'I thought you knew that. I'm Boris Andrei Pavlov Glydr, Elsa's cousin. I was sent over to America from Poland, to the University there to complete my education. And the way things were in Europe my uncle thought it best for me to take out American citizenship. I took the name of Andrew Peters. Then, when the war came, I went back to Europe. I worked for the Resistance. I got my uncle and Elsa out of Poland and they got to America. Elsa – I've told you about Elsa already. She was one of the first-class scientists of our time. It was Elsa who discovered ZE fission. Betterton was a young Canadian who was attached to Mannheim to help him in his experiments. He knew his job, but there was no more to him than that. He deliberately made love to Elsa and married her so as to be associated with her in the scientific work she was doing. When her experiments neared completion and he realised what a big thing ZE fission was going to be, he deliberately poisoned her.'
'Oh, no, no.'
'Yes. There were no suspicions at the time. Betterton appeared heartbroken, threw himself with renewed ardour into his work and then announced the ZE fission discovery as his own. It brought him what he wanted. Fame and the recognition of being a first-class scientist. He thought it prudent after that to leave America and come to England. He went to Harwell and worked there.
'I was tied up in Europe for some time after the war ended. Since I had a good knowledge of German, Russian and Polish, I could do very useful work there. The letter that Elsa had written to me before she died disquieted me. The illness from which she was suffering and from which she died seemed to me mysterious and unaccounted for. When at last I got back to the U.S.A. I started instituting enquiries. We won't go into it all, but I found what I was looking for. Enough, that is, to apply for an Order of Exhumation of the body. There was a young fellow in the District Attorney's office who had been a great friend of Betterton. He was going over on a trip to Europe about that time, and I think that he visited Betterton and in the course of his visit mentioned the exhumation. Betterton got the wind up. I imagine that he'd been already approached by agents of our friend, Mr. Aristides. Anyway he now saw that there lay his best chance to avoid being arrested and tried for murder.
He accepted the terms, stipulating that his facial appearance was to be completely changed. What actually happened, of course, was that he found himself in a very real captivity. Moreover, he found himself in a dangerous position there since he was quite unable to deliver the goods – the scientific goods, that is to say. He was not and never had been, a man of genius.'
'And you followed him?'
'Yes. When the newspapers were full of the sensational disappearance of the scientist, Thomas Betterton, I came over to England. A rather brilliant scientist friend of mine had had certain overtures made to him by a woman, a Mrs. Speeder, who worked for UNO. I discovered on arriving in England that she had had a meeting with Betterton. I played up to her, expressing Left Wing views, rather exaggerating perhaps my scientific abilities. I thought, you see, that Betterton had gone behind the Iron Curtain where no one could reach him. Well, if nobody else could reach him, I was going to reach him.' His lips set in a grim line. 'Elsa was a first-class scientist, and she was a beautiful and gentle woman. She'd been killed and robbed by the man whom she loved and trusted. If necessary I was going to kill Betterton with my own hands.'
'I see,' said Hilary, 'oh, I see now.'
'I wrote to you,' said Peters, 'when I got to England. Wrote to you, that is, in my Polish name, telling you the facts.' He looked at her. 'I suppose you didn't believe me. You never answered.' He shrugged his shoulders. 'Then I went to the Intelligence people. At first I went there putting on an act. Polish officer. Stiff, foreign and correctly formal. I was suspicious just then of everybody. However, in the end Jessop and I got together.' He paused. 'This morning my quest has come to an end. Extradition will be applied for, Betterton will go to the U.S.A. and will stand his trial there. If he's acquitted, I have no more to say.' He added grimly, 'But he won't be acquitted. The evidence is too strong.'
He paused, staring down over the sunlit gardens towards the sea.
'The hell of it is,' he said, 'that you came out there to join him and I met you and fell in love with you. It has been hell, Olive. Believe me. So there we are. I'm the man who's responsible for sending your husband to the electric chair. We can't get away from it. It's a thing that you'll never be able to forget even if you forgave it.' He got up. 'Well, I wanted to tell you the whole story from my own lips. This is good-bye.' He turned abruptly as Hilary stretched out a hand.
'Wait,' she said, 'wait. There is something you don't know. I'm not Betterton's wife. Betterton's wife, Olive Betterton, died at Casablanca. Jessop persuaded me to take her place.'
He wheeled round staring at her.
'You're not Olive Betterton?'
'No.'
'Good Lord,' said Andy Peters. 'Good Lord!' He dropped heavily into a chair beside her. 'Olive,' he said, 'Olive, my darling.'
'Don't call me Olive. My name's Hilary. Hilary Craven.'
'Hilary?' He said it questioningly. 'I'll have to get used to that.' He put his hand over hers.
At the other end of the terrace Jessop, discussing with Leblanc various technical difficulties in the present situation, broke off in the middle of a sentence.
'You were saying?' he asked absently.
'I said, mon cher, that it does not seem to me that we are going to be able to proceed against this animal of Aristides.'
'No, no. Aristides always wins. That is to say he always manages to squirm out from under. But he'll have lost a lot of money, and he won't like that. And even Aristides can't keep death at bay for ever. I should say he'll be coming up before the Supreme Justice before very long, from the look of him.'
'What was it attracting your attention, my friend?'
'Those two,' said Jessop. 'I sent Hilary Craven off on a journey to a destination unknown, but it seems to me that her journey's end is the usual one after all.'
Leblanc looked puzzled for a moment then he said,
'Aha! Yes! Your Shakespeare!'
'You Frenchmen are so well read,' said Jessop.
