II
"A message," said Leblanc. "A message at last."
His orderly had just entered and, after saluting, had laid a folded paper before him. He unfolded it, then spoke excitedly.
"This is a report from one of our reconnaissance pilots. He has been operating over one of the selected squares of territory. When flying over a certain position in a mountainous region he observed a signal being flashed. It was in Morse and was twice repeated. Here it is."
He laid the enclosure before Jessop.
C.O.G.L.E.P.R.O.S.I.E.S.L.
He separated off the last two letters with a pencil.
"SL - that is our code for 'Do not acknowledge.'"
"And COG with which the message starts," said Jessop, "is our recognition signal."
"Then the rest is the actual message." He underlined it. "LEPROSIE." He surveyed it dubiously.
"Leprosy?" said Jessop.
"And what does that mean?"
"Have you any important Leper Settlements? Or unimportant ones for that matter?"
Leblanc spread out a large map in front of him. He pointed with a stubby forefinger stained with nicotine.
"Here," he marked it off, "is the area over which our pilot was operating. Let me see now. I seem to recall..."
He left the room. Presently he returned.
"I have it," he said. "There is a very famous medical Research station, founded and endowed by well known philanthropists and operating in that area - a very deserted one, by the way. Valuable work has been done there in the study of Leprosy. There is a Leper Settlement there of about two hundred people. There is also a Cancer Research station, and a Tubercular Sanatorium. But understand this, it is all of the highest authenticity. Its reputation is of the highest. The President of the Republic himself is its Patron."
"Yes," said Jessop appreciatively. "Very nice work, in fact."
"But it is open to inspection at any time. Medical men who are interested in these subjects visit there."
"And see nothing they ought not to see! Why should they? There is no better camouflage for dubious business, than an atmosphere of the highest respectability."
"It could be," Leblanc said dubiously, "I suppose, a halting place, for parties of people bound on a journey. One or two of the mid-European doctors, perhaps, have managed to arrange something like that. A small party of people, like the one we are tracking, could lie perdu there for a few weeks before continuing their journey."
"I think it might be something more than that," said Jessop. "I think it might be - Journey's End."
"You think it is something - big?"
"A Leper Settlement seems to me very suggestive... I believe, under modern treatment, leprosy nowadays is treated at home."
"In civilised communities, perhaps. But one could not do that in this country."
"No. But the word Leprosy still has its association with the Middle Ages when the Leper carried his bell to warn away people from his path. Idle curiosity does not bring people to a Leper Settlement; the people who come are, as you say, the medical profession, interested only in the medical research done there, and possibly the social worker, anxious to report on the conditions under which the Lepers live - all of which are no doubt admirable. Behind that faзade of philanthropy and charity - anything might go on. Who, by the way, owns the place? Who are the philanthropists who endowed it and set it up?"
"That is easily ascertained. A little minute."
He turned shortly, an official reference book in his hand.
"It was established by private enterprise. By a group of philanthropists of whom the chief is Aristides. As you know, he is a man of fabulous wealth, and gives generously to charitable enterprises. He has founded hospitals in Paris and also in Seville. This is, to all intents and purposes, his show - the other benefactors are a group of his associates."
"So - it's an Aristides enterprise. And Aristides was in Fez when Olive Betterton was there."
"Aristides!" Leblanc savoured the full implication. "Mais - c'est colossal!"
"Yes."
"C'est fantastique!"
"Quite."
"Enfin - c'est formidable!"
"Definitely."
"But do you realise how formidable it is?" Leblanc shook an excited forefinger in the other's face. "This Aristides, he has a finger in every pie. He is behind nearly everything. The banks, the Government, the manufacturing industries, armaments, transport! One never sees him, one hardly hears of him! He sits in a warm room in his Spanish castle, smoking, and sometimes he scrawls a few words on a little piece of paper and throws it on the ground, and a secretary crawls forward and picks it up, and a few days later an important banker in Paris blows his brains out! It is like that!"
