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小说:龙纹身的女孩| 作者:史迪格·拉森| 类别:都市言情

    ne“ManyMurderersofWomenGoFree.”Itwasashortarticle,butitincludedthenamesandphotographsofseveralhymurdervictims.TherewastheSolveigcaseinNorrt?lje,theAnitamurderinNorrk?ping,MargaretainHelsingb,andanumberofothers.

    Theoldestcasetoberetedwasfromthesixties,andhemurdersmatchedthelistthatSanderhadbeengivenbyBlomkvist.Butonecasedidattractherattention.

    InJune1962aprostitutebythenameofLeaPerss?tebhadgooUddevaltovisithermotherandhernine-year-oldson,whomhermotherwastakingcareof.OnaSundayevening,afteravisitofseveraldays,Leahadhuggedhermother,saidgoodbye,andcaughtthetrainbacktoG?teb.Shewasfoundtwodaysterbehindataineronanindustrialsitenolongerinuse.Shehadbeenraped,andherbodyhadbeensubjectedtoextraordinaryviolence.

    TheLeamurderarousedagreatdealofattentionasasummerserialstoryintheneer,butnokillerhadeverbeeified.TherewasnoLeaonHarrietVanger’slist.NordidthemannerofherdeathfitwithanyofHarriet’sBiblequotes.

    Oherhand,therewassuchaarrecethatSander’santeantlybuzzed.AbouttenyardsfromwhereLea’sbodywasfoundyaflowerpotigeoninside.Someoiedastringroundthepigeon’snedpulleditthroughtheholeiomofthepot.Theutonalittlefirethathadbeeweentwobricks.TherewasaintythatthiscrueltyhadanyewiththeLeamurder.Itcouldhavebeenachildpyingahorriblegame,butthepressdubbedthemurderthePigeonMurder.

    SanderwasnoBiblereader—shedidnotevenowthateveniovertoH?galidChurdwithsomedifficultyshemaoborrowaBible.ShesatonaparkbenchoutsidethechurdreadLeviticus.WhenshereachedChapter12,verse8,hereyebrowswentup.Chapter12dealtwiththepurificationofwomenafterchildbirth.

    Andifsheotaffordamb,thensheshalltaketwoturtledovesortwoyoungpigeons,oneforaburntaherforasin;andthepriestshallmakeatoforher,andsheshallbe.

    LeacouldverywellhavebeenincludedinHarriet’sdateas:Lea—31208.

    Sahoughtthatnoresearchshehadeverdonebeforehadtainedevenafraofthescopeofthisassig.

    MildredBr?nnlund,remarriedandnowMildredBerggrehedoorwhenBlomkvistknockedaround10:00onSundaym.Thewomanwasmucholder,ofcourse,andhadbynowfilledoutagooddeal,buthereisedheratonce.

    “Hi,mynameisMikaelBlomkvist.YoumustbeMildredBerggren.”

    “That’sright.”

    “I’msorryforknogonyourdoorlikethis,butI’vebeentryingtofindyou,andit’sratherplicatedtoexpin.”Hesmiledather.“IwonderifIcouldeinandtakeupasmalmountofyourtime.”

    Mildred’shusbandandasonwhowasaboutthirty-fivewerehome,andwithoutmuchhesitationsheinvitedBlomkvisttoeandsitintheirkit.Heshookhandswitheachofthem.Hehaddrunkmorecoffeeduritwenty-fourhoursthanatanytimeinhislife,butbynowhehadlearhatinNorrnditwasrudetosayno.Whenthecoffeecupswereoable,Mildredsatdownandaskedwithsomecuriosityhowshecouldhelphim.ItwasobviousthathedidnoteasilyuandherNorsj?dialect,sosheswitchedtostandardSwedish.

    Blomkvisttookadeepbreath.“Thisisalongandpeculiarstory,”hesaid.“Iember1966youwereiadwithyourthenhusband,GunnarBr?nnlund.”

    Shelookedsurprised.Hewaitedforhertonodbeforeheidthephotographfrsgatanoableinfrontofher.

    “Whenwasthispicturetaken?Doyouremembertheoasion?”

    “Oh,mygoodness,”MildredBerggrensaid.“Thatwasalifetimeago.”

    Herpresenthusbandandsoaohertolookatthepicture.

    “Wewereonourhoneymoon.WehaddrivendowntoStoandSigtunaandwereonourwayhomeandhappeostopsomewhere.Wasitiad,yousaid?”

    “Yes,Hedestad.Thisphotographwastakenatabout1:00iernoon.I’vebeentryingtofindyouforsometimenow,andithasn’tbeenasimpletask.”

    “Youseeanoldphotographofmeauallytrackmedown.I’timaginehowyoudidit.”

    Blomkvistputthephotographfromthecarparkoable.

    “Iwasabletofindyouthankstothispicture,whichwastakenalittleterintheday.”Heexpinedhow,viatheNorsj?CarpentryShop,hehadfoundBurman,whointurnhadledhimtoHenningForsmaninNorsj?vallen.

    “Youmusthaveagoodreasonforthislongsearch.”

    “Ido.ThisgirlstandingclosetoyouinthisphotographiscalledHarriet.Thatdayshedisappeared,andshewasneverseenorheardofagain.Thegenerassumptionisthatshefellpreytoamurderer.Ishowyousomemorephotographs?”

    Hetookouthisiandexpihecircumstanceswhiletheputerbootedup.ThenhepyedhertheseriesofimagesshowinghowHarriet’sfacialexpressionged.

    “ItwaswhehroughtheseoldimagesthatIfoundyou,standingwithacamerarightbehindHarriet,andyouseemtobetakingapictureinthedireofwhateveritisshe’slookingat,whatevercausedhertoreathatway.Iknowthatthisisareallylongshot,butthereasonI’vebeenlookingforyouistoaskyouifbyanymiracleyoustillhavethepicturesfromthatday.”

    HereparedforMildredBerggrentodismisstheideaandtellhimthatthephotographshadlongsinished.Insteadshelookedathimwithherclearblueeyesandsaid,asifitwerethemostnaturalthingintheworld,thatofcourseshestillhadheroldhoneymoonpictures.

