iam fleming.for your eyes only-第22部分

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　duty。　This　duty　was　espionage；　and　when　necessary　sabotage　and　subversion。　Anything　else　was　a　misuse　of　the　Service　and　of　Secret　Funds　which；　God　knows；　were　meagre　enough。
　〃Any　questions？〃　M's　jaw　stuck　out　like　the　prow　of　a　ship。　The　jaw　seemed　to　tell　Bond　to　pick　up　the　files　and　get　the　hell　out　of　the　office　and　let　M　move　on　to　something　important。
　Bond　knew　that　a　part　of　all　this　…　if　only　a　small　part　…　was　an　act。　M　had　certain　bees　in　his　bonnet。　They　were　famous　in　the　Service；　and　M　knew　they　were。　But　that　did　not　mean　that　he　would　allow　them　to　stop　buzzing。　There　were　queen　bees；　like　the　misuse　of　the　Service；　and　the　search　for　true　as　distinct　from　wishful　intelligence；　and　there　were　worker　bees。　These　included　such　idiosyncrasies　as　not　employing　men　with　beards；　or　those　who　were　pletely　bilingual；　instantly　dismissing　men　who　tried　to　bring　pressure　to　bear　on　him　through　family　relationships　with　members　of　the　Cabinet；　mistrusting　men　or　women　who　were　too　'dressy'；　and　those　who　called　him　'sir'　off…duty；　and　having　an　exaggerated　faith　in　Scotsmen。　But　M　was　ironically　conscious　of　his　obsessions；　as；　thought　Bond；　a　Churchill　or　a　Montgomery　were　about　theirs。　He　never　minded　his　bluff；　as　it　partly　was；　being　called　on　any　of　them。　Moreover；　he　would　never　have　dreamed　of　sending　Bond　out　on　an　assignment　without　proper　briefing。
　Bond　knew　all　this。　He　said　mildly：　〃Two　things；　sir。　Why　are　we　taking　this　thing　on；　and　what　lead；　if　any；　have　Station　I　got　towards　the　people　involved　in　it？〃
　M　gave　Bond　a　hard；　sour　look。　He　swivelled　his　chair　sideways　so　that　he　could　watch　the　high；　scudding　October　clouds　through　the　broad　window。　He　reached　out　for　his　pipe；　blew　through　it　sharply；　and　then；　as　if　this　action　had　let　off　the　small　head　of　steam；　replaced　it　gently　on　the　desk。　When　he　spoke；　his　voice　was　patient；　reasonable。　〃As　you　can　imagine；　007；　I　do　not　wish　the　Service　to　bee　involved　in　this　drug　business。　Earlier　this　year　I　had　to　take　you　off　other　duties　for　a　fortnight　so　that　you　could　go　to　Mexico　and　chase　off　that　Mexican　grower。　You　nearly　got　yourself　killed。　I　sent　you　as　a　favour　to　the　Special　Branch。　When　they　asked　for　you　again　to　tackle　this　Italian　gang　I　refused。　Ronnie　Vallance　went　behind　my　back　to　the　Home　Office　and　the　Ministry　of　Health。　The　Ministers　pressed　me。　I　said　that　you　were　needed　here　and　that　I　had　no　one　else　to　spare。　Then　the　two　Ministers　went　to　the　PM。〃　M　paused。　〃And　that　was　that。　I　must　say　the　PM　was　very　persuasive。　Took　the　line　that　heroin；　in　the　quantities　that　have　been　ing　in；　is　an　instrument　of　psychological　warfare　…　that　it　saps　a　country's　strength。　He　said　he　wouldn't　be　surprised　to　find　that　this　wasn't　just　a　gang　of　Italians'　out　to　make　big　money　…　that　subversion　and　not　money　was　at　the　back　of　it。〃　M　smiled　sourly。　