two heart-shaped waffles in his mouth. But she was awakened eventually – by her husband, of course?"
"It's possible that he shouted or screamed for her. People react very differently in those kinds of situations. Some can't stop screaming, while others are completely paralysed."
"But she didn't come with the ambulance?"
"She arrived later. First she went to get the older brother from school."
"How much later did they arrive?"
"Let's see ... about half an hour, according to what it says here."
"Can you tell me a little about how the father acted?"
Now the doctor fell silent, closing his eyes as if he were conjuring up that morning, exactly the way it was.
"He was in shock. He didn't say much."
"That's understandable. But the little he did say – can you remember what it was? Can you remember any specific words?"
The doctor gave him an inquisitive look and shook his head. "It was a long time ago. Almost eight months."
"Give it a try."
"I think it was something like: 'Oh God, no! Oh God, no!'"
"Was it the father who called the ambulance?"
"Yes, that's what it says here."
"Does it really take 20 minutes from here to Lundeby?"
"Yes, unfortunately, it does. And 20 minutes back. They didn't have personnel with them who could perform a tracheotomy. If they had, he might have been saved."
"What are you talking about now?"
"About going in between two cartilages and opening up the windpipe from the outside."
"You mean cutting open his throat?"
"Yes. It's actually quite simple. And it might have saved his life, although we don't know how long he sat in that chair before his father found him."
"About as long as it takes to shave?"
"Well, yes, I suppose so." The doctor leafed through the papers and shoved his glasses up. "Do you suspect something ... criminal?"
He had been holding back this question for a long time. Now he felt that he finally had the right to ask it.
"I can't imagine what that might be. What do you mean?"
"How could I have any opinion about that?"
"But you opened up the boy afterwards and examined him. Did you find anything unnatural about his death?"
"Unnatural? That's the way children are. They stuff things in their mouth."
"But if he had a plate full of waffles in front of him and was sitting there alone and didn't need to worry that anyone was going to come and take them away from him – why would he stuff two pieces in his mouth at once?"
"Tell me something: where are you going with these questions?"
"I have no idea."
The doctor sat there, lost in thought; he was thinking back again, to the morning when little Eskil lay naked on the porcelain table, sliced open from his throat down. To the moment when he caught sight of the lump in his windpipe and realised that it was two waffles. Two whole hearts. One big sticky lump of egg and flour and butter and milk.
"I remember the autopsy," he said. "I remember it in great detail. Maybe by that I mean that I was actually surprised. No, I can't really say that. But," he added suddenly, "how did you come up with the idea that there might be something irregular about his death?"
Irregular. A vague word that could cover so many different possibilities.
"Well," said Sejer, looking closely at the doctor, "he had a baby-sitter. Let me put it this way: some of the signals she sent out in connection with the death have made me wonder."
"Signals? You can just ask her, can't you?"
"No, I can't ask her." Sejer shook his head. "It's too late."
Dessert waffles for breakfast, he thought. They must have been left over from the day before. It was unlikely that Johnas had got up and bustled around so early in the morning. Dessert waffles from the day before, tough and cold. He buttoned his jacket and got into his car. No one would wonder about it. Children were always putting things down their throats. As the pathologist had said: they stuff things in. He started the car, crossed Rosenkrantzgaten, and drove down to the river, where he turned left. He wasn't hungry, but he drove to the courthouse, parked, and took the lift up to the cafeteria, where they sold waffles. He bought a plate of them, with some jam and coffee and sat down by the window. Carefully he tore loose two of the hearts. They were freshly made and crisp. He folded them in half and then again in half and sat there staring at them. With a