The Man on the Balcony. Maj Sjowall
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Название: The Man on the Balcony

Автор: Maj Sjowall

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Полицейские детективы

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isbn: 9780007323531

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      W: And he said that if anything had happened, an accident or something, they'd have known about it by that time.

      G: What time did you get home again?

      W: It was after twelve by then. I sat up waiting … all night. I waited for someone to ring. The police. They had my telephone number, you see, but no one called. I called them up once more anyway. But the man who answered said he had my number written down and that he'd call up at once if … (Pause)

      W: But no one called. No one at all. Not in the morning either. And then a plainclothes policeman came and … and said … said that …

      G: I don't think we need go on with this.

      W: Oh, I see. No.

      MB: Your daughter has been accosted by so-called molesters once or twice before, hasn't she?

      W: Yes, last autumn. Twice. She thought she knew who it was. Someone who lived in the same block as Eivor, that's the friend who has no telephone.

      MB: The one who lives in Hagagatan?

      W: Yes. I reported it to the police. We were up here, in this building, and they got Eva to tell a lady all about it. They gave her a whole lot of pictures to look at too, in a big album.

      G: There's a record of all that. We got the material out of the files.

      MB: I know. But what I was going to ask is whether Eva was molested by this man later. After you reported him to the police?

      W: No … not as far as I know. She didn't say anything … and she always tells me …

      G: Well, that's about all, Mrs Carlsson.

      W: Oh. I see.

      MB: Forgive my asking, but where are you going now?

      W: I don't know. Not home to …

      G: I'll come down with you and we can talk about it. We'll think of something.

      W: Thank you. You're very kind.

      Kollberg switched off the tape recorder, stared gloomily at Martin Beck and said:

      ‘That bastard who molested her last autumn…’

      ‘Yes?’

      ‘It's the same one Rönn's busy with downstairs. We went and fetched him straight off at midday yesterday.’

      ‘And?’

      ‘So far it's merely a triumph for computer technique. He only grins and says it wasn't him.’

      ‘Which proves?’

      ‘Nothing, of course. He has no alibi either. Says he was at home asleep in his one-room flat at Hagagatan. Can't quite remember, he says.’

      ‘Can't remember?’

      ‘He's a complete alcoholic,’ Kollberg said. ‘At any rate we know that he sat drinking at the Röda Berget restaurant until he was chucked out at about six o'clock. It doesn't look too good for him.’

      ‘What did he do last time?’

      ‘Exposed himself. He's an ordinary exhibitionist, as far as I can make out. I have the tape of the interview with the girl here. Yet another triumph for technology.’

      The door opened and Rönn came in.

      ‘Well?’ Kollberg asked.

      ‘Nothing so far. We'll have to let him come round a bit. Seems done in.’

      ‘So do you,’ Kollberg said.

      He was right; Rönn looked unnaturally pale and his eyes were swollen and red-rimmed.

      ‘What do you think?’ Martin Beck asked.

      ‘I don't know what to think,’ Rönn replied. ‘I think I'm sickening for something.’

      ‘You can do that later,’ Kollberg said. ‘Not now. Let's listen to this tape.’

      Martin Beck nodded. The spool of the recorder started turning again. A pleasant female voice said:

      ‘Questioning of schoolgirl Eva Carlsson born fifth of February 1959. Examining officer Detective Inspector Sonja Hansson.’

      Both Martin Beck and Kollberg frowned and missed the next few sentences. They recognized the name and voice all too well. Sonja Hansson was a girl whose death they had very nearly brought about two and a half years earlier when they used her as decoy in a police trap.

      ‘A miracle she stayed on in the force,’ Kollberg said.

      ‘Yes,’ Martin Beck agreed.

      ‘Quiet, I can't hear,’ Rönn said.

      He had not been mixed up in it that time.

      ‘ … so then this man came up to you?’

      ‘Yes. Eivor and I were standing at the bus stop.’

      ‘What did he do?’

      ‘He smelled nasty and he had a funny walk, and he said … it was so funny what he said.’

      ‘Can you remember what it was?’

      ‘Yes, he said, “Hello, little girlies, will you jerk me off if I give you five kronor?”’

      ‘Do you know what he meant by that, Eva?’

      ‘No, it was so funny. I know what jerk is, because sometimes the girl sitting next to me at school jerks my elbow. But why did the man want us to jerk his elbow? He wasn't sitting down and writing or anything, and anyway…’

      ‘What did you do then? After he had said that?’

      ‘He said it several times. Then he walked off and we crept after him.’

      ‘Crept after him?’

      ‘Yes, shadowed him. Like on the movies or TV.’

      ‘Did you dare to?’

      ‘Humph, there was no harm in it.’

      ‘Oh yes, Eva, you should watch out for men like that.’

      ‘Humph, he wasn't dangerous.’

      ‘Did you see which way he went?’

      ‘Yes, he went into the flats where Eivor lives and two floors above hers he took out a key and went inside.’

      ‘Did you both go home then?’

      ‘Oh no. We crept up and looked at the door. It had his name on it, see.’

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