Destination Unknown by Agatha Christie
"That would hardly do. Madame. I am not yet prepared to have knowledge of this place broadcast to the globe."
"You could swear him to secrecy. He would swear never to breathe a word."
"He would swear - yes. But he would not keep that word."
"He would! Oh, indeed, he would!"
"There speaks a wife! One cannot take the word of wives on this point. Of course," he leaned back in his chair, and brought the tips of his yellow fingers together, "of course, he might leave a hostage behind him, and that might tie his tongue."
"You mean?"
"I mean you, Madame... If Thomas Betterton went, and you remained as a hostage, how would that bargain strike you? Would you be willing?"
Hilary stared past him into the shadows. Mr. Aristides could not know the pictures that rose before her eyes. She was back in a hospital room, sitting by a dying woman. She was listening to Jessop and memorising his instructions. If there was a chance, now, that Thomas Betterton might go free, whilst she remained, would not that be the best way to fulfill her mission? For she knew (what Mr. Aristides did not), that there would be no hostage in the usual meaning of the word, left behind. She herself meant nothing to Thomas Betterton. The wife he had loved was already dead.
She raised her head and looked across at the little old man on the divan.
"I should be willing," she said.
"You have courage, Madame, and loyalty and devotion. They are good qualities. For the rest -" He smiled. "We will talk of it again some other time."
"Oh no, no!" Hilary suddenly buried her face in her hands. Her shoulders shook. "I can't bear it! I can't bear it! It's all too inhuman."
"You must not mind so much, Madame." The old man's voice was tender, almost soothing. "It has pleased me tonight to tell you my aims and my aspirations. It has been interesting to me to see the effect upon a mind totally unprepared. A mind like yours, well balanced, sane and intelligent You are horrified. You are repulsed. Yet I think that to shock you in this way is a wise plan. At first you repel the idea, then you think of it, you reflect on it, and in the end it will seem to you natural; as though it has always existed, a commonplace."
"Never that!" cried Hilary. "Never that! Never! Never!"
"Ah," said Mr. Aristides. "There speaks the passion and the rebellion that go with red hair. My second wife," he added reflectively, "had red hair. She was a beautiful woman, and she loved me. Strange, is it not? I have always admired red-haired women. Your hair is very beautiful. There are other things I like about you. Your spirit, your courage; the fact that you have a mind of your own." He sighed. "Alas! Women as women interest me very little nowadays. I have a couple of young girls here who please me sometimes, but it is the stimulus of mental companionship that I now prefer. Believe me, Madame, your company has refreshed me greatly."
"Supposing I repeat all that you have told me to my husband?"
Aristides smiled indulgently.
"Ah yes, supposing you do? But will you?"
"I don't know. I - oh, I don't know."
"Ah!" said Mr. Aristides. "You are wise. There is some knowledge women should keep to themselves. But you are tired - and upset. From time to time, when I pay my visits here, you shall be brought to me, and we will discuss many things."
"Let me leave this place -" Hilary stretched her hands out to him. "Oh, let me go away. Let me leave with you when you go. Please! Please!"
He shook his head gently. His expression was indulgent, but there was a faint touch of contempt behind it.
"Now you are talking like a child," he said reprovingly. "How could I let you go? How could I let you spread the story round the world of what you have seen here?"
"Wouldn't you believe me if I swore I wouldn't say a word to anyone?"
"No indeed, I should not believe you," said Mr. Aristides. "I should be very foolish if I believed anything of the kind."
"I don't want to be here. I don't want to stay here in this prison. I want to get out."
"But you have your husband. You came here to join him, deliberately, of your own free will."
"But I didn't know what I was coming to. I'd no idea."
"No," said Mr. Aristides, "you had no idea. But I can assure you this particular world you have come to is a much pleasanter world than the life beyond the Iron Curtain. Here you have everything you need! Luxury, a beautiful climate, distractions..."
He got up and patted her gently on the shoulder.
"You will settle down," he said, confidently. "Ah yes, the red-headed bird in the cage will settle down. In a year, in two years certainly, you will be very happy! Though possibly," he added thoughtfully, "less interesting."
Chapter 19
Hilary awoke the following night with a start. She raised herself on her elbow, listening.
"Tom, do you hear?"
"Yes. Aircraft - flying low. Nothing in that. They come over from time to time."
"I wondered -" She did not finish her sentence.
She lay awake thinking, going over and over that strange interview with Aristides.
The old man had got some kind of capricious liking for her.
Could she play upon that?
Could she in the end prevail upon him to take her with him, out into the world again?
Next time he came, if he sent for her, she would lead him on to talk of his dead red-haired wife. It was not the lure of the flesh that would captivate him. His blood ran too coldly now in his veins for that. Besides he had his "young girls." But the old like to remember, to be urged on to talk of times gone by...
Uncle George, who had lived at Cheltenham...
Hilary smiled in the darkness, remembering Uncle George.
Were Uncle George and Aristides, the man of millions, really very different under the skin? Uncle George had had a housekeeper - "such a nice safe woman, my dear, not flashy or sexy or anything like that. Nice and plain and safe." But Uncle George had upset his family by marrying that nice plain woman. She had been a very good listener...
What had Hilary said to Tom? "I'll find a way of getting out of here?" Odd, if the way should prove to be Aristides...
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
"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 façade 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
"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.