few Norwegians thrown in for good luck, and Greenlanders, some looking pure Scandinavian, others a hundred per cent Eskimo and most of them falling somewhere in between.
âYou know when I was a kid my old man was pretty strict with us,â Jack said as we sat there waiting for the food to arrive. âHe died when I was seven and the family had to split up. I went to live with my Aunt Clara in Wisconsin.â
âDid you get on all right with her?â
âCouldnât have been better. She started taking me to the movies, something my father never allowed. This wasin the silent days mind you. I can remember one old three-reeler I saw, The Spoilers. Itâs been remade three or four times. The version I saw starred Noah Beery and Milton Sills and they had one hell of a brawl on a set that looked just like this place. Funny how your memory works. I havenât thought of that for years.â
An impudent young Eskimo girl in a black silk dress that was a size too small brought the food, leaning so close to Desforge when she put his plate on the table that her breast was crushed against his shoulder.
He asked her to bring him a bottle of whisky from the bar and she ogled him shamelessly, fluttering false eyelashes that somehow looked obscene fringing the slanting, almond-shaped eyes. As she moved through the crowd to the bar someone slapped her backside and there was a sudden burst of laughter. She didnât show the slightest objection when a bearded fisherman in an oilskin jacket pulled her close, kissed her, then passed her on to the man next to him.
âYou know there are times when I feel like throwing up,â Desforge said. âTo think of a once proud people reduced to that.â
âItâs unfortunate, but primitive races seem to acquire all the vices of our kind of civilisation,â I said, ânever its virtues.â
He nodded. âIâve seen the same thing back home on Sioux Indian reservations. A great people reduced to putting on a circus act for tourists.â
âThereâll be nowhere left soon.â
âI suppose not.â There was an expression of settled gloom on his face. The girl brought the bottle and acouple of glasses and he poured himself a large whisky.
âIâve been thinking of doing a little reindeer hunting. I thought it might be a good opportunity while the Stella is in dry-dock.â
âGot any ideas about where to go?â
âThe barman at the hotel suggested Sandvig. It seems there are still a few of the old Viking settlements on view in that region or whatâs left of them. Sounds as if it would be worth the trip even if the hunting doesnât turn out to be a success.â
âYou could do worse,â I said. âThereâs a man down there Iâd love you to meetâOlaf Rasmussen.â
âRasmussen? Is he anything to do with Gudrid, the chambermaid at the hotel?â
âHer grandfather. Heâs about seventy-five, a real old Viking. Has a farm near Sandvig with eight hundred head of sheep, but he spends most of his time on excavation work on the old settlements on his land.â
âDo you think heâd put me up for a few days?â
âNo question of itâhospitality is his second name. Are you trying to run out on Ilana again by any chance?â
âNo, not this time. Iâll take her with me if sheâll come. How do I get there?â
âThatâs up to you. You could charter Arnie if heâs available or you could even squeeze in with us in the morning if you can be on the slipway at seven. Weâll be calling at Sandvig on the way.â
âIâd forgotten such a time existed,â he said. âStill, itâs a thought.â
Just then I noticed Vogel, Ralph Stratton and Sarah Kelso standing just inside the doorway. Vogel saw me inthe same moment and said something to the others. He was smiling as they came across.
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