his assistance up here. Don’t let on that we found anything. Then find Captain Harding and tell him we’ll meet him in the mess hall. I need some chow.”
“Shall I tell him what we found?”
“No. Don’t tell anyone anything, OK? Can you pull it off with Arnesen?”
“Darling, at dinner last night I pretended I was interested in the business of fish-processing and canning. I can handle a little white lie with the major.” She winked at me and scurried off.
“What is your plan, Billy?”
“Poke him with a stick, Kaz, and see how high he jumps.”
“I think I will like this part. What do you want me to do?”
“Sit right here.” I motioned to the edge of the bed where the key was hidden. “I’ll ask him a few questions, and we’ll watch his reaction to where you’re sitting. Then we’ll spring it on him.” Kaz grinned like a sly fox in a henhouse and I leaned up against the wall near the window, trying to look casual. I wasn’t sure the presence of the key in his room meant he was the one who put it there, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t either. I thought about how that really meant I didn’t know a damned thing. A minute later, Anders Arnesen walked in.
“Major.” I greeted him with a smile. “Come on in!”
“It is a little strange to be welcomed into one’s own room, Lieutenant. However, I understand the necessity. How are you, Baron?” He nodded at Kaz politely.
“Very well, Major. Searching is quite a tiring business, though. I am glad Billy has given us a respite.” I watched Anders closely. He gave no hint that he was doing anything except engaging in polite chatter.
“Have you found anything yet? I hear you are looking for a missing key.”
He stood with his hands in his pockets, looking extraordinarily nonchalant. He didn’t look like he was in mourning for Knut Birkeland, but, he wasn’t acting like a guilty or nervous suspect either. I watched for the telltale glance at his hiding place, but, aside from his exchange with Kaz, his eyes never darted anywhere. He looked at me idly, waiting for a response. Already this wasn’t going the way I thought it would.
“Word travels fast. Did you know Knut Birkeland well?”
“Actually not very well at all. After our escape from Norway, I saw him only a few times here at Beardsley Hall. I have been busy training the Norwegian Brigade at our base. New volunteers are coming in from Norway constantly.”
“How do they get here?” asked Kaz.
“Every commando raid along the coast returns with a large number of volunteers. When we land near a town the word spreads and young men pack up and return with us. Sometimes a fishing craft will slip through the German coastal patrols and make the journey to Scotland.”
“What did you think of Birkeland’s position on using the Underground Army?”
“I have just requested permission from the king to go to Norway and assess the effectiveness of the underground. I believe it would be a waste of resources to organize and arm this force and not use it. However, if they are not capable of a sustained uprising, it would be criminal to order them into action.”
“Makes sense. What did the king say?”
“His initial reaction was that he wanted me to stay here and get the brigade ready for the invasion, but he promised to think about it. Lieutenant-”
“Major, unless you want to stand on ceremony, please call me Billy. When people say ‘lieutenant’ I can only think about my supervisor back at the Boston Police Department.” I wanted to put him at ease, figuring that he’d assume a friendly approach meant he wasn’t a suspect.
“We are very lucky to have a trained policeman here. Quite a coincidence… Billy.” He smiled and lifted a questioning eyebrow at me. Wow, this guy was confident. He was either innocent or very experienced at interrogations. Or both, which was also possible. An attack is a good defense when you’re being questioned. The interrogator needs to know not to respond, not to give up the rhythm of the questioning by answering the attack. I knew that. Kaz didn’t.
“What do you mean by that?” Kaz demanded angrily, jumping up from his seat on the bed and standing in front of Arnesen, arms akimbo, defending my honor.
“Baron, you must admit it is quite odd. First, our American friend Billy is almost shot yesterday, and then Birkeland is found dead this morning. Beardsley Hall has not seen so much commotion since the days of the Vikings. Before your party arrived, things were very quiet here. One has to wonder at your real reason for coming.” Again, the smile. So disarming. He’d make a great interrogation partner. Kaz was fuming, so I put my hand on his shoulder and tried to calm things down. He sat back down on the bed, his eyes shooting daggers at Arnesen.
“Major, there’s nothing I’d like better than to leave you all here and get back to London-or Boston, for that matter. I just came along for the ride and now I’m stuck with this assignment, just like you’re stuck here with the Brigade instead of taking off for home. So give us a hand, will you?” He studied me for a minute. I could practically see the wheels turning, and I wished I knew what he was really thinking.
“OK, to use an American expression. How can I help you, Billy?”
“We have a little experiment to perform. Your room is two doors down from Birkeland’s, right?”
“Yes.”
“You and Kaz stay here with your door shut. I’m going down the hall. Tell me what you hear.” I left the room and went to Birkeland’s door. I unlocked it, trying to be as quiet as I could. The key turned in the lock and the mechanism rotated with a clear metallic clack. I opened the door, closed it carefully, and locked it. Clack. It was a distinct sound, not really loud, but probably more audible in the quiet of night. I walked past Anders’s door, stopped, then walked back and knocked. Kaz let me in.
“Major, please tell me what you heard, in detail.”
Arnesen closed his eyes and held up one finger. “First, your footsteps down the hall.” Another finger came up. “Then the faint sound of the key turning the lock, twice. I assume you unlocked and then locked Birkeland’s door. Then, and probably only because I was listening for it, the sound of your footsteps going by my door.” He ended with a fourth fin-ger up and opened his eyes. I looked at Kaz, who nodded his agreement.
“So this experiment, it was to show that others on this floor could hear the door being locked?” Arnesen asked.
“Yes. Did you hear anything like that last night?”
“Billy, my American friend, you have discovered what every man on this floor discovered when the female staff moved in!” Arnesen started to laugh, adding, “Congratulations!” Now I was really off my rhythm.
“What are you talking about?”
“Of course these old locks make a terrible noise at night, when everything is quiet. They echo in the hallway off the wooden walls and floor. I was here six months ago just after they brought in female clerical and housekeeping staff. The king’s staff had grown so large Jens decided they needed additional help. Late-night visitations were forbidden, but that first night it sounded like a symphony of locks as men left their rooms to meet their newfound girlfriends. As Skak and Birkeland were at opposite ends of the building, and were early risers, no one ever tried to bring the girls up here.”
“But what’s so funny?”
“There was a crackdown on the nocturnal visits, and several officers were disciplined when they were caught in the act. They learned to leave their doors unlocked at night, and slip out quietly. You could walk down this hallway at night and probably every other door would be unlocked and the room empty. So even if Birkeland or Skak were awake, they wouldn’t hear any coming or goings. Excellent, Lieutenants!” He gave each of us a mock bow. “You have uncovered a dastardly plot to steal the virtue of young English women!” By now he was almost howling with laughter. That did it. I was mad. At my own stupidity mostly, but it was never fun to take things out on myself. So I went for Arnesen. I flipped up the edge of the mattress.
“Do you think this is funny?” I picked up the key and held it in front of his face. My dad had taught me to hold off confronting a suspect with a piece of evidence long enough for the guy to think he’d gotten away with it. Let him feel relief at having put one over on you, he used to say. That way he’ll have even farther to fall when he finds out he’s wrong.
I watched Arnesen. Not just his eyes, but the muscles in his face. I wanted to see his fear when he realized I had found his hiding place. The shock of being found out, the little twitch that gives off the aroma of guilt. He had been riding high, laughing at us, and I was going to enjoy watching him reveal himself.
There was none of that. Genuine amazement, round-eyed surprise showed on his face. He was still half
