He took the matter coolly. His acquaintance with Bulldozer Olsson was superficial, but on the other hand he knew him by reputation. And that was reason enough to give up the fight before it even began. The scene was simple. A cold room with a desk, two chairs, and a filing cabinet - not even a carpet on the floor. Jacobsson sat quite quietly at his desk. Bulldozer rushed to and fro, head down, hands clasped behind his back. 'Just one important technicality,' he said. 'Is Mauritzon under arrest?' 'No. Not yet' 'Perfect,' said Bulldozer. 'Splendid. Then we hardly need discuss the matter.' 'Maybe not' 'If you like we could contact the National Commissioner... the Commissioner and the Chief Superintendent, too?' Jacobsson shook his head. He knew all about the potentates in question. 'Then the matter's clear?' said Bulldozer. Jacobsson didn't reply. 'You did well to nab him. You know who he is and can keep an eye on him. For the future.' ‘Yes. I'll have a word with him.' 'Splendid.' Jacobsson went up to Mauritzon, looked at him for a moment, then said: 'Well, Mauritzon, I've thought the matter over.
