iam fleming.for your eyes only-第14部分

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d　of　the　table　between　the　two　girls。　Bond　took　out　his　telescopic　sight　and　looked　through　it。　The　three　men　were　very　small　and　dark。　One　of　them；　who　smiled　all　the　time　and　whose　clothes　looked　the　cleanest　and　smartest；　would　be　Gonzales。　The　other　two　were　low　peasant　types。　They　sat　together　at　the　foot　of　the　oblong　table　and　took　no　part　in　the　talk。　The　girls　were　swarthy　brunettes。　They　looked　like　cheap　Cuban　whores。　They　wore　bright　bathing　dresses　and　a　lot　of　gold　jewellery；　and　laughed　and　chattered　like　pretty　monkeys。　The　voices　were　almost　clear　enough　to　understand；　but　they　were　talking　Spanish。
　Bond　felt　the　girl　near　him。　She　stood　a　yard　behind　him。　Bond　handed　her　the　glass。　He　said：　〃The　neat　little　man　is　called　Major　Gonzales。　The　two　at　the　bottom　of　the　table　are　gunmen。　I　don't　know　who　the　girls　are。　Von　Hammerstein　isn't　there　yet。〃　She　took　a　quick　look　through　the　glass　and　handed　it　back　without　ment。　Bond　wondered　if　she　realised　that　she　had　been　looking　at　the　murderers　of　her　father　and　mother。
　The　two　girls　had　turned　and　were　looking　towards　the　door　into　the　house。　One　of　them　called　out　something　that　might　have　been　a　greeting。　A　short；　square；　almost　naked　man　came　out　into　the　sunshine。　He　walked　silently　past　the　table　to　the　edge　of　the　flagged　terrace　facing　the　lawn　and　proceeded　to　go　through　a　five…minute　programme　of　physical　drill。
　Bond　examined　the　man　minutely。　He　was　about　five　feet　four　with　a　boxer's　shoulders　and　hips；　but　a　stomach　that　was　going　to　fat。　A　mat　of　black　hair　covered　his　breasts　and　shoulder　blades；　and　his　arms　and　legs　were　thick　with　it。　By　contrast；　there　was　not　a　hair　on　his　face　or　head　and　his　skull　was　a　glittering　whitish　yellow　with　a　deep　dent　at　the　back　that　might　have　been　a　wound　or　the　scar　of　a　trepanning。　The　bone　structure　of　the　face　was　that　of　the　conventional　Prussian　officer　…　square；　hard　and　thrusting　…　but　the　eyes　under　the　naked　brows　were　close…set　and　piggish；　and　the　large　mouth　had　hideous　lips　…　thick　and　wet　and　crimson。　He　wore　nothing　but　a　strip　of　black　material；　hardly　larger　than　an　athletic　support…belt；　round　his　stomach；　and　a　large　gold　wrist…watch　on　a　gold　bracelet。　Bond　handed　the　glass　to　the　girl。　He　was　relieved。　Von　Hammerstein　looked　just　about　as　unpleasant　as　M's　dossier　said　he　was。
　Bond　watched　the　girl's　face。　The　mouth　looked　grim；　almost　cruel；　as　she　looked　down　on　the　man　she　had　e　to　kill。　What　was　he　to　do　about　her？　He　could　see　nothing　but　a　vista　of　troubles　from　her　presence。　She　might　even　interfere　with　his　own　plans　and　insist　on　playing　some　silly　role　with　her　bow　and　arrow。　Bond　made　up　his　mind。　He　just　could　not　afford　to　take　chances。　One　short　tap　at　the　base　of　the　skull　and　he　would　gag　her　and　tie　her　up　until　it　was　all　over。　Bond　reached　softly　for　the　butt　of　his　automatic。
