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Updated: June 16, 2025
Fruen had given her orders about a letter that was to be fetched from Lars Falkenberg's, and when it arrived, she was to wait till the light went out in Fruen's room, and then bring it up. "Very good," said Ragnhild. "But not till I put out the light, you understand," said Fruen again. And Ragnhild had set herself to wait for the letter.
Well, now, I dare say you're right." Just then came Fruen's voice from outside she had come right over to the stable door. "Aren't you ready yet? How much longer am I to sit waiting?" "Ready this minute," answered Grindhusen, and turned to again, busier than ever. "It was only these girths." Fruen went back to the carriage.
I thought and reckoned it out; for Fruen's sake I would not write directly to the Captain, and risk causing her unpleasantness as well; no, I would send a line to my comrade, Lars Falkenberg, to keep an eye on the machine. That night I had another visit from the corpse that miserable old woman in her night-shift, that would not leave me in peace on account of her thumbnail.
It looked as if she had taken up her post here on guard, or had been set there by some one to watch; however, it was no business of mine. And when she whispered: "Don't say a word; go down again quietly!" I obeyed, and went to my room. My window was open. I could hear the couple down among the bushes: they were drinking wine. And there was still light upstairs in Fruen's room.
But Fruen's windows looked out to the shrubbery, where the Captain was sitting with Elisabet from the vicarage. No place for Ragnhild there. Better to wait upstairs in the passage, and just take a look at the keyhole now and again, to see if the light was out. This sounded a little more reasonable. "But only think of it," said Ragnhild suddenly, shaking her head in admiration.
Fruen's manner was different. She took the letter from him and began studying it herself. Her hand shook a little. "Well, now about the money," said the engineer. "Here you are; that's what I make it. I hope you're satisfied all right?" "Yes, thank you," said I. He seemed relieved to find that Captain Falkenberg's letter was only about myself and made no mention of anyone else.
But she could, perhaps, have got up again and walked on almost as well as ever just a little bleeding.... Oh, they were so quick with their telegrams, these police folk! "No, no!" said Ragnhild. "You know well enough that when the Chief of Police sends a telegram it's pretty sure to mean Fruen's been found dead somewhere! Oh, I can't I can't can't bear it!" Miserable days!
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