〃I　expect　Ronnie　Vallance　thought　up　that　line　of　argument。　Apparently　his　narcotics　people　have　been　having　the　devil　of　a　time　with　the　traffic　…　trying　to　stop　it　getting　a　hold　on　the　teenagers　as　it　has　in　America。　Seems　the　dance　halls　and　the　amusement　arcades　are　full　of　pedlars。　Vallance's　Ghost　Squad　have　managed　to　penetrate　back　up　the　line　to　one　of　the　middle…men；　and　there's　no　doubt　it's　all　ing　from　Italy；　hidden　in　Italian　tourists'　cars。　Vallance　has　done　what　he　can　through　the　Italian　police　and　Interpol；　and　got　nowhere。　They　get　so　far　back　up　the　pipeline；　arrest　a　few　little　people；　and　then；　when　they　seem　to　be　getting　near　the　centre；　there's　a　blank　wall。　The　inner　ring　of　distributors　are　too　frightened　or　too　well　paid。〃
　Bond　interrupted。　〃Perhaps　there's　protection　somewhere；　sir。　That　Montesi　business　didn't　look　so　good。〃
　M　shrugged　impatiently。　〃Maybe；　maybe。　And　you'll　have　to　watch　out　for　that　too；　but　my　impression　is　that　the　Montesi　case　resulted　in　a　pretty　extensive　clean…up。　Anyway；　when　the　PM　gave　me　the　order　to　get　on　with　it；　it　occurred　to　me　to　have　a　talk　with　Washington。　CIA　were　very　helpful。　You　know　the　Narcotics　Bureau　have　a　team　in　Italy。　Have　had　ever　since　the　War。　They're　nothing　to　do　with　CIA　…　run　by　the　American　Treasury　Department；　of　all　people。　The　American　Treasury　control　a　so…called　Secret　Service　that　looks　after　drug　smuggling　and　counterfeiting。　Pretty　crazy　arrangement。　Often　wonder　what　the　FBI　must　think　of　it。　However；〃　M　slowly　swivelled　his　chair　away　from　the　window。　He　linked　his　hands　behind　his　head　and　leaned　back；　looking　across　the　desk　at　Bond。　〃The　point　is　that　the　CIA　Rome　Station　works　pretty　closely　with　this　little　narcotics　team。　Has　to；　to　prevent　crossed　lines　and　so　on。　And　CIA　…　Alan　Dulles　himself；　as　a　matter　of　fact　…　gave　me　the　name　of　the　top　narcotics　agent　used　by　the　Bureau。　Apparently　he's　a　double。　Does　a　little　smuggling　as　cover。　Chap　called　Kristatos。　Dulles　said　that　of　course　he　couldn't　involve　his　people　in　any　way　and　he　was　pretty　certain　the　Treasury　Department　wouldn't　wele　their　Rome　Bureau　playing　too　closely　with　us。　But　he　said　that；　if　I　wished；　he　would　get　word　to　this　Kristatos　that　one　of　our；　er；　best　men　would　like　to　make　contact　with　a　view　to　doing　business。　I　said　I　would　much　appreciate　that；　and　yesterday　I　got　word　that　the　rendezvous　is　fixed　for　the　day　after　tomorrow。〃　M　gestured　towards　the　files　in　front　of　Bond。
　〃You'll　find　all　the　details　in　there。〃
　There　was　a　brief　silence　in　the　room。　Bond　was　thinking　that　the　whole　affair　sounded　unpleasant　probably　dangerous　and　certainly　dirty。　With　the　last　quality　in　mind；　Bond　got　to　his　feet　and　picked　up　the　files。　〃All　right；　sir。　It　looks　like　money。　How　much　will　we　pay　for　the　traffic　to　stop？〃
