the bar. âIf necessary Iâll come back to you later. Where will you be?â
âIâd thought of having a meal at the Fredericsmut for a change. Itâs some time since Iâve been there.â
âThe Fredericsmut? You may be in for a lively night, I warn you. Thereâs a Portuguese schooner due.â
I nodded. âI saw her entering the fjord on my way in. Who is it? Anyone I know?â
âDa Gama.â He chuckled grimly. âIâd eat here tonight if I were you.â
He went out and Desforge said, âAnd who in the hell is this Da GamaâFrankenstein?â
âSomething like that. He comes in for supplies about once a month and thereâs always trouble. One of these days heâll kill somebodyâprobably has already if the truthâs known.â
âSounds like fun,â Desforge said. âI think Iâll come with you. I could do with a little action and itâll get me out of the way. I donât want to run into Ilana till Iâm good and ready.â
âAll right,â I said. âIâve one or two things to do. Iâll be back in fifteen minutes.â
I left him there at the bar, went to the reception desk and phoned through to the airstrip. I explained that I wouldnât be available for the next couple of days, stressing that I was on government business and asked them to contact the people concerned in Godthaab and Søndreto suggest that they either rearrange their schedules or make other arrangements.
As I had anticipated, there was no particular difficulty and I went up to my room, stripped off my flying gear and had a quick shower. Iâd just pulled a heavy Norwegian sweater over my head when there was a knock at the door. I opened it and found Ilana Eytan standing outside.
âIâm looking for Jack. Any idea where he might be?â
I lied cheerfully. âNot right now,â and then for some perverse reason decided to go further. âI can tell you where heâll be later, though. The Fredericsmutâthatâs a place at the end of the main street from here.â
âIâll see him there then.â
I shook my head. âI wouldnât if I were you. Rough fishermen, hard liquor and a roomful of smokeânot for little girls.â
âIn a pigâs eye, Joe Martin,â she said and went back along the corridor to her room.
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The Fredericsmut was definitely for the lower orders, the sort of place youâll find in any town in the world from Singapore to Jackson Falls, Wyoming. In this case it was a two-storeyed wooden building with a veranda at the front. What went on upstairs was anybodyâs guess, but through the swing doors that opened from the veranda was a large square room where you could find good plain food in large quantities, any kind of liquor you cared to name and broadminded women. The one incongruity was a large and shiny juke box that stood by the door and never seemed to stop playing.
We sat at a table at the back of the room close to the bar and I ordered steak and chips for both of us and a lager for Desforge. The juke box was going full blast surrounded by a crowd of youthful Greenlanders, some of them shaking away to the manner born.
Jack groaned as if in pain. âIs nothing sacred? I came north looking for polar bear, the eternal struggle of man in an alien land, harpoons and sealskin trousers and what do I get?â
âCorduroy trews and the Beatles.â
âNext thing you know one of those outfits in Carnaby Street will be opening up a branch.â
I shook my head. âJust let them try and see what the Royal Greenland Trading Company have to say about it. Maybe they donât have a monopoly any longer, but they still swing a pretty big axe.â
The crowd was building up nowâconstruction workers looking for a little fun after a twelve-hour day, inshore fishermen, professional hunters, Danes and Icelanders with a
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