    Shewenttoanotherroomandcamebackafterseveralmihaboxinwhichshehadstoredaquantityofpicturesinvariousalbums.Ittookawhiletofindthehoneymoonones.Shehadtakenthreephotographsiad.Onewasblurryandshowedthemai.Anothershowedherhusbandatthetime.Thethirdshowedthesintheparade.

    Blomkvisteagerlyleanedforward.Hecouldseeafigureohersideofthestreetbehinda.Butthephotographtoldhimabsolutelynothing.

    CHAPTER20

    Tuesday,July1–Wednesday,July2

    ThefirstthingBlomkvistdidthemhereturoHedestadwastogotoFrode’shousetoaskaboutVanger’sdition.Helearohisdelightthattheoldmanhadimprovedquiteabitduriweek.Hewasweakstill,andfragile,butnowhecouldsitupinbed.Hisditionwasnolardedascritical.

    “ThankGod,”hesaid.“IrealisedthatIactuallylikehim.”

    Frodesaid:“Iknowthat.AndHenriklikesyoutoo.HowwasNorrnd?”

    “Suessfulyetunsatisfying.I’llexpinalittleter.RightnowIhaveaquestion.”

    “Goahead.”

    “WhatrealisticallywillhappentoyouriinMillenniumifHenrikdies?”

    “Nothingatall.Martinwilltakehisptheboard.”

    “Isthereanyrisk,hypotheticallyspeaking,thatMartinmightcreateproblemsforMillenniumifIdon’tputastoptotheiigationofHarriet’sdisappearance?”

    Frodegavehimasharplook.

    “What’shappened?”

    “Nothing,actually.”MikaeltoldhimabouttheversationhehadhadwithMartinVangeronMidsummerEve.“WhenIwasinNorsj?ErikatoldmethatMartinhadcalledherandsaidthathethoughtIwasverymueededbackattheoffice.”

    “Iuand.MyguessisthatCeciliawasafterhim.ButIdon’tthinkthatMartinwouldputpressureonyoulikethatonhisown.He’smuchtoosavvy.Andremember,I’malsoontheboardofthelittlesubsidiaryweformedwhenweboughtintoMillennium.”

    “Butwhatifaticklishsituationcameup—howwouldyouactthen?”

    “tractsexisttobehonoured.IworkforHenrik.HenrikandIhavebeenfriendsforforty-fiveyears,andweareieagreementinsuchmatters.IfHenrikshoulddieitisinpointoffaotMartin—whowouldiHenrik’sshareinthesubsidiary.WehaveatrawhichwehaveuakentobackMillenniumforthreeyears.ShouldMartinwishtostartanymischief—whichIdon’tbelievehewill—theicallyhecouldputthebrakesonasmallnumberofnewadvertisers.”

    “ThelifebloodofMillennium’sexistence.”

    “Yes,butlookatitthisway—waboutsuchtriviaisawasteoftime.Martinispresentlyfightingforhisindustrialsurvivandwfourteenhoursaday.Hedoesn’thavetimeforanythingelse.”

    “MayIask—Iknowit’snoneofmybusiness—whatisthegeneralditionofthecorporation?”

    Frodelookedgrave.

    “roblems.”

    “Yes,evenamonfinancialreporterlikemyselfseethat.Imean,howseriousisit?”

    “Offtherecord?”

    “Betweenus.”

    “We’velosttweordersironidustryifewweeksandareabouttobeejectedfromtheRussianmarket.Iemberwe’regoingtohavetoyoff1,600employeesin?rebroandTrollh?ttan.Notmuchofarewardtogivetopeoplewho’veworkedforthepanyformanyyears.Eachtimeweshutdownafactory,fidehepanyisfurtherundermined.”

    “Martinisunderpressure.”

    “He’spullingtheloadofanoxandwalkingoneggshells.”

    BlomkvistwentbacktohiscottageandcalledBerger.Shewasnotattheoffice,sohespoketoMalm.

    “Here’sthedeal:ErikacalledwhenIwasinNorsj?.MartinVangerhasbeenafterherandhas,houtit,encedhertoproposethatIstarttotakeoorialresponsibility.”

    “Ithinkyoushouldtoo,”Malmsaid.

    “Iknowthat.Butthethingis,IhaveatractwithHenrikVahatI’tbreak,andMartinisagonbehalfofsomeoneupherewhowaopwhatIamdoingaown.Sohisproposamountstoaogetridofme.”

    “Isee.”

    “SayhitoErikaandtellherI’llebacktoStowhenI’mfinishedhere.Notbefore.”

    “Iuand.You’restarkravingmad,ofcourse,butI’llgiveherthemessage.”

    “Christer.Somethingisgoingonuphere,andIhavenoiionofbagout.”

    BlomkvistknoartinVanger’sdoor.EvaHasselopeaedhimwarmly.

    “Hi.IsMartinhome?”

    Asifiothequestion,MartinVangercamewalkingoutwithabriefcaseinhishand.HekissedEvaonthecheekandsaidhellotoMikael.

    “I’monmywaytotheoffice.Doyouwanttotalktome?”

    “Wedoitterifyou’reinahurry.”

    “Let’shearit.”

    “Iwon’tbegoingbaillennium’seditorialboardbeforeI’mfihtheassighatHenrikgaveme.I’mrmingyouofthisnowsothatyouwon’ttonmebeingontheboardbeforeNewYear’s.”

    MartinVaeeteredbadforthforabit.

    “Isee.YouthinkIwanttogetridofyou.”Hepaused.“Mikael,we’llhavetotalkaboutthister.Idon’treallyhavetimetodevotetomyhobbyonMillennium’sboard,andIwishI’dneveragreedtoHenrik’sproposal.Butbelieveme—I’mgoingtodomybesttomakesurethatMillenniumsurvives.”

    “I’veneverhadanydoubtaboutthat,”Blomkvistsaid.

    “IfwemakeanappoiforsometimeweekwegooverthefinandIgiveyoumyviewsoer.ButmybasicattitudeisthatMillenniumotactuallyaffordtohaveoskeypeoplesittinguphereonHedebyIsndtwiddlinghisthumbs.IlikethemagazineandIthinkwemakeitstrether,butyou’recrucialtothattask.I’vewoundupinaflictofloyaltieshere.EitherIfollowHenrik’swishesorcarryoutmyjobonMillennium’sboard.”

