Chief Inspector Petterson got up and opened the window. He must examine the material in more detail, not just rush through the tape, he admonished himself. He should look through all of the material once more in peace and quiet. He inhaled air in deep breaths, fetched a cup of cappuccino from the coffee machine, sat down in front of his computer and started afresh.
The images that flickered past were not particularly exciting, and Chief Inspector Petterson found it hard to concentrate. When he came to the cameras in the Rembrandt room, he was rather bewildered. In the images, you could see an elderly woman walking up to one of the Rembrandt paintings. She went far too close and waved back and forth with a crooked walking stick. He had an elderly mother and knew that old people could do all sorts of daft things, but this did look a bit too bizarre. Now that he studied the footage again carefully, he discovered yet another odd occurrence. After the old woman had waved her stick, she looked thoroughly around her before cautiously lying down on the floor. When he had first watched the tape it looked as though she had tripped, but now it looked as if she had lain down on the floor deliberately! Surely that couldn’t be the case? Shortly afterwards, she supported herself on her elbows and shuffled closer to the painting. She must have been trying to get up. But then she put her stick next to her so that it looked as if it had landed there when she fell. A few images later, the security guards came running and helped her up. They were the same guards who claimed this woman had seen a bearded youth go past.
Why hadn’t any of the security guards been in the exhibit rooms? There was certainly something suspicious about that. Another point to consider was that none of the surveillance cameras showed a thief carrying any paintings out from the museum. Also, none of the visitors had a rucksack or a bag in which they could hide the paintings. All you could see were the two walkers that an elderly lady and a hunch-backed man leaned on. But the man could later be seen calmly walking out of the museum together with another old-looking woman, and the other little old lady couldn’t possibly be involved in the theft. She had taken her coat off and put it on her walker when she entered the museum and put her coat back on again when she went out. And there was nothing in the walker basket—not even a book or a pair of glasses. No, the theft must have been an insider job! It could only have been carried out by the museum staff or the security guards. Mind you, the old lady with the warped stick seemed a bit mysterious, but on the other hand, she was so thin and weak looking that he doubted she would be able to carry two paintings. The chief inspector leaned back and ran his fingers through his hair. The reason the security guards were not in the exhibit halls must be that they were preparing for the theft. He made a whistling sound and immediately felt most satisfied with himself. Funny that he hadn’t thought of that straight away. It was high time to bring the security guards in to interrogate them.
Thirty-One
Soon after the ship had left Helsinki for the return journey to Stockholm and passed the little island of Sveaborg, Martha felt how the wind caught the hull, but she wasn’t worried. These big modern ferries had stabilizers. None of the others seemed to care, they just carried on helping themselves at the enormous smorgasbord buffet, chatting and laughing.
‘The restaurants here are not bad at all, but the cabins can’t compare with the Princess Lilian suite,’ Martha commented.
‘Soon we will be back at the hotel, thank God,’ said Christina. ‘The standard is much higher there, and there we are on firm ground.’
‘It’s crazy how quickly you get used to things. We booked luxury cabins, after all, but they feel like tiny wardrobes compared to the suite,’ Martha admitted.
‘Well, soon we can put the art coup of the century behind us and plan new deeds,’ said Rake, putting his arm round Christina. ‘Why don’t we stay on at the hotel a little longer? We can pay our way.’
‘But we weren’t going to pay for the hotel,’ Anna-Greta protested. ‘And you haven’t forgotten that we are meant to be going to prison, have you?’
‘No, certainly not, but I don’t think we will determine when that happens; it will be the police,’ Brains pointed out.
‘We’ll see if the museum has involved them, but I don’t think they dare. Remember that P.S. we put at the end of the ransom note? If you contact the police, we shall destroy the paintings,’ said Martha. ‘Granted, we’re not going to do it, but that is what we wrote.’
‘Regardless, we must be careful,’ Anna-Greta reminded them. ‘The money is ours now. But we must think of future plans, Martha. Where are we going to put all this money? It won’t fit in a bank deposit box.’
An embarrassing silence followed because nobody had thought about that. That was one of the drawbacks of planning in several stages. Now they had missed something again.
‘This is not a problem as long as we have mattresses,’ she said to distract them.
‘Mattresses? That won’t work,’ the others protested, and a lively discussion immediately got under way about where the money should be stashed. The five of them couldn’t agree. As time wore on, the waves got higher and became more noticeable, so they withdrew to their respective cabins. The League of Pensioners would have to be in good shape the following morning when they fetched the shopping trolleys. Just before Martha fell asleep, she went through all the details in her head to ensure that they hadn’t forgotten anything. She thought about the second letter they had posted the day after the first one:
The two Urbanista shopping trolleys are to be filled with 10 million kronor and placed on the Silja Serenade car deck in the partition for rain clothes right next to the car ramp. Don’t try any tricks. No police. Just do as we say and nothing will happen to the paintings.
Martha remembered how pleased she had been with the twist at the end, but the others had been uncertain.
‘It sounds threatening,’ Christina had said.
‘Pah, it will do nicely. You mustn’t be too soft,’ Anna-Greta stated.