"How wonderfully dramatic you are, Leblanc. But it is really not very surprising. Presidents and Ministers make important pronouncements, bankers sit back behind their sumptuous desks and roll out opulent statements - but one is never surprised to find out that behind the importance and magnificence there is somewhere some scrubby little man who is the real motive power. It is really not at all surprising to find that Aristides is behind all this disappearing business - in fact if we'd had any sense we'd have thought of it before. The whole thing's a vast commercial ramp. It's not political at all. The question is," he added, "What are we going to do about it?"
Leblanc's face grew gloomy.
"It is not going to be easy, you understand. It we are wrong - I dare not think of it! And even if we are right - we have got to prove we are right. If we make investigations - those investigations can be called off - at the highest level, you understand? No, it is not going to be easy... But," he wagged an emphatic stubby forefinger, "it will be done."
Chapter 20
The cars swept up the mountain road and stopped in front of the great gate set in the rock. There were four cars. In the first car was a French Minister and the American Ambassador, in the second car was the British Consul, a Member of Parliament and the Chief of Police. In the third car were two members of a former Royal Commission and two distinguished journalists. The complement of these three cars was made up with the necessary satellites. The fourth car contained certain people not known to the general public, but sufficiently distinguished in their own sphere. They included Captain Leblanc and Mr. Jessop. The chauffeurs, immaculately garbed, were now opening car doors and bowing as they assisted the distinguished visitors to alight.
"One hopes," murmured the Minister, apprehensively, "that there will be no possibility of a contact of any kind."
One of the satellites immediately made soothing noises.
"Du tout, M. le Ministre. Every suitable precaution is taken. One inspects only from a distance."
The Minister, who was elderly and apprehensive, looked relieved. The Ambassador said something about the better understanding and treatment of these diseases nowadays.
The great gates were flung open. On the threshold stood a small party bowing to welcome them. The Director, dark, thickset, the Deputy Director big and fair, two distinguished doctors and a distinguished Research Chemist. The greetings were French, florid and prolonged.
"And ce cher Aristides," demanded the Minister. "I sincerely hope ill health has not prevented him from fulfilling his promise to meet us here."
"M. Aristides flew from Spain yesterday," said the Deputy Director. "He awaits you within. Permit me, Your Excellency - M. le Ministre, to lead the way."
The party followed him. M. le Ministre, who was slightly apprehensive, glanced through the heavy railings to his right. The lepers were drawn up to attention in a serried row as far as possible from the grating. The Minister looked relieved. His feelings about leprosy were still mediaeval.
In the well furnished modern lounge Mr. Aristides was awaiting his guests. There were bows, compliments, introductions. Aperitifs were served by the dark-faced servants dressed in their white robes and turbans.
"It's a wonderful place you have here, sir," said one of the younger journalists to Aristides.
The latter made one of his Oriental gestures.
"I am proud of this place," he said. "It is, as you might say, my swan song. My final gift to humanity. No expense has been spared."
"I'll say that's so," said one of the doctors on the staff, heartily. "This place is a professional man's dream. We do pretty well in the States, but what I've seen since I came here... and we're getting results! Yes, sir, we certainly are getting results."
His enthusiasm was of a contagious kind.
"We must make all acknowledgements to private enterprise," said the Ambassador, bowing politely to Mr. Aristides.
Mr. Aristides spoke with humility.
"God has been very good to me," he said.
Sitting hunched up in his chair he looked like a small yellow toad. The Member of Parliament murmured to the member of the Royal Commission who was very old and deaf, that he presented a very interesting paradox.
"That old rascal has probably ruined millions of people," he murmured, "and having made so much money, he doesn't know what to do with it, so he pays it back with the other hand."
The elderly judge to whom he spoke, murmured,
"One wonders to what extent results justify increased expenditure. Most of the great discoveries that have benefited the human race have been discovered with quite simple equipment."