    BlomkvistgedintohistracksuitaforarunouttotheFortressanddowntoGottfried’sbeforeheheadedhomeataslowerpacealoer.Frodewassittingatthegardentable.HewaitedpatientlyasMikaeldrankabottleofwaterandtowelledthesweatfromhisface.

    “Thatdoesn’tlooksohealthyinthisheat.”

    “Oh,eon,”Blomkvistsaid.

    “Iwaswrong.Ceciliaisn’tthemainpersonwho’safterMartin.It’sIsabel.She’sbusymobilisingtheVaotaraheryouandpossiblyburnyouatthestaketoo.She’sbeingbackedupbyBirger.”

    “Isabel?”

    “She’samalicious,pettywomanwhodoesn’tlikeotherpeopleingeneral.Rightnowitseemsthatshedetestsyouinparticur.She’sspreadingstoriesthatyou’reaswindlerwhodupedHenrikintyou,andthatyougothimsoworkedupthathehadaheartattack.”

    “Ihopeno-onebelievesthat?”

    “There’salwayssomeonewillingtobelievemaliciousrumours.”

    “I’mtryingtoworkoutpehter—aesme.IfHarrietweremydaughter,Iwouldhavereactedabitdifferently.”

    At2:00iernoon,hismobilerang.

    “Hello,mynameisyTorssonandIworkattheHedestadCourier.Doyouhavetimetoanswerafewquestioatipthatyou’relivinghereinHedeby.”

    “Well,HerrTorsson,yourtipmaeisalittleslow.I’vebeenlivingheresihefirstoftheyear.”

    “Ididn’tknowthat.Whatareyoudoingiad?”

    “Writing.Andtakingasortofsabbatical.”

    “Whatareyon?”

    “You’llfindoutwhenIpublishit.”

    “Youwerejustreleasedfromprison…”

    “Yes?”

    “Doyouhaveaviewonjournalistswhofalsifymaterial?”

    “Journalistswhofalsifymateriareidiots.”

    “Soinyouropinionyou’reanidiot?”

    “WhyshouldIthinkthat?I’veneverfalsifiedmaterial.”

    “Butyouwerevictedoflibel.”

    “So?”

    TorssoatedlongenoughthatBlomkvisthadtogivehimapush.

    “Iwasvictedoflibel,notoffalsifyingmaterial.”

    “Butyoupublishedthematerial.”

    “Ifyou’recallingtodiscussthejudgementagainstme,Ihave.”

    “I’dliketoeoutanddoaninterviewwithyou.”

    “Ihavenothingtosaytoyouonthistopic.”

    “Soyoudon’twanttodiscussthetrial?”

    “That’scorrect,”hesaid,andhungup.Hesatthinkingforalongtimebeforehewentbacktohisputer.

    SanderfollowedtheinstrusshehadreceivedanddroveherKawasakiacrossthebridgetoHedebyIsnd.Shestoppedatthefirstlittlehouseo.Shewasreallyoutiicks.Butaslongasheremployeraying,shedidnotmindifshewenttotheNorthPole.Besides,itwasgreattogiveherbikeitsheadonalongrideuptheE4.Sheputthebikeonitsstandandloosehestrapthatheldherhtduffelbaginpce.

    Blomkvistopehedoorandwavedtoher.Hecameoutandiedhermotorcyclewithobviousastonishment.

    Hewhistled.“You’reridingamotorbike!”

    Sandersaidnothing,butshewatchedhimilyashetouchedthehandlebarsandtriedtheaelerator.Shedidnotlikeanyoougherstuff.Thenshesawhischildlike,boyishsmile,whichshetookforaredeemiure.Mostpeoplewhowereintomotorcyclesusuallyughedatherlightweightbike.

    “IhadamotorbikewhenIwasnieen,”hesaid,turningtoher.“Thanksfup.eina’sgetyousettled.”

    HehadborrobedfromtheNilssons.Saookatouraroundthe,lookingsuspicious,butsheseemedtorexwhenshecouldfindnoimmediatesignsofanyinsidioustrap.Heshowedherwherethebathroomwas.

    “Incaseyouwanttotakeashowerandfreshenup.”

    “Ihavetoge.Iamnotgoingtowanderaroundihers.”

    “OK,whileyougeI’llmakedinner.”

    HesautéedmbchopsinredwinesaudsetthetableoutdoorsiernoonsunwhileSandershoweredandged.Shecameoutbarefootwearingabckcamisoleandashort,worndenimskirt.Thefoodsmelledgood,aawaytwostouthelpings.Fasated,Blomkvistsneakedalookatthetattoosonherback.

    “Fiveplusthree,”Sandersaid.“FivecasesfromyourHarriet’slistandthreecasesthatIthinkshouldhavebeeno.”

    “Tellme.”

    “I’veonlybeenonthisforelevendays,andIhaven’thadacetodigupallthereports.Insomecasesthepolicereportshadbeenputiionarchive,andihey’restillstoredinthelocalpolicedistrict.Imadethreedaytripstodifferentpolicedistricts,butIdidn’thavetimetogettoallofthem.Thefiveareidentified.”

    Saasolidheapofpaperotable,around500pages.Shequicklysortedthematerialintodifferentstacks.

    “Let’staketheminologicalorder.”ShehandedBlomkvistalist.

    1949—REBECKAJACOBSSOad

    1954—MARIHOLMBERG,Kalmar

    1957—RAKELLUNDE,Landskrona

    1960—

    1960—LIVGUSTAVSSON,Sto

    1962—LEAPERSSON,Uddeval

    1964—SARAWITT,Ronneby

    1966—LENAANDERSSON,Uppsa

    “ThefirstcaseinthisseriesisRebeckaJacobsson,1949,thedetailsofwhichyoualreadyknow.ThecaseIfoundwasMariHolmberg,athirty-two-year-oldprostituteinKalmarwhowasmurderedinherapartmentinOctober1954.It’snotclearexactlywhenshewaskilled,sinceherbodywasn’tfhtarobablyendayster.”

    “AndhowdoyouecthertoHarriet’slist?”

    “Shewastiedupandbadlyabused,butthecauseofdeathwasstrangution.Shehadasanitarytoweldowhroat.”

    BlomkvistsatinsilenomentbeforehelookeduptheversethatwasLeviticus20:18.

