Found Wanting

‘I do remember that,’ said Eusden. ‘The Tsar’s missing millions.’

‘Yeah. Well, pounds in the bank or pie in the sky, we’ll never know now. The case was chucked out. A

‘Did Clem ever say whether he thought she was genuine or not?’ asked Eusden.

‘Not that I can recall.’

‘Do you think he told the judges what he thought?’

‘Must have, I suppose. If they asked him. But we don’t know what they asked him.’ Marty squinted across at the court building. ‘Or what he said in reply.’

They retreated through the smart shopping streets of the city centre to the Jungfernstieg, on the shores of Hamburg’s answer to Lake Geneva: the Bi

‘And who might’ve been?’ asked Eusden.

‘Good question. According to Werner, his father said Nydahl’s testimony was called for after the Danish government turned down a request from the court for access to a document known as the Zahle Dossier. Herluf Zahle was Danish ambassador to Germany when A

‘Who’s he meeting off the plane at Frankfurt?’

‘An eccentric American millionaire who’s distantly related to Jack Manahan and is prepared to pay through the schnozzle for evidence that Jack’s wife was the true-blue Anastasia.’

‘But she can’t have been. The DNA evidence ruled that out. You said so yourself.’

‘Ah, Richard, you always were too much of a determinist.’ Marty gave him a benignly superior smile. ‘She can be whatever people persuade themselves to believe she was. The DNA technique they used back in the early nineteen nineties has been discredited now, anyway. It produced far too many false positives and false negatives for comfort. Besides, why trust DNA results which you and I, and everyone else bar a couple of boffins in lab coats, haven’t a hope of understanding over hard physical, visible evidence? A

‘Fine. But why didn’t they have the same DNA?’

‘How should I know? The excavation of the remains at Ekaterinburg was a suspect business anyway. The authorities had obviously known where they were for years – if not the whole time since 1918 – before they chose to dig them up. And DNA only proved they were Romanovs. It was down to pathologists to say which Romanovs. The Tsar and his family, obviously. But unfortunately they weren’t all there. The Tsarevich and one of his sisters were missing, almost certainly the youngest sister, Anastasia, despite attempts by the Russians to prove it was Maria. As for A

‘What are you suggesting, Marty? The KGB crept into the hospital and planted a false sample?’

‘I’m not suggesting anything. I only got involved in this because…’ Marty broke off. He groaned and pressed one hand to his forehead.

‘What’s wrong?’

‘Nothing. I… get these pains from time to time.’ He grimaced. ‘They’ll get worse, apparently, as the tumour grows. It could affect my vision, hearing, speech. It could trigger fits and God knows what. Oh, there’s a lot to look forward to.’

‘Listen, Marty, I-’

‘It’s all right, Richard. It really is all right. I’m dying. But not today. Or tomorrow. Probably not this week. Or even next.’

‘Even so…’

‘Yes? Even so what?’

‘Why don’t we forget Werner and his machinations? You’ve got your pay-off. Why not spend it… having fun?’

‘It’s spoken for.’ Marty smiled. ‘A debt to a friend.’

‘Forget that too.’

‘OK. If you insist.’

‘I do.’

The smile broadened. ‘We’ll see. But Werner? No. I can’t let that pass.’

‘What can you do?’

‘Try to put a spoke in his wheel.’

‘How?’

‘I’ve got an idea. And you promised to help me, as I recall. It’s time we were moving.’

‘Where’re we going?’

‘A department store, to start with. I can’t be seen with you in that suit, Richard. It’s bad for my image. Besides, I assume you’ll want to put some clean clothes on eventually. After that, the station. We have a train to catch.’