‘Did he say what for?’
Eva shook her head. ‘No. As I remember there was something of a staff competition to provide suggestions.’
‘You probably won!’ exclaimed Rives.
‘No I didn’t,’ said Eva, giving Rives a playful slap.
‘You couldn’t trace the request letter could you?’ asked MacLean.
‘I already did,’ replied Eva, ‘but it wasn’t much help. It was written on Lehman Steiner paper but there was no unit address, just the reference, X14 for internal mail purposes.’
‘X14,’ repeated MacLean.
‘I think I can help with that,’ said Rives. ‘When a new research project is initiated it is allocated an “X” number. The “X” stands for experimental, of course, and the number fourteen simply means that it was the fourteenth project to be funded in that particular financial year.’
‘You see how he removes the drama from everything?’ said Eva.
MacLean asked Rives if there was any way he could find out what the X14 project had been concerned with.
‘I’m afraid not,’ replied Rives. ‘The best I could do would be to find out if the project was successful enough to warrant further funding as a fully fledged research unit.’
‘And if it was,’ said Eva enthusiastically, ‘We would be able to find Von Jonek’s address from the company list.’
‘That would be marvellous,’ said MacLean.
‘Very well,’ said Rives. ‘I’ll try.’
Later that evening, MacLean telephoned Tansy to let her know that things were going well. She, in turn, told him that Carrie had been allowed out of bed at the weekend and that she had walked with her in the grounds of the hospital. They had stood together under the cherry trees where she and MacLean had talked and she said that, for a moment, it had seemed that he had been there with them.
Carrie’s face was still heavily bandaged but she had started to communicate through hand gestures. MacLean remembered Carrie’s lunchtime lectures after their trips along the canal and a lump came to his throat.
The arrangement was that MacLean should wait until he heard from Eva. She would contact him at the hotel, either directly or by leaving a message, when Rives had something to report. In the meantime he occupied himself with walking the streets and drinking interminable cups of coffee in pavement cafes.
MacLean was in the shower when the call eventually came. He hastily wrapped a towel round himself and took it sitting on the bed, with water still dripping from his hair.
‘Jean-Paul has found out something important about X14. It’s better if we meet.’
‘Dinner this evening?’
‘Where?’ asked Eva.
MacLean mentioned the name of a small Greek restaurant that he remembered from his time in Geneva. ‘Is it still there?
‘Yes. We ate there a couple of months ago. What time?’
‘Eight?’
‘See you then.’
MacLean arrived early at the restaurant and nervously sipped gin and tonic while he waited. The table was by the window so he saw the white Citroen draw up and Eva get out. Rives waved to him through the windscreen and went off to park the car. When they were finally all together, MacLean summoned the waiter and ordered drinks for his guests while they looked at the menu. He was dying to ask what Rives had found out but contained his impatience until they had ordered and the waiter had left.
Eva said, ‘Would you believe it, he has not even told me?’
‘I thought I would tell you both together,’ said Rives.
‘Well, come on, tell us!’ urged Eva.
Rives, his eyes shining like a schoolboy about to impart some adult secret to his class mates said, ‘I checked the X14 file for the year Eva’s clinic got the request but there was no X14 file for that year!’ Rives paused for effect but all he got was a snort of disappointment from Eva. ‘That’s it?’ she said.
‘Not quite,’ said Rives knowingly. ‘There was no X14 file for the year before either.’
‘Amazing,’ said Eva sarcastically. But MacLean could see that there was yet more to come. Rives was just playing the overture. Eva caught the look in Rives’ eye and said, ‘You really are the most exasperating man. Tell us!’
Rives said, ‘The year before that there was an X14 file. It was registered to a Dr Hans Von Jonek with an experimental budget of ten thousand US dollars.’ He sat back in his seat with his arms folded.
MacLean felt a twinge of disappointment but from the look on Rives’ face he suspected that he had missed the significance of something along the way. ‘So if there was no X14 project listed in the following two years does that mean the Von Jonek was given a full research unit?’ he asked hopefully.
‘No,’ said Rives.
MacLean shook his head in confusion. He recapped, ”Von Jonek was given 10,000 dollars to set up an experimental project.’
‘Correct,’ said Rives.
‘But the fact that there was no X14 project listed a year later and that there was no full research unit set up either suggests that Von Jonek’s research came to nothing, is that right?’
‘Yes,’ said Rives.
Eva and MacLean looked at each other then Eva said, ‘Then why are you looking so pleased with yourself?’
Rives leaned over the table and said hoarsely, ‘Because that is exactly what we were meant to think.’
Eva and MacLean were still bemused.
Rives said, ‘There were two things I found puzzling. Firstly, Von Jonek’s research budget was for one year only, yet Eva’s clinic had a request quoting the X14 reference some two years later when officially, X14 had ceased to exist. To me this suggested only one thing: that the original X14 project set up four years ago by Von Jonek was still in existence.’
‘And is it?’ asked Eva excitedly.
‘It is,’ said Rives. ‘I traced it through the computer code for its initial budget allocation; the number was unchanged.’
‘How about the budget?’ asked MacLean.
Rives looked at Eva and said, ‘This man knows the right questions to ask. The budget figure for X14 this year my friends, is 18 million US dollars.’
When she could speak Eva said, ‘Lehman Steiner is spending 18 million dollars on research that nobody knows about?’
‘Precisely!’ said Rives, with the air of a man who has just pencilled in the last word to a crossword puzzle.
‘But if the company are spending all that money, why on earth does Von Jonek not have full research unit status?’ asked Eva.
‘I think I can answer that too,’ said Rives. ‘Research units have names and addresses; they have payrolls; they have staff lists. They are both visible and accountable. “X” rated projects are by their nature much more informal. Budgets are allocated as single block grants so that only minimal accounting is necessary. Having said that, I should also point out that the average “X” budget is around twenty thousand dollars and usually involves just one person.’
Eva said, ‘I am having visions of Lehman Steiner handing over 18 million dollars in a brown paper bag!’
MacLean smiled and said to Rives, ‘I’m very grateful to you. This tells me I am on the right track.’
‘What will you do now?’ asked Eva.
‘I have to find Von Jonek,’ said MacLean. ‘He is a scientist with an 18 million-dollar budget. Cytogerm is mixed up in all that somewhere I’m sure.’
‘I don’t suppose you could find out any more?’ Eva asked Rives.
Rives shook his head slowly and said, ‘I suspect not. Money is transferred by numbers. One set of numbers credits another set of numbers and it is all over. There is no need for names and addresses.’
‘That’s what the Swiss are famous for,’ joked MacLean.
‘That and cuckoo clocks,’ said Eva, who was Austrian by birth.
‘In theory it would be easier to trace Von Jonek’s whereabouts through Personnel,’ said Rives.
‘Don’t you know anyone in Personnel?’ asked Eva.
‘No.’