    “Ifamahawomanhavinghersiess,anduncovershernakedness,hehasmadenakedherfountain,andshehasuhefountainofherblood;bothofthemshallbecutofffromamongtheirpeople.”

    Sandernodded.

    “HarrietVangermadethesamee.OK.?”

    “May1957,RakelLunde,forty-five.Sheworkedasaingwomanandwasabitofahappyeentrithevilge.ShewasafortuellerandherhobbywasdoingTarotreadings,palms,etcetera.ShelivedoutsideLandskronainahousealongwayfromanywhere,andshewasmurderedtheresometimeearlyinthem.Shewasfoundnakedaoaundry-dryingframeinherbackgarden,withhermouthtapedshut.Causeofdeathwasaheavyrockbeiedlythrownather.Shehadtlesstusionsandfractures.”

    “JesusChrist.Lisbeth,thisisfugdisgusting.”

    “Itgetsworse.TheinitialsR.L.arecorrect—youfoundtheBiblequote?”

    “Overlyexplicit.Amanorawomanwhoisamediumorawizardshallbeputtodeath;theyshallbestohstoheirbloodshallbeuponthem.”

    “Thenthere’sSj?berginRanmooutsideKarlstad.She’stheoneHarrietlistedasMagda.HerfullnamewasMagdaLovisa,butpeoplecalledherLovisa.”

    BlomkvistlistenedwhileSanderretedthearredetailsoftheKarlstadmurder.Wheacigarettehepoihepadshepusheditovertohim.

    “Sothekillerattackedtheanimaltoo?”

    “TheLeviticusversesaysthatifawomanhassexwithananimal,bothmustbekilled.”

    “Thelikelihoodofthiswomanhavihaustbe…well,ent.”

    “Theversebereadliterally.It’senoughthatshe‘approaches’theanimal,whichafarmer’swifewouldundeniablydoeveryday.”

    “Uood.”

    “ThecaseonHarriet’slistisSara.I’veidentifiedherasSaraWitt,thirty-seven,livinginRonneby.ShewasmurderedinJanuary1964,fouoherbed,subjectedtoaggravatedsexuassault,butthecauseofdeathhyxiation;shewasstrahekilleralsostartedafire,withtheprobableiionthewholehousedowntotheground,butpartofthefirewentoutbyitself,awastakencareofbythefireservice,whowerethereinaveryshorttime.”

    “Andthee?”

    “Listentothis.SaraWittwasboththedaughterofapastorandmarriedtoapastor.Herhusbandwasawaythatweekend.”

    “Andthedaughterofanypriest,ifsheprofanesherselfbypyingtheharlot,profaher;sheshallbeburhfire.OK.Thatfitso.Yousaidyou’dfoundmorecases.”

    “I’vefoundthreeotherwomenwhoweremurderedundersuchsimirlystrangecircumstandtheycouldhavebeenonHarriet’slist.ThefirstisayoungwomannamedLivGustavssowenty-twoandlivedinFarsta.Shewasahorse-lovinggirl—sherodeiionsandwasquiteapromisingtalent.Shealsoownedasmallpetshopwithhersister.Shewasfoundintheshop.Shehadworkedteonthekeepingandwastherealone.Shemusthaveletthekillerinvoluntarily.Sheedandstraodeath.”

    “Thatdoesn’tsoundquitelikeHarriet’slist,doesit?”

    “ly,ifitweren’tforohing.Thekillercludedhisbarbaritiesbyshovingaparakeetuphervaginaaalltheanimalsoutintotheshop.Cats,turtles,whitemice,rabbits,birds.Eventhefishintheaquarium.Soitwasquiteanappallingsehersisterenteredinthem.”

    Blomkvistmadeanote.

    “ShewasmurderedinAugust1960,fourmonthsafterthemurderofthefarmer’swifeMagdaLovisainKarlstad.Inbothinstaheywerewomenwhoworkedprofessionallywithanimals,andinbothcasestherewasananimalsacrifice.TheKarlstadmayhavesurvived—butIimagiwouldbedifficulttostabacowtodeathwithaknife.Aparakeetismorestraightforward.Andbesides,therewasanadditionanimalsacrifice.”

    “What?”

    Saoldthestoryofthe“pigeonmurder”ofLeaPersson.BlomkvistsatforsolonginsilendinthoughtthatevenSandergrewimpatient.

    “I’llbuyyourtheory,”hesaidatst.“There’sonecaseleft.”

    “AcasethatIdiscoveredbyce.Idon’tknowhowmanyImayhavemissed.”

    “Tellmeaboutit.”

    “February1966inUppsa.Thevictimwasaseventeen-year-oldgymnastcalledLenaAndersson.ShedisappearedafteracsspartyandwasfoundthreedaysterinadittheUppsapin,quiteawayoutoftown.Shehadbeenmurderedsomewhereelseandherbodydumpedthere.Thismurdergotalotofattentioninthemedia,butthetruecircumstancessurroundingherdeathwereneverreported.Thegirlhadbeengrotesquelytortured.Ireadthepathologist’sreport.Shewastorturedwithfire.Herhandsaswereatrociouslyburned,andshehadbeenburedlyatvariousspotsalloverherbody.Theyfoundparaffinstainsonher,whichshowedthatdleshadbeenused,butherhandsweresocharredthattheymusthavebeenheldoveramorepowerfulfire.Finally,thekillersawedoffherheadandtosseditothebody.”

    Blomkvistbnched.“GoodLord,”hesaid.

    “I’tfindanyBiblequotethatfits,butthereareseveralpassagesthatdealwithafireandasin,andinsomepcesit’sremehatthesacrifiimal—mostoftenabull—becutupinsuchawaythattheheadisseveredfromthefat.Firealsoremihefirstmurder,ofRebeckahereiad.”

    Towardsevenihemosquitoesbegantoswarmtheyclearedoffthegardentableandmovedtothekittogoonwiththeirtalk.

    “Thefactthatyoudidn’tfiBiblequotatiomeanmuch.It’snotamatterofquotations.ThisisagrotesqueparodyofwhatiswrittenintheBible—it’smorelikeassociationstoquotationspulledoutoftext.”

    “Iagree.Itisn’tevenlogical.Takeforexamplethequotethatbothhavetobecutofffromtheirpeopleifsomeonehassexwithagirlwho’shavingherperiod.Ifthat’sinterpretedliterally,thekillershouldhavemittedsuicide.”