‘Can’t we just remove the last two sentences and sign it “Bandidos?”’ wondered Brains. ‘That sort of says it all.’
They had discussed the wording for a long time before finally agreeing on a compromise. They took away Bandidos—even though all of them admitted it was an interesting suggestion. But the ominous sentence at the end had been kept. Now that she thought about the wording again, Martha didn’t like it. It sounded so irresponsible. But she had gone to the mailbox and posted the letter, so it was done now.
The ship rolled and a large wave hit the bow. Now it wasn’t just Martha’s thoughts that kept her awake but the rough sea too. She went through the letter in her head again and wondered if the museum had managed to get hold of ten million kronor in such a short time. Perhaps they had simply put make-believe money in the shopping trolleys—museums didn’t usually even manage to get funds for lockable cupboards and decent equipment for the toilets when they asked for it. She pulled the covers up over her chin and decided to stop worrying. Renoir and Monet were priceless. Ten million ought to count as small change.
During the night the wind blew even stronger and by the early hours there was a moderate gale. When they could sail near the islands they were comparatively sheltered from the weather and the wind, but between Åland and Stockholm the ship rolled alarmingly. Soon they were in a full storm. The five of them lay in their cabins and held on tight, and twice during the night Martha came close to vomiting. She sincerely hoped that the others weren’t feeling quite as miserable. Luckily, when the ship reached the shelter of the outer islands of the Stockholm archipelago, the sea was much calmer, and when the wake-up call came on the loudspeaker Martha had, against all odds, managed to get dressed and make her way up to the cafeteria. The others, too, looked somewhat worse for wear and none of them had more than a cup of tea and some toast for breakfast. An hour later, the five of them were already standing by the elevator when the captain came on the loudspeaker again and asked all drivers to go down to their cars. They quickly pushed the button to g
o down to the car deck.
At first, none of them really noticed anything different; everything just seemed a bit messier than usual. However, when they came close to the ramp, Martha saw that things were not as they should be. Instead of four shopping trolleys, there was now only one! She looked around but couldn’t see any of the others. She felt a knot in her chest and was finding it hard to breathe.
‘Brains, have you seen this?’ she whispered, so upset that she forgot to put up her umbrella. Brains still retained his cool; he opened his umbrella and Martha’s too, and moved forward with caution. He stopped and had a good look all around.
‘If we start searching for the other shopping trolleys it will look suspicious. One filled shopping trolley will give us about five million. I think we should be satisfied with that.’
‘You’re right. In crime novels, the thieves always get caught when they try to get that last bit of loot. If we just take the trolley and leave the ship as if nothing has happened, the guards will think we are the innocent pensioners that we are pretending to be.’
‘The only thing is that they might claim the missing millions back the day we get caught,’ said Brains.
‘Pah, we shall simply let Anna-Greta sort that out later.’
They smiled at each other, and when they reached the shopping trolley Brains quickly looked for the tiny hole he had drilled for the reflector arm to stick out. He couldn’t see one. Therefore this must be the museum’s shopping trolley. They took it without looking around, raised and lowered their umbrellas twice as a signal to the others, and then slowly walked down the car ramp. Despite what had happened, Martha was not worried about going through customs. The customs officials checked anybody from a neighbouring country and they certainly wouldn’t care about five poor pensioners. But when the five of them got close to the control point, two customs officials suddenly stepped forward and stopped them.
‘We haven’t got any spirits,’ Rake quickly informed them.
‘No drugs either,’ said Christina and sneezed. She had caught a cold again.
‘So what have you got in your shopping trolley, then?’ one of the customs officials asked, giving Brains a sign that he should open it.
‘It is full of banknotes. It’s the ransom money we got for the painting robbery at the National Museum,’ said Martha, smiling courteously. She was certain that if she told the truth, not a soul would believe her.
‘No, it’s the money I won at roulette,’ Anna-Greta interjected. ‘Now I’m going to put it in the bank.’
Martha shot an irritated glance at her. You should never say too much; that would only make the customs men interested. And so it did.
‘Gambling? Oh, right. Can you please be so kind as to open it?’ said the customs man as he started to pull at the zipper.
Then Christina fainted. This wasn’t anything they had planned, but when Christina had been seasick she had thrown up all the pills that raised her blood pressure, and now she was felled by the fact that her blood pressure was so low. Martha rushed forward and lifted up her legs as she usually did while the others tried to shake her back to consciousness.
‘Please, can you give me a candy?’ Martha asked the customs official, and when he wasn’t quick enough Anna-Greta poked him in the tummy with her stick.
‘You will help the poor woman right now! Otherwise she could die!’ she roared with her razor-sharp voice, and the customs officials obeyed her immediately. While the men were trying to revive Christina, a long queue of passengers formed behind them—and it just grew and grew. Finally, when Christina—pale and confused—managed to get back onto her feet, the customs officials’ patience was exhausted.
‘Be on your way!’ they ordered her, and the League of Pensioners moved along as quickly as they could. After this, the officials didn’t wave any more passengers in for control. They returned to their office for a cup of coffee to get their strength back. So it came about that on this particular day more goods were smuggled into Stockholm than during the rest of the week.
