Free The Little Old Lady Who Struck Lucky Again! by Catharina Ingelman-Sundberg Page B

guffawed and with much laughter and jollity they ended the evening with a sauna and a crate of beer. That night they slept like logs.
    The days passed, but the five old friends couldn’t stop thinking about the diamonds. It wasn’t just because they were fantastically beautiful. The friends knew that
they could get pots of money for them, and they could donate that money to people who needed it.
    ‘It’s high time we went on a golf safari,’ Martha announced. ‘It is late in the season and any day now the courses will be closed for the winter. Who knows, the golf bag
might be out there somewhere.’
    Brains was the only one who supported her on this. He and Martha dressed up in the latest style of golf outfit and bought an ultra-light golf bag on wheels. Then they were ready. Admittedly,
they only had one wedge club, but they didn’t want to end up with aching shoulders and knees from having to pull along anything too heavy.
    So that they would elegantly fit in and not arouse suspicion, Martha had bought a black polo sweater, a knitted cap, a pair of thermo trousers, a windcheater and a pair of thermo socks. For his
part, Brains put on a pair of Teflon over-trousers to cover his old grey flannels. On the upper part of his body, he had a windcheater and, on top of everything, a black rain anorak. But he had
stubbornly refused to wear a cap. It was hard enough going around in those plastic clothes as it was.
    They started looking for their missing golf bag out on the Värmdö course. Their special minibus stayed in the garage and instead they borrowed Anders’ less noticeable Volvo.
Martha turned on the GPS and even though she thought that the loud mechanical voice ought to shut up when she spoke, both she and Brains thoroughly enjoyed the drive out to the golf clubs. They
started at Wermdö Golf & Country Club and looked to see if there were any golf bags outside the clubhouse and the restaurant.
    ‘A five wood, scorecard and seven iron,’ Martha mumbled.
    ‘What did you say?’
    ‘Just a few golf terms, in case anybody wonders what we’re doing here. Golf clubs want you to be members.’
    Most of the golf bags had wheels and looked both expensive and elegant, their own old-fashioned model with walking sticks in it was nowhere to be seen. Then Martha and Brains drove on to the
next courses, and visited first Ingarö and then Nacka, but they didn’t strike lucky at either of them.
    Tired, they had a break for lunch and then continued to the clubs to the south and north of Stockholm. Here too, they wandered around a long time and peered at lots of golf bags – but
without any luck. After having visited the Lidingö and Danderyd golf clubs they finally ended up out at Drottningholm. But by then they were so exhausted that they almost forgot why they were
there. Instead they walked hand-in-hand across the soft green lawns and discussed life. In the end, Martha said:
    ‘This feels hopeless but we’ve had a nice day! Can’t we plan some new robberies so we can go out on day trips again?’
    ‘You don’t think we can go on day trips anyway?’ Brains asked.
    ‘Perhaps, but planning crimes helps keep our brains in good trim. And a new coup would give us more money than just the diamonds.’
    ‘Indeed. But you can do brain gymnastics too. There are courses.’
    ‘That’s true of course,’ said Martha. ‘But first and foremost we should find the diamonds and see what has happened with our Las Vegas money.’
    ‘Yes, we must ensure that the money has been put to good use,’ Brains agreed. ‘But how shall we do that? You haven’t forgotten that we are all on the Wanted
list?’
    A chilling wind blew across the course and Martha found herself shivering. Brains put his arm around her shoulders to warm her.
    ‘Our old raid in Täby? That was easy as pie. Things will turn out, just you wait and see. And I’ve actually got an idea!’
    And all the way back from Drottningholm to their new home on