    “Sowheredoesallthislead?”Blomkvistwonderedaloud.

    “YourHarrieteitherhadquiteastrangehobbyorelseshemusthaveknownthattherewasaebetweenthemurders.”

    “Between1949and1966,andmaybebeforeandafteraswell.Theideathataninsanelysicksadisticserialkillerwassughteringwomenforatleastseventeenyearswithoutanyoneseeingaesoundsutterlyunbelievabletome.”

    Sanderpushedbackherchairandpouredmorecoffeefromthepotoove.Shelitacigarette.Mikaelcursedhimselfandstoleanotherfromher.

    “No,it’snotsounbelievable,”shesaid,holdinguponefinger.“WehaveseveraldozenunsolvedmurdersofwomeninSwedenduriwehtury.Thatprofessorofcriminology,Persson,saidoVthatserialkillersareveryrareinSweden,butthatprobablywehavehadsomethatwerenevercaught.”

    Sheheldupaner.

    “Thesemurdersweremittedoveraverylongperiodoftimeandalloverthetry.Twoourredclosetogetherin1960,butthecircumstanceswerequitedifferent—afarmer’swifeinKarlstadandatwenty-two-year-oldinSto.”

    Threefingers.

    “Thereisnoimmediatelyapparentpattern.Themurderswerecarriedoutatdifferentpdthereisnorealsignature,buttherearecertainthingsthatdorecur.Animals.Fire.Aggravatedsexuassault.And,asyoupoi,aparodyofBiblicalquotations.ButitseemsthatnotoheiigatiivesinterpretedanyofthemurdersintermsoftheBible.”

    Blomkvistwaswatgher.Withherslenderbody,herbckcamisole,thetattoos,andtheringspiergherface,Sanderlookedoutofpce,tosaytheleast,icottageinHedeby.Wheriedtobesociableoverdinner,shewastaciturntothepointofrudeness.Butwhenshewaswshesoundedlikeaprofessionaltertips.HerapartmentinStoightlookasifabombhadgoneoffinit,butmentallySanderwasextremelywelnised.

    “It’shardtoseetheebetrostituteinUddevalwho’skilledinanindustrialyardandapastor’swifewhoisstrangledinRonnebyandhasherhousesetonfire.Ifyoudon’thavethekeythatHarrietgaveus,thatis.”

    “Whichleadstothequestion,”Sandersaid.

    “HowohdidHarrietgetmixedupinallthis?Asixteen-year-oldgirlwholivedinareallyshelteredenviro.”

    “There’sonlyoneanswer,”Sandersaid.“TheremustbesomeetotheVangerfamily.”

    By11:00thatnighttheyhadgoheseriesofmurdersanddiscussedtheceivableesaiailsofsimirityanddifferencesooftenthatBlomkvist’sheadinning.HerubbedhiseyesandstretchedandaskedSanderifshefeltlikeawalk.Herexpressionsuggestedthatshethoughtsuchpracticeswereawasteoftime,butsheagreed.Blomkvistadvisedhertogeintolongtrousersbecauseofthemosquitoes.

    Theystrolledpastthesmall-boatharbourandthehebridgeandouttowardsMartinVanger’spoint.Blomkvistpoithevarioushousesandtoldheraboutthepeoplewholivedinthem.HehadsomedifficultywhentheycametoCeciliaVanger’shouse.Sandergavehimacuriouslook.

    TheypassedMartinVanger’smotoryadreachedthepoint,aheysatonarodsharedacigarette.

    “There’sonemoree,”Blomkvistsaidsuddenly.“Maybeyou’vealreadythoughtofit.”

    “What?”

    “Theirnames.”

    Sahoughtforamomentandshookherhead.

    “They’reallBibliames.”

    “Nottrue,”shesaid.“WhereisthereaLivorLenaintheBible?”

    “Theyarethere.Livmeanstolive,inotherwordsEva.Andeon—what’sLenashortfor?”

    Sandergrimaannoyance.Hehadbeenquickerthanshewas.Shedidnotlikethat.

    “Magdalena,”shesaid.

    “Thewhore,thefirstwoman,theVirginMary…they’reallthereinthisgroup.Thisissofreakyit’dmakeapsychologist’sheadspin.Butthere’ssomethingelseIthoughtofwithregardtothenames.”

    Sanderwaitedpatiently.

    “They’reobviouslyalltraditionalJewishheVangerfamilyhashadmorethanitsshareoffanatiti-Semites,Nazis,andspiracytheorists.TheonlytimeImetHaraldVangerhewasstandingintheroadsnarlingthathisowndaughterwasawhore.Hecertainlyhasproblemswithwomen.”

    Whebacktothetheymadeamidnightsnadheatedupthecoffee.Mikaeltookalookatthealmost500pagesthatDraganArmansky’sfavouriteresearcherhadprodu.

    “You’vedoneafantasticjobofdiggingupthesefasuchashorttime,”hesaid.“Thanks.Andthanksalsoforbeingnioughtoeuphereaonit.”

    “pensnow?”Sanderwaoknow.

    “I’mgoingtotalktoDirchFrodetomorrowandarrangeforyourfeetobepaid.”

    “Thatwasn’twhatImeant.”

    Blomkvistlookedather.

    “Well…IrethejobIhiredyouforisdone,”hesaid.

    “I’mnotdohthis.”

    Blomkvistleanedbackagainstthekitwalhergaze.Hecouldn’treadanythingatallinhereyes.ForhalfayearhehadbeenwaloneonHarriet’sdisappearandherewasanotherperson—anexperiencedresearcher—whograspedtheimplications.Hemadethedecisiononimpulse.

    “Ikno’lltalktoFrode.We’llhireyouforaweekortwomoreas…aresearchassistant.Idon’tknowifhe’llwanttopaythesameratehepaystoArmansky,butweshouldbeableteabasiclivingwageforyou.”

    Sandersuddenlygavehimasmile.Shehadnowishtobeshutoutandwouldhavegdlydohejobforfree.

    “I’mfallingasleep,”shesaid,andwithoutfurtheradoshewenttoherroomandclosedthedoor.

    Twomiersheopehedoorandputoutherhead.