"And now," said Aristides, when the civilities were accomplished and the aperitifs drunk, "you will honor me by partaking of a simple repast which awaits you. Dr. Van Heidem will act as your host. I myself am on a diet and eat very little these days. After the repast you will start on your tour of our building."
Under the leadership of the genial Dr. Van Heidem, the guests moved enthusiastically into the dining room. They had had two hours' flight followed by an hour's drive by car and they were all sharp set. The food was delicious and was commented on with special approval by the Minister.
"We enjoy our modest comforts," said Van Heidem. "Fresh fruit and vegetables are flown to us twice a week, arrangements are made for meat and chicken and we have, of course, substantial deep freezing units. The body must claim its due from the resources of science."
The meal was accompanied by choice vintages. After it Turkish coffee was served. The party was then asked to start on its tour of inspection. The tour took two hours and was most comprehensive. The Minister, for one, was glad when it finished. He was quite dazed by the gleaming laboratories, the endless white, shining corridors, and still more dazed by the mass of scientific detail handed out to him.
Though the Minister's interest was perfunctory, some of the others were more searching in their enquiries. Some curiosity was displayed as to the living conditions of the personnel and various other details. Dr. Van Heidem showed himself only too willing to show the guests all there was to see. Leblanc and Jessop, the former in attendance on the Minister and the latter accompanying the British Consul, fell a little behind the others as they all returned to the lounge.
"There is no trace here, nothing," murmured Leblanc in an agitated manner.
"Not a sign."
"Mon cher, if we have, as your saying is, barked up the wrong tree, what a catastrophe. After the weeks it has taken to arrange all this! As for me - it will finish my career."
"We're not licked yet," said Jessop. "Our friends are here, I'm sure of it."
"There is no trace of them."
"Of course there is no trace. They could not afford to have a trace of them. For these official visits everything is prepared and arranged."
"Then how are we to get our evidence? I tell you, without evidence no one will move in the matter. They are sceptical, all of them. The Minister, the American Ambassador, the British Consul - they say all of them, that a man like Aristides is above suspicion."
"Keep calm, Leblanc, keep calm. I tell you we're not licked yet."
Leblanc shrugged his shoulders.
"You have the optimism, my friend," he said. He turned for a moment to speak to one of the immaculately arrayed moon-faced young men who formed part of the entourage, then turned back to Jessop and asked suspiciously: "Why are you smiling?"
"Heard of a Geiger counter?"
"Naturally. But I am not a scientist, you understand."
"No more am I. It is a very sensitive detector of radioactivity."
"And so?"
"Our friends are here. The Geiger counter tells me that it imparts a message to say that our friends are here. This building has been purposely built in a confusing manner. All the corridors and the rooms so resemble each other that it is difficult to know where one is or what the plan of the building can be. There is a part of this place that we have not seen. It has not been shown to us."
"But you deduce that it is there because of some radioactive indication?"
"Exactly."
"In fact, it is the pearls of Madame all over again?"
"Yes. We're still playing Hansel and Gretel, as you might say. But the signs left here cannot be so apparent or so crude as the beads of a pearl necklace, or a hand of phosphoric paint. They cannot be seen, but they can be sensed... by our radio-active detector -"
"But, mon Dieu, Jessop, is that enough?"
"It should be." said Jessop. "What one is afraid of..." He broke off.
Leblanc finished the sentence for him.
"What you mean is that these people will not want to believe. They have been unwilling from the start. Oh yes, that is so. Even your British Consul is a man of caution. Your government at home is indebted to Aristides in many ways. As for our government," he shrugged his shoulders. "M. le Ministre, I know, will be exceedingly hard to convince."
"We won't put our faith in governments," said Jessop. "Governments and diplomats have their hands tied. But we've got to have them here, because they're the only ones with authority. But as far as believing is concerned, I'm pinning my faith elsewhere."
