“I hear what you’re saying. But that sort of thing does happen. Have you talked to
Erika?”
“No, she’s not back until next week.”
“Don’t do anything. I’ll call you back later,” Blomkvist said.
“Problems?” Salander asked.
“Millennium,” Blomkvist said. “I have to go there. Want to come along?”
The editorial offices were deserted. It took Salander three minutes to crack the
password protection on Dahlman’s computer, and another two minutes to transfer
its contents to Blomkvist’s iBook.
Most of Dahlman’s emails were probably on his own laptop, and they did not have
access to it. But through his desktop computer at Millennium, Salander was able to
discover that Dahlman had a Hotmail account in addition to
his millennium.se address. It took her six minutes to crack the code and download
his correspondence from the past year. Five minutes later Blomkvist had evidence
that Dahlman had leaked information about the situation at Millennium and kept
the editor of Monopoly Financial Magazine updated on which stories Berger was
planning for which issues. The spying had been going on at least since the previous
autumn.
They turned off the computers and went back to Mikael’s apartment to sleep for a
few hours. He called Christer Malm at 10:00 a.m.
“I have proof that Dahlman is working for Wennerström.”
“I knew it. Great, I’m going to fire that fucking pig today.”
“No, don’t. Don’t do anything at all.”
“Nothing?”
“Christer, trust me. Is Dahlman still on holiday?”
“Yes, he’s back on Monday.”