    “Ithinkyou’rewrong.It’snotaninsaneserialkillerwhoreadhisBiblewrong.It’sjustamardenbastardwhohateswomen.”

    CHAPTER21

    Thursday,July3–Thursday,July10

    SanderbeforeBlomkvist,around6:00.Sheputoerforcoffeeaotakeashower.WhenBlomkvistwokeat7:30,shewasreadinghissummaryoftheHarrietVangercaseonhisi.Hecameouttothekitwithatowelroundhiswaist,rubbingthesleepoutofhiseyes.

    “There’scoffeeoove,”shesaid.

    Helookedoverhershoulder.

    “Thatdotasswordprotected,dammit,”hesaid.

    Sheturnedandpeeredupathim.

    “IttakesthirtysedstodorogrammefromthethatcrackWord’sencryptionprote.”

    “Weohaveatalkonthesubjectofwhat’syoursandwhat’smine,”hesaid,aotakeashower.

    Whenhecameback,Sanderhadturnedoffhisputerandputitbaitsphisoffice.ShehadbootedupherownPower.Blomkvistfeltsurethatshehadalreadytransferredthetentsofhisputertoherown.

    Sanderwasanrmationjuhadelichild’stakeonmoralsahics.

    Hehadjustsatdowntobreakfastwhentherewasaknockatthefrontdoor.MartinVangerlookedsosolemnthatforasedBlomkvistthoughthehadetthenewsofhisuncle’sdeath.

    “No,Henrik’sditionisthesameasyesterday.I’mhereforaquitedifferentreason.CouldIeramoment?”

    Blomkvistlethimin,introdughimto“myresearchassistant”LisbethSander.Shegavethecaptainofindustrybarelyagndaquiodbeforeshewentbacktoherputer.MartinVangergreetedherautomaticallybutlookedsodistractedthathehardlyseemedtonoticeher.Blomkvistpouredhimacupofcoffeeandinvitedhimtohaveaseat.

    “What’sthisalbout?”

    “Youdon’tsubscribetotheHedestadCourier?”

    “No.ButsometimesIseeitatSusanne’sBridgeCafé.”

    “Thenyouhavehism’spaper.”

    “YoumakeitsoundasifIoughtto.”

    MartinVatheday’spaperoableinfrontofhim.Hehadbeewonsonthefrontpage,tinuedonpagefour.“victedLibelJournalistHidingHere.”AphotographtakenwithatelephotolensfromthechurchhillohersideofthebridgeshowedBlomkvistingoutofthecottage.

    Thereporter,Torsson,hadcobbledtogetherascurrilouspiece.HerecapitutedtheWer?maffairandexpihatBlomkvisthadleftMillenniumindisgradthathehadretlyservedaprisonterveryself-respegresidentofHedestadutonnoticethatanOlympic-cssshitfromStowasskulkingaroundthearea.hecimsiiclewaslibellous,buttheyweresopresentBlomkvistinanunftteringlight;theyoutandtypestylewasofthekindthatsueersusedtodiscusspoliticalterrorists.Millenniumwasdescribedasamagazihlowcredibility“bentonagitation,”andBlomkvist’sonfinancialjournalismresentedasacolleof“troversialcims”aboutothermorerespectedjournalists.

    “Mikael…Idon’thavewordstoexpresswhatIfeltwhehisarticle.It’srepulsive.”

    “It’saput-upjob,”Blomkvistsaidcalmly.

    “IhopeyouuandthatIdidn’thavetheslightestthingtodowiththis.Ichokedonmymcoffeewhe.”

    “Thenwhodid?”

    “Imadesomecalls.ThisTorssonisasummerworkexperiencekid.Hedidthepieordersfrer.”

    “IthoughtBirgerhadnosayinthenewsroom.Afterall,heisacillorandpoliticalfigure.”

    “TeicallyhehasnoinfluetheeditoriheCourierisGunnarKarlman,Ingrid’sson,who’spartoftheJohanVangerbranchofthefamily.BirgerandGunnarhavebeencloseformanyyears.”

    “Isee.”

    “Torssonwillbefiredforthwith.”

    “Howoldishe?”

    “Totellyouthetruth,Idon’tknow.I’vehim.”

    “Don’tfirehim.Whenhecalledmehesoundedlikeaveryyoungandinexperiencedreporter.”

    “This’tbeallowedtopasswithoutsequences.”

    “Ifyouwantmyopiniouationseemsabitabsurd,wheorinchiefofapublicatioheVangerfamilygoesoackagainstanotherpublicationinwhirikVangerisapartownerandonwhoseboardyousit.Youreditor,Karlman,isattagyouandHenrik.”

    “Iseewhatyoumean,andIoughttoythebmewhereitbelongs.Karlmanisapartowhecorporationandhasalwaystakenpot-shotsatme,butthisseemsmorelikeBirger’srevengebecauseyouhadarun-inwithhimatthehospital.You’reathorninhisside.”

    “Ibelieveit.That’swhyIthinkTorssonisthestpersontobme.Ittakesalotforaosayhebossinstructshimtowritesomethingiainway.”

    “Icoulddemandthatyoubegivenanapologytomorrow.”

    “Betternot.Itwouldjustturnintoalong,drawn-outsquabblethatwouldmakethesituationworse.”

    “Soyoudon’tthinkIshoulddoanything?”

    “Itwouldn’tbeanyuse.Karlmanwouldkickupafussandintheworstcaseyou’dbepaintedasavilinwho,inhiscapacityasowner,istryingtostamponthefreedomofexpression.”

    “Pardonme,Mikael,butIdon’tagreewithyou.Asamatteroffact,Ialsohavetherighttoexpressmyopinion.Myviewisthatthisarticlestinks—andIiomakemyownpointofviewclear.Howeverrelutly,I’mHenrik’sreptonMillennium’sboard,andinthatroleIamnotgoingtoletanoffeiclelikethisonepassunchallenged.”

    “Fairenough.”

    “SoI’mgoingtodemandtherighttorespond.AndifImakeKarlmanlooklikeanidiot,hehasonlyhimselftobme.”

    “Youmustdowhatyoubelieveisright.”

    “Forme,it’salsoimportantthatyouabsolutelyuandthatIhavenothingwhatsoevertodowiththisvitriolicattack.”

    “Ibelieveyou,”Blomkvistsaid.