Thirty-Two
When all the passengers had left the ship, crewman Janson and his comrade Allanson went over the car deck with a hose to clean it before the ferry departed again in the evening. The two of them had worked for the Silja shipping line for ten years and were used to the job, but that didn’t make it any more fun. After the rough crossing from Finland the previous night, there was quite a mess on the car deck and more than usual to sort out. Janson went towards the starboard side and sighed at the sight of all the debris and rubbish that lay everywhere. He started the boring job of picking up old packages, glass and other junk. A wooden crate on the port side had got loose, the lid had broken off and nails and tools lay spread out across the deck ahead of him. Life vests, rain clothes and a sack of bumpers had also been thrown about. He directed the hose at the rain clothes and sent them across to a corner, where there was already a pile of other stuff. Right next to that lay a roof box from a car. It was amazing that the driver hadn’t noticed that it was gone! On these trips between Finland and Sweden, lots of passengers got confused, and after storms it was always worse. Next to the roof box there were several life vests, shopping trolleys and some broken bottles of liquor. The black shopping trolleys were damp after having been thrown around on the deck but were otherwise undamaged. He tried to open one of them but discovered it had a little padlock. He tried the other one, but that too was locked. Then he pulled his knife out to cut open the cloth but was stopped by his comrade.
‘Have a look at this. Several crates of Finnish vodka. Can’t believe someone has left these.’
‘The owner will be stone drunk, of course.’
‘What about this, then? Urbanista shopping trolleys and a roof box.’
‘I suppose it should go to Lost Property as usual.’
The men finished the cleaning, hitched the trailer to their car and loaded everything onto it. Janson had already turned the ignition key when he stopped.
‘You know what? If there was Finnish vodka in those wooden crates, perhaps there is something exciting in the roof box and the shopping trolleys,’ he said.
‘OK then, we’ll take them to the shed,’ Allanson replied.
Janson started the car again and they drove off down the ramp. They always used an open trailer so that nobody would suspect anything untoward, and they waved to the customs officials as they drove past. It worked. Nobody had ever stopped them so far. Today they were in a hurry. They didn’t have much time before new passengers would start to come on board.
Nurse Barbara sat with her hands by her sides and stared at Katia with her mouth open. What was the girl saying? Five of the guests had gone AWOL from the retirement home? And this had taken place just when she had taken a week off work? It couldn’t be true! What would Ingmar say? Barbara was so shocked that her tongue seemed to get tangled inside her mouth and she could only manage a bleating noise. If somebody hadn’t rung the bell in one of the rooms that very minute, she probably would have grasped the girl by the neck and given her a good shaking. Nurse Barbara swore out loud. If only she had been there herself, this would never have happened. Could one never hand over responsibility to somebody else? And what if the pensioners had sneaked out anyway? Well, she would certainly have ensured that those singing corpses came back long ago. Yes, Nurse Barbara was in a really rotten mood. Ingmar hadn’t proposed to her yet, and if he found out what had happened at Diamond House he would be absolutely furious. Then she could stop hoping. But no, she mustn’t give up. If she had got this far, she wasn’t going to give up until he had involved her in his business projects. She didn’t want to continue as a low-paid nurse, she wanted to be rich and to be able to afford a decent life! She took a deep breath, let her shoulders sink and took a grip of herself. She would solve this.
‘The police are thinking of registering them as missing, and then as soon as they use their bank cards or travel in or out of the country, we will be alerted,’ Katia attempted to console her.
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‘My dear, don’t you worry. This is the sort of thing that can happen now and then. It will sort itself out,’ said Nurse Barbara. But inside she felt really queasy. She must find the missing choir singers at once before anybody squealed to the management. But where on earth should she look? She put her head in her hands and started sobbing.
Thirty-Three
When the five old friends returned to the Grand Hotel, the staff asked them in a friendly tone how long they intended to stay. The girl in reception looked at the items that had been charged to the rooms. Champagne and anniversary specials alternated with luxury meals, chocolate and innumerable purchases in the hotel shop.
‘The rest of the week,’ Martha answered politely. ‘Or are you expecting somebody? Perhaps you would like to replace us with the president of the United States?’
But then Anna-Greta burst out in such an enormous neigh that the receptionist quickly flashed her widest smile and wished them a nice day. Once they were back up in the suite, they immediately opened the shopping trolley, gasped at the sight of the banknotes and oohed and aahed a long while. They merrily thumbed through all the five-hundred-kronor notes, and that was such a pleasant occupation that a long, long time passed before they tired of it. In the end, they shut the trolley, put it into the wardrobe and took out the champagne. Martha looked at the others and saw what joy they radiated. Their adventure had brought them closer together, and they had had lots of fun. At the retirement home they drank coffee, the occasional visiting artiste would sing for them, and now and then there was a religious service. But they were passive occupations; the secret was to do something yourself, and you didn’t necessarily have to become a thief for that. She felt at least ten years younger since they had left Diamond House. Nevertheless, they had worked hard almost every day. Two robberies in a single week was probably more than most professional robbery leagues could manage. Then, after only a few days of rest, there had been the exciting journey to Helsinki. Even Anna-Greta had blossomed.
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