　Nonchalantly　the　girl　moved　a　few　steps　back。　Just　as　nonchalantly　she　bent　down；　put　the　glass　on　the　ground　and　picked　up　her　bow。　She　reached　behind　her　for　an　arrow；　and　fitted　it　casually　into　the　bow。　Then　she　looked　up　at　Bond　and　said　quietly：　〃Don't　get　any　silly　ideas。　And　keep　your　distance。　I've　got　what's　called　wide…angled　vision。　I　haven't　e　all　the　way　here　to　be　knocked　on　the　head　by　a　flat…footed　London　bobby。　I　can't　miss　with　this　at　fifty　yards；　and　I've　killed　birds　on　the　wing　at　a　hundred。　I　don't　want　to　put　an　arrow　through　your　leg；　but　I　shall　if　you　interfere。〃
　Bond　cursed　his　previous　indecision。　He　said　fiercely：　〃Don't　be　a　silly　bitch。　Put　that　damned　thing　down。　This　is　man's　work。　How　in　hell　do　you　think　you　can　take　on　four　men　with　a　bow　and　arrow？〃
　The　girl's　eyes　blazed　obstinately。　She　moved　her　right　foot　back　into　the　shooting　stance。　She　said　through　pressed；　angry　lips：　〃You　go　to　hell。　And　keep　out　of　this。　It　was　my　mother　and　father　they　killed。　Not　yours。　I've　already　been　here　a　day　and　a　night。　I　know　what　they　do　and　I　know　how　to　get　Hammerstein。　I　don't　care　about　the　others。　They're　nothing　without　him。　Now　then。〃　She　pulled　the　bow　half　taut。　The　arrow　pointed　at　Bond's　feet。　〃Either　you　do　what　I　say　or　you're　going　to　be　sorry。　And　don't　think　I　don't　mean　it。　This　is　a　private　thing　I've　sworn　to　do　and　nobody's　going　to　stop　me。〃　She　tossed　her　head　imperiously。　〃Well？〃
　Bond　gloomily　measured　the　situation。　He　looked　the　ridiculously　beautiful　wild　girl　up　and　down。　This　was　good　hard　English　stock　spiced　with　the　hot　peppers　of　a　tropical　childhood。　Dangerous　mixture。　She　had　keyed　herself　up　to　a　state　of　controlled　hysteria。　He　was　quite　certain　that　she　would　think　nothing　of　putting　him　out　of　action。　And　he　had　absolutely　no　defence。　Her　weapon　was　silent；　his　would　alert　the　whole　neighbourhood。　Now　the　only　hope　would　be　to　work　with　her。　Give　her　part　of　the　job　and　he　would　do　the　rest。　He　said　quietly：　〃Now　listen；　Judy。　If　you　insist　on　ing　in　on　this　thing　we'd　better　do　it　together。　Then　perhaps　we　can　bring　it　off　and　stay　alive。　This　sort　of　thing　is　my　profession。　I　was　ordered　to　do　it　…　by　a　close　friend　of　your　family；　if　you　want　to　know。　And　I've　got　the　right　weapon。　It's　got　at　least　five　times　the　range　of　yours。　I　could　take　a　good　chance　of　killing　him　now；　on　the　patio。　But　the　odds　aren't　quite　good　enough。　Some　of　them　have　got　bathing　things　on。　They'll　be　ing　down　to　the　lake。　Then　I'm　going　to　do　it。　You　can　give　supporting　fire。〃　He　ended　lamely：　〃It'll　be　a　great　help。〃
　〃No。〃　She　shook　her　head　decisively。　〃I'm　sorry。　You　can　give　what　you　call　supporting　fire　if　you　like。　I　don't　care　one　way　or　the　other。　You're　right　about　the　swimming。　Yesterday　they　were　all　down　at　the　lake　around　eleven。　It's　just　as　warm　today　and　they'll　be　there　again。　I　shall　get　him　from　the　edge　of　the　trees　by　the　lake。　I　found　a　perfect　place　last　night。　The　bodyguard　men　bring　their　guns　with　them　…　sort　of　tommy…gun　things。　They　don't　bathe。　They　sit　around　and　keep　guard。　I　know　the　moment　to　get　von　Hammerstein　and　I'll　be　well　away　from　the　lake　before　they　take　in　what's　happened。　I　tell　you　I've　got　it　all　planned。　Now　then。　I　can't　hang　around　any　more。　I　ought　to　have　been　in　my　place　already。　I'm　sorry；　but　unless　you　say　yes　straight　away　there's　no　alternative。〃　She　raised　the　bow　a　few　inches。