    “Besides—Ididn’treallywanttthisupnow,butthisjustservestoillustratewhatwe’vealreadydiscussed.It’simportanttore-installyouonMillennium’seditorialboardsothatweshowaunitedfronttotheworld.Aslongasyou’reaway,thegossipwilltinue.IbelieveinMillennium,andI’mvihatwewinthisfighttogether.”

    “Iseeyourpoint,butnowit’smyturntodisagreewithyou.I’tbreakmytractwithHenrik,aisthatIwouldn’twanttobreakit.Yousee,Ireallylikehim.AndthisthingwithHarriet…”

    “Yes?”

    “Iknowit’sarunningsoreforyouandIrealisethatHenrikhasbeenobsessedwithitformanyyears.”

    “Justbetweewoofus—IdoloveHenrikandheismymentor—butwheoHarriet,he’salmostoffhisrocker.”

    “WhenIstartedthisjobIcouldhinkingthatitwasawasteoftime.ButIthinkwe’reonthevergeofabreakthroughandthatitmightnowbepossibletoknowwhatreallyhappened.”

    BlomkvistreaddoubtinMartinVanger’seyes.Atsthemadeadecision.

    “OK,inthatcasethebestthingwedoistosolvethemysteryofHarrietasquicklyaspossible.I’llgiveyouallthesupportIsothatyoufinishtheworktoyoursatisfa—and,ofcourse,Henrik’s—aurntoMillennium.”

    “Good.SoIwon’thavetofightwithyoutoo.”

    “No,youwon’t.Youaskformyhelpwheneveryourunintoaproblem.I’llmakedamBirgerwon’tputanysortofobstaclesinyourway.AndI’lltrytotalktoCecilia,tocalmherdown.”

    “Thankyou.Ioaskhersomequestions,andshe’sbeeingmyattemptsatversationforamonthnow.”

    MartinVangerughed.“Perhapsyouhaveotherissuestoironout.ButIwoinvolvedinthat.”

    Theyshookhands.

    Sanderhadlisteheversation.WhenMartinVangerleftshereachedfortheHedestadCourierandsedthearticle.Sheputthepaperdownwithoutmakinga.

    Blomkvistsatinsilehinking.GunnarKarlmanwasbornin1948andwouldhavebeeeenin1966.HewasohepeopleontheisndwhenHarrietdisappeared.

    Afterbreakfastheaskedhisresearchassistanttoreadthroughthepolicereport.Hegaveherallthephotographsoftheaident,aswelsthelongsummaryofVanger’sowigations.

    BlomkvistthendrovetoFrode’shouseandaskedhimkindlytodrawupanagreementforSanderasaresearchassistantforthemonth.

    Bythetimehereturhecottage,Sanderhaddecampedtothegardenandwasimmersedinthepolicereport.Blomkvistwentiupthecoffee.Hewatchedherthroughthekitwindow.Sheseemedtobeskimming,spendingnomorethantenorfifteensedsoneachpage.Sheturhepagesmeically,andBlomkvistwasamazedatherckoftration;itmadenosense,sinceherowwassometiculous.Hetooktwocupsofcoffeeandjoihegardentable.

    “Yournotesweredonebeforeyoukneerelookingforaserialkiller.”

    “That’strue.IsimplywrotedowionsIwaoaskHenrik,andsomeotherthings.Itwasquiteunstructured.UpuntilnowI’vereallybeenstrugglinginthedark,tryingtowriteastory—achapteriobiographyofHenrikVanger.”

    “Andnow?”

    “IalltheiigationsfocusedonHedebyIsnd.NowI’msurethatthestory,thesequenceofeventsthatendedinherdisappearaartediad.Thatshiftstheperspective.”

    Sandersaid:“Itwasamazingwhatyoudiscoveredwiththepictures.”

    Blomkvistwassurprised.Sanderdidhetypetothrowplimentsaround,afttered.Oherhand—fromapurelyjournalistitofview—itwasquiteanachievement.

    “It’syourturntofilliails.HowdiditgowiththatpictureyouwerechasingupinNorsj??”

    “Youmeanyoudidn’tchecktheimagesinmyputer?”

    “Therewasn’ttime.Ioreadtherésumés,yoursituatiostoyourself.”

    Blomkviststartedhisiandclickedoographfolder.

    “It’sfasating.ThevisittoNorsj?wasasortress,butitwasalsoadisappoi.Ifouure,butitdoesn’ttellusmuch.

    “Thatwoman,MildredBerggren,hadsavedallherholidaypicturesinalbums.ThepictureIwaslookingforwasohem.Itwastakenoncheapcolourfilmandafterthirty-seveheprintwasincrediblyfaded—withastrongyellowti,wouldyoubelieve,shestillhadtheiveinashoebox.SheletmeborrowalltheivesfromHedestadandI’vesedthemin.ThisiswhatHarrietsaw.”

    HeclickedonanimagewhiowhadthefilenameHARRIET/bd-19.eps.

    Sanderimmediatelyuoodhisdismay.ShesawanunfocusedimagethatshowedsinthefroundoftheChildren’sDayparade.InthebackgroundcouldbeseentheerofSundstr?m’sHaberdashery.AbouttenpeoplewerestandingonthepavementinfrontofSundstr?m’s.

    “Ithinkthisisthepersonshesaw.PartlybecauseItriedtutewhatshewaslookingat,judgingbytheaherfacewasturned—Imadeadrawingofthecrossroadsthere—andpartlybecausethisistheonlypersonwhoseemstobelookingstraightintothecamera.Meaningthat—perhaps—hewasstaringatHarriet.”

    WhatSandersawwasablurryfigurestandingalittlebitbehindthespectators,almostinthesidestreet.Hehadonadarkpaddedjacketattheshouldersanddarktrousers,possiblyjeans.Blomkvistzoomedinsothatthefigurefromthewaistupfilledthes.Thephotographbecameinstantlyfuzzierstill.

    “It’saman.He’saboutfive-footeleven,normalbuild.Hehasdark-blond,semi-longhairandis-shaven.Butit’simpossibletomakeouthisfacialfeaturesoreveimatehisage.Hecouldbeanywherebetweenhisteensandmiddleage.

