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Palmgren cleared his throat.
"Yes?" Iversen said.
"As a representative for the defence, I can only share your feelings. Sometimes one must step back and allow common sense to guide the formal procedures. I'd like to state that you, in your capacity as judge, have seen only the first stage of a scandal that is going to rock the whole establishment. Today twelve police officers from within Sapo have been arrested. They will be charged with murder and a list of crimes so long that it will take quite some time to draw up the report."
"I presume that I must decide on a suspension of this trial."
"If you'll excuse me for saying so, I think that would be an unfortunate decision."
"I'm listening."
"Lisbeth Salander is innocent. Her 'fantastical' autobiography, as Dr. Teleborian so contemptuously dismissed it, is in fact true. And it can all be proven. She has suffered an outrageous violation of her rights. As a court we could now stick with formal procedure and continue with the trial until finally we arrive at an acquittal, but there is an obvious alternative: to let a new investigation take over everything concerning Lisbeth Salander. An investigation is already under way to sort out an integral part of this mess."
"I see what you mean."
"As the judge of this case you have a choice. The wise thing to do would be to reject the prosecutor's entire preliminary investigation and request that he do his homework."
Judge Iversen looked long and hard at Ekstrom.
"The just thing to do would be to acquit my client at once. She also deserves an apology, but the redress will take time and will depend upon the rest of the investigation."
"I understand the points you're making, Advokat Palmgren. But before I can declare your client innocent I will have to have the whole story clear in my mind. That will probably take a while. . . ."
He hesitated and looked at Giannini.
"If I decide that the court will adjourn until Monday and accommodate your wishes insofar as I see no reason to keep your client in custody any longer--which would mean that you could expect that, no matter what else happens, she will not be given a prison sentence--can you guarantee that she will appear for continued proceedings when summoned?"
"Of course," Palmgren said quickly.
"No," Salander said in a sharp voice.
Everyone's eyes turned to the person who was at the heart of the entire drama.
"What do you mean by that?" Judge Iversen said.
"The moment you release me I'm going to leave the country. I do not intend to spend one more minute of my time on this trial."
"You would refuse to appear?"
"That is correct. If you want me to answer more questions, then you'll have to keep me in prison. The moment you release me, this story is settled as far as I'm concerned. And that does not include being available for an indefinite time to you, to Ekstrom, or to any police officers."
Judge Iversen sighed. Palmgren looked bewildered.
"I agree with my client," Giannini said. "It is the government and the authorities who have committed crimes against Lisbeth Salander, not the other way around. At the very least she deserves to be able to walk out that door with an acquittal and the chance to put this whole story behind her."
No compromises.
Judge Iversen glanced at his watch.
"It is 3:00. That means that you're going to force me to keep your client in custody."
"If that's your decision, then we accept it. As Froken Salander's representative I request that she be acquitted of the charges brought by Prosecutor Ekstrom. I request that you release my client without restrictions, and without delay. And I request that the previous declaration of incompetence be rescinded and that her civil rights be immediately restored."
"The matter of the declaration of incompetence is a significantly longer process. I would have to get statements from psychiatric experts after she has been examined. I cannot simply make a snap decision about that."
"We do not accept that," Giannini said.
"Why not?"
"Lisbeth Salander must have the same civil rights as any other citizen of Sweden. She has been the victim of a crime. She was falsely declared incompetent. We have heard evidence of that falsification. The decision to place her under guardianship therefore lacks a legal basis and must be unconditionally rescinded. There is no reason whatsoever for my client to submit to a psychiatric examination. No-one else has to prove that they are not mentally ill if they are the victim of a crime."
Judge Iversen considered the matter for a moment. "Advokat Giannini, I realize that this is an exceptional situation. I'm calling a recess of fifteen minutes so that we can stretch our legs and gather our thoughts. I have no wish that your client be kept in custody tonight if she is innocent, but that means that this trial will have to continue today until we are done."
"That sounds good to me," said Giannini.
Blomkvist hugged his sister. "How did it go?"
"Mikael, I was brilliant against Teleborian. I annihilated him."
"I told you you'd be unbeatable. When it comes down to it, this story is not primarily about spies and secret government agencies; it's about violence against women, and the men who enable it. From what little I heard and saw, you were phenomenal. She's going to be acquitted."
"You're right. There's no longer any doubt."
Judge Iversen banged his gavel.
"Could you please sum up the facts from beginning to end, so that I can get a clear picture of what actually happened?"
"Let's begin," Giannini said, "with the astounding story of a group within the Security Police who call themselves 'the Section,' and who got ahold of a Soviet defector in the mid-seventies. The story was published today in Millennium magazine. I imagine it will be the lead story on all the news broadcasts this evening. . . ."
