iam fleming.for your eyes only-第16部分

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　The　echoes；　the　echoes　of　much　death；　rolled　to　and　fro　across　the　valley。　Away　to　the　right；　in　the　trees　beyond　the　lake；　he　caught　a　glimpse　of　the　two　girls　running　up　towards　the　house。　Soon　they；　if　the　maids　had　not　already　done　so；　would　be　on　to　the　State　troopers。　It　was　time　to　get　moving。
　Bond　walked　back　through　the　meadow　to　the　lone　maple。　The　girl　was　there。　She　stood　up　against　the　trunk　of　the　tree　with　her　back　to　him。　Her　head　was　cradled　in　her　arms　against　the　tree。　Blood　was　running　down　the　right　arm　and　dripping　to　the　ground；　and　there　was　a　black　stain　high　up　on　the　sleeve　of　the　dark　green　shirt。　The　bow　and　quiver　of　arrows　lay　at　her　feet。　Her　shoulders　were　shaking。
　Bond　came　up　behind　her　and　put　a　protective　arm　across　her　shoulders。　He　said　softly：　〃Take　it　easy；　Judy。　It's　all　over　now。　How　bad's　the　arm？〃
　She　said　in　a　muffled　voice：　〃It's　nothing。　Something　hit　me。　But　that　was　awful。　I　didn't　…　I　didn't　know　it　would　be　like　that。〃
　Bond　pressed　her　arm　reassuringly。　〃It　had　to　be　done。　They'd　have　got　you　otherwise。　Those　were　pro　killers　…　the　worst。　But　I　told　you　this　sort　of　thing　was　man's　work。　Now　then；　let's　have　a　look　at　your　arm。　We've　got　to　get　going　…　over　the　border。　The　troopers'll　be　here　before　long。〃
　She　turned。　The　beautiful　wild　face　was　streaked　with　sweat　and　tears。　Now　the　grey　eyes　were　soft　and　obedient。　She　said：　〃It's　nice　of　you　to　be　like　that。　After　the　way　I　was。　I　was　sort　of　…　sort　of　wound　up。〃
　She　held　out　her　arm。　Bond　reached　for　the　hunting…knife　at　her　belt　and　cut　off　her　shirtsleeve　at　the　shoulder。　There　was　the　bruised；　bleeding　gash　of　a　bullet　wound　across　the　muscle。　Bond　took　out　his　own　khaki　handkerchief；　cut　it　into　three　lengths　and　joined　them　together。　He　washed　the　wound　dean　with　the　coffee　and　whisky；　and　then　took　a　thick　slice　of　bread　from　his　haversack　and　bound　it　over　the　wound。　He　cut　her　shirtsleeve　into　a　sling　and　reached　behind　her　neck　to　tie　the　knot。　Her　mouth　was　inches　from　his。　The　scent　of　her　body　had　a　warm　animal　tang。　Bond　kissed　her　once　softly　on　the　lips　and　once　again；　hard。　He　tied　the　knot。　He　looked　into　the　grey　eyes　close　to　his。　They　looked　surprised　and　happy。　He　kissed　her　again　at　each　corner　of　the　mouth　and　the　mouth　slowly　smiled。　Bond　stood　away　from　her　and　smiled　back。　He　softly　picked　up　her　right　hand　and　slipped　the　wrist　into　the　sling。　She　said　docilely：　〃Where　are　you　taking　me？〃
　Bond　said：　〃I'm　taking　you　to　London。　There's　this　old　man　who　will　want　to　see　you。　But　first　we've　got　to　get　over　into　Canada；　and　I'll　talk　to　a　friend　in　Ottawa　and　get　your　passport　straightened　out。　You'll　have　to　get　some　clothes　and　things。　It'll　take　a　few　days。　We'll　be　staying　in　a　place　called　the　KO…ZEE　Motel。〃
　She　looked　at　him。　She　was　a　different　girl。　She　said　softly：　〃That'll　be　nice。　I've　never　stayed　in　a　motel。〃
　Bond　bent　down　and　picked　up　his　rifle　and　knapsack　and　slung　them　over　one　shoulder。　Then　he　hung　her　bow　and　quiver　over　the　other；　and　turned　and　started　up　through　the　meadow。
