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though he’s trying to be discreet. She thinks about the poetry book once more, the words he wrote in it about love.

She lowers her voice, leans closer to Per.

‘Did you know Elita Svart?’

‘A little,’ he says, frowning. ‘Her stepbrother was in my class.’

‘What was he like?’

‘Leo? Pretty quiet. He was bullied for a while in the lower school, but once he filled out in puberty, nobody dared to mess with him.’

‘And the rest of the family?’

Per shrugs. ‘Why do you ask?’

‘Elita and Hubert knew each other, didn’t they?’

Per glances over at Hubert. ‘Maybe. I don’t really remember.’

His tone is suddenly evasive. He’s lying, she’s sure of it. Trying to protect his childhood friend – but why?

Per shuffles uncomfortably; the subject clearly bothers him, and Thea decides to back off. She clinks glasses with him as a diversionary tactic.

‘By the way, how’s it going with the deer? Any more attacks?’

Per pulls a face. ‘We had another last night, unfortunately. That’s the third.’

Thea feels an enormous sense of relief. Last night Emee was fighting for her life in the veterinary hospital. Her dog is innocent.

‘I still think it’s a lynx, but Dad won’t have it. He insists that a lynx wouldn’t attack a big animal like a deer. We’ll see who’s right.’

He nods in the direction of his father, who is deep in conversation with Bertil and Ingrid.

‘Your father and Lasse Svart didn’t get along,’ Thea says, working her way back to Elita’s story.

A bark of laughter. ‘You could say that.’ Per takes a deep breath, as if he’s not too happy to be discussing the Svart family again. ‘Lasse Svart was a terrible person. He was violent towards his women and Leo. Several times he beat them so badly that they had to jump in the car and flee for their lives.’

‘Where did they go? To the police?’

‘No, no – they wouldn’t have dared.’

‘So where did they go?’

Per lowers his voice. ‘To Kerstin Miller. She was teaching Lola English.’

Thea nods, remembering that Kerstin had mentioned it.

‘Lasse wasn’t afraid of anything or anyone, but he did have some respect for Kerstin.’

‘And your father – was he afraid of Lasse?’

Another mirthless laugh.

‘I remember when the count sent us over to give Lasse notice to quit. Dad wasn’t usually nervous, but he had an old-fashioned lead cosh at home, and he slipped it into his pocket when he thought I wasn’t looking.’

‘So how did it go?’

‘It was a bit of an anti-climax in the end. Lasse yelled for a couple of minutes then drove off, so we served the papers to Eva-Britt. Then the count relented after Elita died, and said they could stay. I guess he didn’t want to seem heartless.’

Thea is taken aback; she hasn’t heard anything about this.

‘But then they suddenly disappeared,’ she says. ‘And the count was very quick to board the place up and destroy the track.’

‘Exactly. You seem to know most of the story already – you don’t need me.’ This time the laughter is slightly over the top.

‘But why did the family take off if the count had rescinded the notice to quit? If they were allowed to stay at Svartgården?’

Per shrugs. ‘I’ve no idea. As I said, Lasse Svart was a bastard. Nobody around here was sorry when he left, and nobody asked why. Anyway, it’s time for dancing!’

The big band strikes up and Per immediately offers her his hand. He’s a good dancer – very good, in fact. Occasionally he holds her a little too tightly, and she can feel Hubert’s eyes on her again. Why is he watching her like that? And what did he mean by his comment about Per? Be careful with him. Was Hubert jealous, or was this about something else?

She sees David dancing with Nettan and Sebastian with Bianca. Dr Andersson is dancing with Bertil, Ingrid with Erik Nyberg.

Thea doesn’t really like dancing, being so close to a stranger’s body. After the two dances that politeness requires, she makes her excuses. Per is obviously disappointed, and makes her promise to come back soon.

She goes out into the hallway, steps over the rope with the STAFF ONLY sign and creeps upstairs. She needs some peace and quiet to think.

Arne’s surprising confession definitely fills some of the gaps in the story, but there are still pieces of the puzzle missing. Why did the Svart family disappear? What happened to the animal masks the children were wearing? And the blue suitcase, into which she is convinced Elita had packed her best clothes?

She stops outside the bridal suite in the east wing, which was once Hubert Gordon’s schoolroom. The lonely little boy in the castle. She remembers when they sat in his library drinking coffee; he told her he’d lost someone close. She’d assumed he meant his mother, but what if it was actually Elita?

The strongest love is unrequited love.

A sound from inside the room interrupts her train of thought. A thud, as if something has fallen on the floor.

She knocks on the door. ‘Hello?’

No reply. She pushes down the handle; the door isn’t locked.

Jan-Olof is lying face down on the bed, breathing heavily. His shoes are on the floor; presumably he’s just kicked them off.

Tell everyone what happened, Bertil. Tell them, for fuck’s sake!

She thinks about the words he yelled out during Bertil’s speech, before Arne managed to get him out of the dining room.

After thirty years, Jan-Olof is still tormented by Elita’s death. He’s not the only one. David, Nettan and Sebastian can’t shake off Elita’s ghost either. Arne, who’s kept a Polaroid photograph of her. Bertil, who wanders around in the forest by the stone circle. Erik Nyberg, who is worried about what Bertil might let slip. Not to mention the person who secretly donated money for the grave, and still lays flowers on it. And then there’s Hubert and his poetry book.

Tell everyone what happened, Bertil.

Tell them what? What is it that hasn’t come out? What secrets is Bertil keeping, and whose are they?

She recalls Hubert’s strange behaviour this

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