　Bond　thought：　'Damn　this　girl　to　hell。'　He　said　angrily：　〃All　right　then。　But　I　can　tell　you　that　if　we　get　out　of　this　you're　going　to　get　such　a　spanking　you　won't　be　able　to　sit　down　for　a　week。〃　He　shrugged。　He　said　with　resignation：　〃Go　ahead。　I'll　look　after　the　others。　If　you　get　away　all　right；　meet　me　here。　If　you　don't；　I'll　e　down　and　pick　up　the　pieces。〃
　The　girl　unstrung　her　bow。　She　said　indifferently：　〃I'm　glad　you're　seeing　sense。　These　arrows　are　difficult　to　pull　out。　Don't　worry　about　me。　But　keep　out　of　sight　and　mind　the　sun　doesn't　catch　that　glass　of　yours。〃　She　gave　Bond　the　brief；　pitying；　self…congratulatory　smile　of　the　woman　who　has　had　the　last　word；　and　turned　and　made　off　down　through　the　trees。
　Bond　watched　the　lithe　dark　green　figure　until　it　had　vanished　among　the　tree…trunks；　then　he　impatiently　picked　up　the　glass　and　went　back　to　his　vantage…point。　To　hell　with　her！　It　was　time　to　clear　the　silly　bitch　out　of　his　mind　and　concentrate　on　the　job。　Was　there　anything　else　he　could　have　done　…　any　other　way　of　handling　it？　Now　he　was　mitted　to　wait　for　her　to　fire　the　first　shot。　That　was　bad。　But　if　he　fired　first　there　was　no　way　of　knowing　what　the　hot…headed　bitch　would　do。　Bond's　mind　luxuriated　briefly　in　the　thought　of　what　he　would　do　to　the　girl　once　all　this　was　over。　Then　there　was　movement　in　front　of　the　house；　and　he　put　the　exciting　thoughts　aside　and　lifted　his　glass。
　The　breakfast　things　were　being　cleared　away　by　the　two　maids。　There　was　no　sign　of　the　girls　or　the　gunmen。　Von　Hammerstein　was　lying　back　among　the　cushions　of　an　outdoor　couch　reading　a　newspaper　and　occasionally　menting　to　Major　Gonzales；　who　sat　astride　an　iron　garden　chair　near　his　feet。　Gonzales　was　smoking　a　cigar　and　from　time　to　time　he　delicately　raised　a　hand　in　front　of　his　mouth；　leant　sideways　and　spat　a　bit　of　leaf　out　on　the　ground。　Bond　could　not　hear　what　von　Hammerstein　was　saying；　but　his　ments　were　in　English　and　Gonzales　answered　in　English。　Bond　glanced　at　his　watch。　It　was　ten…thirty。　Since　the　scene　seemed　to　be　static；　Bond　sat　down　with　his　back　to　the　tree　and　went　over　the　Savage　with　minute　care。　At　the　same　time　he　thought　of　what　would　shortly　have　to　be　done　with　it。
　Bond　did　not　like　what　he　was　going　to　do；　and　all　the　way　from　England　he　had　had　to　keep　on　reminding　himself　what　sort　of　men　these　were。　The　killing　of　the　Havelocks　had　been　a　particularly　dreadful　killing。　Von　Hammerstein　and　his　gunmen　were　particularly　dreadful　men　whom　many　people　around　the　world　would　probably　be　very　glad　to　destroy；　as　this　girl　proposed　to　do；　out　of　private　revenge。　But　for　Bond　it　was　different。　He　had　no　personal　motives　against　them。　This　was　merely　his　job　…　as　it　was　the　job　of　a　pest　control　officer　to　kill　rats。　He　was　the　public　executioner　appointed　by　M　to　represent　the　munity。　In　a　way；　Bond　argued　to　himself；　these　men　were　as　much　enemies