　She　fell　in　behind　and　followed　him；　and　as　she　walked　she　pulled　the　tired　bits　of　golden…rod　out　of　her　hair　and　undid　a　ribbon　and　let　the　pale　gold　hair　fall　down　to　her　shoulders。
　
　
　
　QUANTUM　OF　SOLACE
　
　James　Bond　said：　〃I've　always　thought　that　if　I　ever　married　I　would　marry　an　air　hostess。〃
　The　dinner　party　had　been　rather　sticky；　and　now　that　the　other　two　guests　had　left　acpanied　by　the　ADC　to　catch　their　plane；　the　Governor　and　Bond　were　sitting　together　on　a　chintzy　sofa　in　the　large　Office　of　Works　furnished　drawing…room；　trying　to　make　conversation。　Bond　had　a　sharp　sense　of　the　ridiculous。　He　was　never　fortable　sitting　deep　in　soft　cushions。　He　preferred　to　sit　up　in　a　solidly　upholstered　armed　chair　with　his　feet　firmly　on　the　ground。　And　he　felt　foolish　sitting　with　an　elderly　bachelor　on　his　bed　of　rose　chintz　gazing　at　the　coffee　and　liqueurs　on　the　low　table　between　their　outstretched　feet。　There　was　something　clubable；　intimate；　even　rather　feminine；　about　the　scene　and　none　of　these　atmospheres　was　appropriate。
　Bond　didn't　like　Nassau。　Everyone　was　too　rich。　The　winter　visitors　and　the　residents　who　had　houses　on　the　island　talked　of　nothing　but　their　money；　their　diseases　and　their　servant　problems。　They　didn't　even　gossip　well。　There　was　nothing　to　gossip　about。　The　winter　crowd　were　all　too　old　to　have　love　affairs　and；　like　most　rich　people；　too　cautious　to　say　anything　malicious　about　their　neighbours。　The　Harvey　Millers　the　couple　that　had　just　left；　were　typical　…　a　pleasant　rather　dull　Canadian　millionaire　who　had　got　into　Natural　Gas　early　on　and　stayed　with　it；　and　his　pretty　chatterbox　of　a　wife。　It　seemed　that　she　was　English。　She　had　sat　next　to　Bond　and　chattered　vivaciously　about　'what　shows　he　had　recently　seen　in　town'　and　'didn't　he　think　the　Savoy　Grill　was　the　nicest　place　for　supper。　One　saw　so　many　interesting　people　…　actresses　and　people　like　that'。　Bond　had　done　his　best；　but　since　he　had　not　seen　a　play　for　two　years；　and　then　only　because　the　man　he　was　following　in　Vienna　had　gone　to　it；　he　had　had　to　rely　on　rather　dusty　memories　of　London　night　life　which　somehow　failed　to　marry　up　with　the　experiences　of　Mrs　Harvey　Miller。
　Bond　knew　that　the　Governor　had　asked　him　to　dinner　only　as　a　duty；　and　perhaps　to　help　out　with　the　Harvey　Millers。　Bond　had　been　in　the　Colony　for　a　week　and　was　leaving　for　Miami　the　next　day。　It　had　been　a　routine　investigation　job。　Arms　were　getting　to　the　Castro　rebels　in　Cuba　from　all　the　neighbouring　territories。　They　had　been　ing　principally　from　Miami　and　the　Gulf　of　Mexico；　but　when　the　US　Coastguards　had　seized　two　big　shipments；　the　Castro　supporters　had　turned　to　Jamaica　and　the　Bahamas　as　possible　bases；　and　Bond　had　been　sent　out　from　London　to　put　a　stop　to　it。　He　hadn't　wanted　to　do　the　job。　If　anything；　his　sympathies　were　with　the　rebels；　but　the　Government　had　a　big　export　programme　with　Cuba　in　exchange　for　taking　more　Cuban　sugar　than　they　wanted；　and　a　minor　condition　of　the　deal　was　that　Britain　should　not　give　aid　or　fort　to　the　Cuban　rebels。　