it. Are there any old staff newsletters or anything like that?”
“Again I have to concede that I don’t know. I haven’t been to the archives myself in
thirty years. You need to talk to a woman named Bodil Lindgren.”
“Could you call her and arrange that Lisbeth has access to the archives this
afternoon? She needs all the old press clippings about the Vanger Corporation.”
“That’s no problem. Anything else?”