retendednotto.
“Howareyoudoing?”Blomkvistsaid.
“Oh,I’mfine.”Salanderlookedathim,perplexed.OK,then.Heexpectsmetobeupset.“WhenIfindthemotherfuckerwhotorturedaninnocentcattodeathjusttosendusawarning,I’mgoingtoclobberhimwithabaseballbat.”
“Youthinkit’sawarning?”
“Haveyougotabetterexplanation?Itdefinitelymeanssomething.”
“Whateverthetruthisinthisstory,we’veworriedsomebodyenoughforthatpersontodosomethingreallysick.Butthere’sanotherproblemtoo.”
“Iknow.Thisisananimalsacrificeinthestyleof1954and1960anditdoesn’tseemcrediblethatsomeoneactivefiftyyearsagowouldbeputtingtorturedanimalcorpsesonyourdoorsteptoday.”
Blomkvistagreed.
“TheonlyoneswhocouldbesuspectedinthatcaseareHaraldVangerandIsabellaVanger.ThereareanumberofolderrelativesonJohanVanger’sside,butnoneofthemliveinthearea.”
Blomkvistsighed.
“Isabellaisarepulsivebitchwhocouldcertainlykillacat,butIdoubtshewasrunningaroundkillingwomeninthefifties.HaraldVanger…Idon’tknow,heseemssodecrepithecanhardlywalk,andIcan’tseehimsneakingoverherelastnight,catchingacat,anddoingallthis.”
“Unlessitwastwopeople.Oneolder,oneyounger.”
BlomkvistheardacargobyandlookedupandsawCeciliadrivingawayoverthebridge.HaraldandCecilia,hethought,buttheyhardlyspoke.DespiteMartinVanger’spromisetotalktoher,Ceciliahadstillnotansweredanyofhistelephonemessages.
“Itmustbesomebodywhoknowswe’redoingthisworkandthatwe’remakingprogress,”Salandersaid,gettinguptogoinside.Whenshecamebackoutshehadputonherleathers.
“I’mgoingtoStockholm.I’llbebacktonight.”
“Whatareyougoingtodo?”
“Pickupsomegadgets.Ifsomeoneiscrazyenoughtokillacatinthatdisgustingway,heorshecouldattackusnexttime.Orsetthecottageonfirewhilewe’reasleep.IwantyoutogointoHedestadandbuytwofireextinguishersandtwosmokealarmstoday.Oneofthefireextinguishershastobehalon.”
Withoutanotherword,sheputonherhelmet,kick-startedthemotorcycle,androaredoffacrossthebridge.
Blomkvisthidthecorpseandtheheadandgutsi