Bond　had　found　out　about　the　two　big　cabin　cruisers　that　were　being　fitted　out　for　the　job；　and　rather　than　make　arrests　when　they　were　about　to　sail；　thus　causing　an　incident；　he　had　chosen　a　very　dark　night　and　crept　up　on　the　boats　in　a　police　launch。　From　the　deck　of　the　unlighted　launch　he　had　tossed　a　thermite　bomb　through　an　open　port　of　each　of　them。　He　had　then　made　off　at　high　speed　and　watched　the　bonfire　from　a　distance。　Bad　luck　on　the　insurance　panies；　of　course；　but　there　were　no　casualties　and　he　had　achieved　quickly　and　neatly　what　M　had　told　him　to　do。
　So　far　as　Bond　was　aware；　no　one　in　the　Colony；　except　the　Chief　of　Police　and　two　of　his　officers；　knew　who　had　caused　the　two　spectacular；　and　…　to　those　in　the　know　…　timely　fires　in　the　roadstead。　Bond　had　reported　only　to　M　in　London。　He　had　not　wished　to　embarrass　the　Governor；　who　seemed　to　him　an　easily　embarrassable　man；　and　it　could　in　fact　have　been　unwise　to　give　him　knowledge　of　a　felony　which　might　easily　be　the　subject　of　a　question　in　the　Legislative　Council。　But　the　Governor　was　no　fool。　He　had　known　the　purpose　of　Bond's　visit　to　the　Colony；　and　that　evening；　when　Bond　had　shaken　him　by　the　hand；　the　dislike　of　a　peaceable　man　for　violent　action　had　been　municated　to　Bond　by　something　constrained　and　defensive　in　the　Governor's　manner。
　This　had　been　no　help　to　the　dinner　party；　and　it　had　needed　all　the　chatter　and　gush　of　a　hard…working　ADC　to　give　the　evening　the　small　semblance　of　life　it　had　achieved。
　And　now　it　was　only　nine…thirty；　and　the　Governor　and　Bond　were　faced　with　one　more　polite　hour　before　they　could　go　gratefully　to　their　beds；　each　relieved　that　he　would　never　have　to　see　the　other　again。　Not　that　Bond　had　anything　against　the　Governor。　He　belonged　to　a　routine　type　that　Bond　had　often　encountered　round　the　world　…　solid；　loyal；　petent；　sober　and　just：　the　best　type　of　Colonial　Civil　Servant。　Solidly；　petently；　loyally　he　would　have　filled　the　minor　posts　for　thirty　years　while　the　Empire　crumbled　around　him；　and　now；　just　in　time；　by　sticking　to　the　ladders　and　avoiding　the　snakes；　he　had　got　to　the　top。　In　a　year　or　two　it　would　be　the　GCB　and　out　…　out　to　Godalming；　or　Cheltenham　or　Tunbridge　Wells　with　a　pension　and　a　small　packet　of　memories　of　places　like　the　Trucial　Oman；　the　Leeward　Islands；　British　Guiana；　that　no　one　at　the　local　golf　club　would　have　heard　of　or　would　care　about。　And　yet；　Bond　had　reflected　that　evening；　how　many　small　dramas　such　as　the　affair　of　the　Castro　rebels　must　the　Governor　have　witnessed　or　been　privy　to！　How　much　he　would　know　about　the　chequerboard　of　the　small…power　politics；　the　scandalous　side　of　life　in　small　munities　abroad；　the　secrets　of　people　that　lie　in　the　files　of　Government　Houses　round　the　world。　But　how　could　one　strike　a　spark　off　this　rigid；　discreet　mind？　How　could　he；　James　Bond；　whom　the　Governor　obviously　regarded　as　a　dangerous　man　and　as　a　possible　source　of　danger　to　his　own　career；　extract　one　ounce　of　interesting　fact　or　ment　to　save　the　evening　from