At 6:00 that evening Judge Iversen decided to release Salander and to revoke her declaration of incompetence.
But the decision was made on one condition: Judge Iversen demanded that Salander submit to an interview in which she would formally testify to her knowledge of the Zalachenko affair. At first she refused. This refusal brought about a moment's wrangling until Judge Iversen raised his voice. He leaned forward and fixed his gaze on Salander.
"Froken Salander, if I rescind your declaration of incompetence, that will mean that you have exactly the same rights as all other citizens. It also means that you have the same obligations. It is therefore your duty to manage your finances, pay taxes, obey the law, and assist the police in investigations of serious crimes. So I am summoning you to be questioned like any other citizen who has information that might be vital to an investigation."
The force of this logic seemed to sink in. She pouted and looked angry, but she stopped arguing.
"When the police have interviewed you, the leader of the preliminary investigation--in this case the prosecutor general--will decide whether you will be summoned as a witness in any future legal proceedings. Like any other Swedish citizen, you can refuse to obey such a summons. How you act is none of my concern, but you do not have carte blanche. If you refuse to appear, then like any other adult you may be charged with obstruction of justice or perjury. There are no exceptions."
Salander's expression darkened even more.
"So, what is your decision?" Judge Iversen said.
After thinking it over for a minute, Salander gave a curt nod.
OK. A little compromise.
During her summary of the Zalachenko affair that evening, Giannini launched a savage attack on Prosecutor Ekstrom. Eventually Ekstrom admitted that the course of events had proceeded more or less as Giannini had described. He had been helped during the preliminary investigation by Superintendent Nystrom, and he had received his information from Dr. Teleborian. In Ekstrom's case there was no conspiracy. He had gone along with the Section in good faith in his capacity as leader of the preliminary investigation. When the whole extent of the conspiracy finally dawned on him, h
e decided to withdraw all charges against Salander, and that decision meant that a raft of bureaucratic formalities could be set aside. Judge Iversen looked relieved.
Palmgren was exhausted after his day in court, the first in many years. He needed to go back to the Ersta rehabilitation home and go to bed. He was driven there by a uniformed guard from Milton Security. As he was leaving, he put a hand on Salander's shoulder. They looked at each other, saying nothing. After a moment she nodded.
Giannini called Blomkvist at 7:00 to tell him that Salander had been acquitted of all charges, but that she was going to have to stay at police headquarters for what might be another couple of hours for her interview.
The news came as the entire staff of Millennium was gathered at the office. The phones had been ringing incessantly since the first copies of the magazine had been distributed by messenger at lunchtime to other newsrooms across the city. In the early evening, TV4 had broadcast its first special programme on Zalachenko and the Section. The media was having a field day.
Blomkvist walked into the main office, stuck his fingers in his mouth, and gave a loud whistle.
"Great news. Salander has been acquitted on all counts."
Spontaneous applause broke out. Then everyone went back to talking on their phones as if nothing had happened.
Blomkvist looked up at the television that had been turned on in the editorial office. The news on TV4 was just starting. The trailer was a brief clip of the film showing Sandberg planting cocaine in his apartment on Bellmansgatan.
"Here we can clearly see a Sapo officer planting what we later learn is cocaine at the apartment of Mikael Blomkvist, journalist at Millennium magazine."
Then the anchorman came on the screen.
"Twelve officers of the Security Police were today arrested on a range of criminal charges, including murder. Welcome to this extended news broadcast."
Blomkvist turned off the sound when She came on and he saw himself sitting in a studio armchair. He already knew what he had said. He looked over at the desk where Svensson had sat. All his research documents on the sex-trafficking industry were gone, and the desk was once more home to stacks of newspapers and piles of unsorted paper that nobody had time to deal with.
For Blomkvist, it was at that desk that the Zalachenko affair had begun. He wished that Svensson had been able to see the conclusion of it. A pile of copies of his just-published book was on the table next to Blomkvist's own about the Section.
You would have loved this moment, Dag.
He heard the phone in his office ringing, but he could not face picking it up. He pulled the door shut and went into Berger's office and sank into a comfortable chair by the window. Berger was on the phone. He looked around. She had been back a month but had not yet had a chance to put up the paintings and photographs she had taken away when she left in April. The bookshelves were still bare.
"How does it feel?" she said when she hung up.
"I think I'm happy," he said.
She laughed. "The Section is going to be a sensation. Every newsroom is going crazy for it. Do you feel like appearing on Aktuellt at 9:00 for an interview?"
"I think not."
