The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo Trilogy Bundle by Stieg Larsson Page A

gang. I’ve followed your career and read many of your articles over the years. As a matter of fact, I read
Millennium
quite often.”
    â€œOK, I’m with you, but what is it exactly that you want me to do?”
    Vanger looked down at his hands, then sipped his coffee, as if he needed a pause before he could at last begin to broach what he wanted.
    â€œBefore I get started, Mikael, I’d like to make an agreement with you. I want you to do two things for me. One is a pretext and the other is my real objective.”
    â€œWhat form of agreement?”
    â€œI’m going to tell you a story in two parts. The first is about the Vanger family. That’s the pretext. It’s a long, dark story, and I’ll try to stick to the unvarnished truth. The second part of the story deals with my actual objective. You’ll probably think some of the story is … crazy. What I want is for you to hear me out—about what I want you to do and also what I am offering—before you make up your mind whether to take on the job or not.”
    Blomkvist sighed. Obviously Vanger was not going to let him go in time to catch the afternoon train. He was sure that if he called Frode to ask for a lift to the station, the car would somehow refuse to start in the cold.
    The old man must have thought long and hard how he was going to hook him. Blomkvist had the feeling that every last thing that had happened since he arrived was staged: the introductory surprise that as a child he had met his host, the picture of his parents in the album, and the emphasis on the fact that his father and Vanger had been friends, along with the flattery that the old man knew who Mikael Blomkvist was and that he had been following his career for years from a distance … . No doubt it had a core of truth, but it was also pretty elementary psychology. Vanger was a practised manipulator—how else had he become one of Sweden’s leading industrialists?
    Blomkvist decided that Vanger wanted him to do something that he was not going to have the slightest desire to do. He had only to wrest from him what this was and then say no thank you. And just possibly be in time to catch the afternoon train.
    â€œForgive me, Herr Vanger,” he said, “I’ve been here already for twenty minutes. I’ll give you exactly thirty minutes more to tell me what you want. Then I’m calling a taxi and going home.”
    For a moment the mask of the good-natured patriarch slipped, and Blomkvist could detect the ruthless captain of industry from his days of power confronted by a setback. His mouth curled in a grim smile.
    â€œI understand.”
    â€œYou don’t have to beat around the bush with me. Tell me what you want me to do, so that I can decide whether I want to do it or not.”
    â€œSo if I can’t convince you in half an hour then I wouldn’t be able to do it in a month either—that’s what you think.”
    â€œSomething along that line.”
    â€œBut my story is long and complicated.”
    â€œShorten and simplify it. That’s what we do in journalism. Twenty-nine minutes.”
    Vanger held up a hand. “Enough. I get your point. But it’s never good psychology to exaggerate. I need somebody who can do research and think critically, but who also has integrity. I think you have it, and that’s not flattery. A good journalist ought to possess these qualities, and I read your book
The Knights Templar
with great interest. It’s true that I picked you because I knew your father and because I know who you are. If I understood the matter correctly, you left your magazine as a result of the Wennerström affair. Which means that you have no job at the moment, and probably you’re in a tight financial spot.”
    â€œSo you might be able to exploit my predicament, is that it?”
    â€œPerhaps. But Mikael—if I may call you Mikael?—I won’t lie to