    “Youaniputetheimage…”

    “Ihavemaniputedtheimage,dammit.IeveacopytotheimageprocessingwizardatMillennium.”Blomkvistclickedupanewshot.“ThisistheabsolutebestIgetoutofit.Thecameraissimplytoolousyaaoofar.”

    “Haveyoushowuretoanyone?Someonemightreisetheman’sbearingor…”

    “IshowedittoFrode.Hehasnoideawhothemanis.”

    “HerrFrodeprobablyisn’tthemostobservantpersoad.”

    “No,butI’mwforhimandHenrikVanger.IwanttoshowthepicturetoHenrikbeforeIcastthewider.”

    “Perhapshe’snothingmorethaor.”

    “That’spossible.ButhemariggerastrangeresponsefromHarriet.”

    DuriseveraldaysBlomkvistandSanderworkedontheHarrietcasevirtuallyeverywakingmoment.Sanderwentonreadingthepolicereport,rattlingoffoionafteraherecouldoh,andeachvagueansweroruaiomoreinteerrogation.Theyspentonewholedayexaminingtimetablesforthecastofcharactersattheseoftheaidentonthebridge.

    Sanderbecamemoreandmoreofanenigmatohim.Despitethefactthatsheonlyskimmedthedotsinthereport,shealwaysseemedtosettleoobscureandtradictorydetails.

    Theytookabreakiernoons,whemadeitunbearableoutinthegarden.TheywouldswimintheelortotheterraceatSusanne’sBridgeCafé.SusareatedBlomkvistwithanundisguisedess.HerealisedthatSanderlookedbarelylegandshewasobviouslylivingathiscottage,andthat—inSusanne’seyes—madehimadirtyoldmiddle-agedman.Itwasnotpleasant.

    Blomkvistwentouteveryeveningforarun.Sandermadewheurofbreathtothecottage.Runningwasobviouslyhing.

    “I’moverforty,”hesaid.“Ihavetoexercisetokeepfromgettingtoofataroundthemiddle.”

    “Isee.”

    “Don’tyoueverexercise?”

    “Iboxonawhile.”

    “Youbox?”

    “Yeah,youknow,withgloves.”

    “Whatweightdoyouboxin?”hesaid,whenheemergedfromtheshower.

    “all.IsparalittlenowandthenagainsttheguysinaclubinS?der.”

    Whyisthatnosurprise?hethought.Butatleastshehadtoldhimsomethingaboutherself.Heknewnobasicfactsabouther.HowdidsheetobewforArmansky?Whatsortofeducationdidshehave?Whatdidherparentsdo?AssoonasBlomkvisttriedtoaskaboutherlifesheshutuplikeasweredinsinglesylblesnoredhim.

    OernoonSandersuddenlyputdownabinder,frowning.

    “WhatdoyouknowaboutOttoFalk?Thepastor.”

    “Notmuch.Imetthepresentincumbeimesearlierintheyear,aoldmethatFalklivesinsomegeriatrieiad.Alzheimer’s.”

    “Wheredidheefrom?”

    “FromHedestad.HestudiedinUppsa.”

    “Hewasunmarried.AndHarriethungoutwithhim.”

    “Whydoyouask?”

    “I’mjustsayingthatMorellweyeasyonhimierview.”

    “Iiespastorsenjoyedasiderablydifferentstatusinsociety.Itwasnaturalforhimtoliveouthereontheisnd,closetothepowerbrokers,sotospeak.”

    “Iwonderhowcarefullythepolicesearchedtheparsohephotographsitlookslikeitwasabigwoodenhouse,andtheremusthavebeeyofpcestohideabodyforawhile.”

    “That’strue,butthere’snothingierialtoindicatethathewouldhaveanyetotheserialmurdersortoHarriet’sdisappearance.”

    “Actually,thereis,”Sandersaid,withawrysmile.“Firstofallheastor,andpastorsmorethananyoneelsehaveaspecialretionshiptotheBible.Sed,hewasthestpersonknowntohaveseenandtalkedwithHarriet.”

    “Buthewentdowntotheseoftheaidentandstayedthereforseveralhours.He’sinlotsofthepictures,especiallyduriimewhenHarrietmusthavevanished.”

    “Allright,I’tcrackhisalibi.ButIwasactuallythinkingaboutsomethingelse.Thisstoryisaboutasadistickillerofwomen.”

    “So?”

    “Iwas…Ihadalittletimetomyselfthisspringandreadquiteabitaboutsadistsinaratherdifferenttext.OhethingsIreadwasanFBImanual.Itcimedthatastrikingportionofvictedserialkillerscamefromdysfunalhomesandtorturedanimalsintheirchildhood.SomeofthevictedAmeriserialkillerswerealsoarrestedforarson.TorturedanimalsandarsoncropupinseveralofHarriet’smurdercases,butwhatIwasreallythinkingaboutwasthefactthattheparsonageburneddownieseventies.”

    “It’salongshot,”Blomkvistsaid.

    Lisbethnodded.“Agreed.ButIfindnothinginthepolicereportaboutthecauseofthefire,anditwouldbeveryiingtoknowiftherewereotherunexpinedfireshereaboutsiies.Itwouldalsobeworthchegtoseeiftherewereanycasesofanimabuseormutitionintheareabackthen.”

    WhenSanderwenttobedonherseventhnightinHedeby,shewasmildlyirritatedwithBlomkvist.Foralmostaweekshehadspentpracticallyeverywakingmihhim.Normallysevenminutesofanotherperson’spanywasenoughtogiveheraheadache,soshesetthingsuptoliveasarecluse.Sheerfectlytentaslongaspeopleleftherinpeafortunatelysocietywasnotverysmartoruanding;shehadtoprotectherselffromsociauthorities,childwelfareauthorities,guardianshipauthorities,taxauthorities,police,curators,psychologists,psychiatrists,teachers,andbouncers,whowouldherintothebareventhoughshewastwenty-five.Therewasawholearmyofpeoplewhoseemednottohaveanythiertodothantotrytodisruptherlife,and,iftheyweregiventheopportunity,tocorrectthewayshehadchosentoliveit.

    Itdidnogoodtocry,shehadlearhatearlyon.Shehadalsolearhateverytimeshetriedtomakesomeoneawareofsomethinginherlife,thesituationjustgotworse.sequentlyittohertosolveherproblemsbyherself,usingwhatevermethodsshedeemednecessary.SomethingthatAdvo
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