me first say that the government has absolutely no hand in this matter. We have been caught napping, without a doubt. I've never heard mention of this... what you call the Zalachenko club. The minister here has never heard a word about this matter either. Torsten Edklinth, an official high up in S.I.S. who has worked in Sapo for many years, has never heard of it."
"It's still not my problem."
"I appreciate that. What I'd like to know is when you mean to publish your article, and exactly what it is you intend to publish. And this has nothing to do with damage control."
"Does it not?"
"Herr Blomkvist, the worst possible thing I could do in this situation would be to try to influence the shape or content of your story. Instead, I am going to propose a co-operation."
"Please explain."
"Since we have now had confirmation that a conspiracy exists within an exceptionally sensitive part of the administration, I have ordered an investigation." The P.M. turned to the Minister of Justice. "Please explain what the government has directed."
"It's very simple," said the Minister of Justice. "Torsten Edklinth has been given the task of finding out whether we can confirm this. He is to gather information that can be turned over to the Prosecutor General, who in turn must decide whether charges should be brought. It is a very clear instruction. And this evening Edklinth has been reporting on how the investigation is proceeding. We've had a long discussion about the constitutional implications - obviously we want it to be handled properly."
"Naturally," Blomkvist said in a tone that indicated he had scant trust in the Prime Minister's assurances.
"The investigation has already reached a sensitive stage. We have not yet identified exactly who is involved. That will take time. And that's why we sent Inspector Figuerola to invite you to this meeting."
"It wasn't exactly an invitation."
The Prime Minister frowned and glanced at Figuerola.
"It's not important," Blomkvist said. "Her behaviour was exemplary. Please come to the point."
"We want to know your publication date. This investigation is being conducted in great secrecy. If you publish before Edklinth has completed it, it could be ruined."
"And when would you like me to publish? After the next election, I suppose?"
"You decide that for yourself. It's not something I can influence. Just tell us, so that we know exactly what our deadline is."
"I see. You spoke about co-operation..."
The P.M. said: "Yes, but first let me say that under normal circumstances I would not have dreamed of asking a journalist to come to such a meeting."
"Presumably in normal circumstances you would be doing everything you could to keep journalists away from a meeting like this."
"Quite so. But I've understood that you're driven by several factors. You have a reputation for not pulling your punches when there's corruption involved. In this case there are no differences of opinion to divide us."
"Aren't there?"
"No, not in the least. Or rather... the differences that exist might be of a legal nature, but we share an objective. If this Zalachenko club exists, it is not merely a criminal conspiracy - it is a threat to national security. These activities must be stopped, and those responsible must be held accountable. On that point we would be in agreement, correct?"
Blomkvist nodded.
"I've understood that you know more about this story than anyone else. We suggest that you share your knowledge. If this were a regular police investigation of an ordinary crime, the leader of the preliminary investigation could decide to summon you for an interview. But, as you can appreciate, this is an extreme state of affairs."
Blomkvist weighed the situation for a moment.
"And what do I get in return - if I do co-operate?"
"Nothing. I'm not going to haggle with you. If you want to publish tomorrow morning, then do so. I won't get involved in any horse-trading that might be constitutionally dubious. I'm asking you to cooperate in the interests of the country."
"In this case 'nothing' could be quite a lot," Blomkvist said. "For one thing... I'm very, very angry. I'm furious at the state and the government and Sapo and all these fucking bastards who for no reason at all locked up a twelve-year-old girl in a mental hospital until she could be declared incompetent."
"Lisbeth Salander has become a government matter," the P.M. said, and smiled. "Mikael, I am personally very upset over what happened to her. Please believe me when I say that those responsible will be called to account. But