　M　let　his　chair　tip　forward。　He　put　his　hands　flat　down　on　the　desk；　side　by　side。　He　said　roughly：　〃A　hundred　thousand　pounds。　In　any　currency。　That's　the　PM's　figure。　But　I　don't　want　you　to　get　hurt。　Certainly　not　picking　other　people's　coals　out　of　the　fire。　So　you　can　go　up　to　another　hundred　thousand　if　there's　bad　trouble。　Drugs　are　the　biggest　and　tightest　ring　in　crime。〃　M　reached　for　his　in…basket　and　took　out　a　file　of　signals。　Without　looking　up　he　said：　〃Look　after　yourself。〃
　
　Signor　Kristatos　picked　up　the　menu。　He　said：　〃I　do　not　beat　about　bushes；　Mr　Bond。　How　much？〃
　〃Fifty　thousand　pounds　for　one　hundred　per　cent　results。〃
　Kristatos　said　indifferently：　〃Yes。　Those　are　important　funds。　I　shall　have　melon　with　prosciutto　ham　and　a　chocolate　ice…cream。　I　do　not　eat　greatly　at　night。　These　people　have　their　own　Chianti。　I　mend　it。〃
　The　waiter　came　and　there　was　a　brisk　rattle　of　Italian。　Bond　ordered　Tagliatelli　Verdi　with　a　Genoese　sauce　which　Kristatos　said　was　improbably　concocted　of　basil；　garlic　and　fir　cones。
　When　the　waiter　had　gone；　Kristatos　sat　and　chewed　silently　on　a　wooden　toothpick。　His　face　gradually　became　dark　and　glum　as　if　bad　weather　had　e　to　his　mind。　The　black；　hard　eyes　that　glanced　restlessly　at　everything　in　the　restaurant　except　Bond；　glittered。　Bond　guessed　that　Kristatos　was　wondering　whether　or　not　to　betray　somebody。　Bond　said　encouragingly：　〃In　certain　circumstances；　there　might　be　more。〃
　Kristatos　seemed　to　make　up　his　mind。　He　said：　〃So？〃　He　pushed　back　his　chair　and　got　up。　〃Forgive　me。　I　must　visit　the　toiletta。〃　He　turned　and　walked　swiftly　towards　the　back　of　the　restaurant。
　Bond　was　suddenly　hungrier　and　thirsty。　He　poured　out　a　large　glass　of　Chianti　and　swallowed　half　of　it。　He　broke　a　roll　and　began　eating；　smothering　each　mouthful　with　deep　yellow　butter。　He　wondered　why　rolls　and　butter　are　delicious　only　in　France　and　Italy。　There　was　nothing　else　on　his　mind。　It　was　just　a　question　of　waiting。　He　had　confidence　in　Kristatos。　He　was　a　big；　solid　man　who　was　trusted　by　the　Americans。　He　was　probably　making　some　telephone　call　that　would　be　decisive。　Bond　felt　in　good　spirits。　He　watched　the　passers…by　through　the　plate…glass　window。　A　man　selling　one　of　the　Party　papers　went　by　on　a　bicycle。　Flying　from　the　basket　in　front　of　the　handlebars　was　a　pennant。　In　red　on　white　it　said：　PROGRESSO？　…　SI！　…　AVVENTURI？　…　NO！　Bond　smiled。　That　was　how　it　was。　Let　it　so　remain　for　the　rest　of　the　assignment。
　
　On　the　far　side　of　the　square；　rather　plain　room；　at　the　corner　table　by　the　caisse；　the　plump　fair…haired　girl　with　the　dramatic　mouth　said　to　the　jovial　good…living　man　with　the　thick　rope　of　spaghetti　joining　his　face　to　the　plate：　〃He　has　a　rather　cruel　smile。　But　he　is　very　handsome。　Spies　aren't　usually　so　good…looking。　Are　you　sure　you　are　right；　mein　T？ubchen？〃
　The　man's　teeth　cut　through　the　rope。　He　wiped　his　mouth　on　a　napkin　already　streaked　with　tomato　sauce；　belched　sonorously　and　said：　〃Santos　is　never　wrong　about　these　things。　He　has　a　nose　for　spies。　That　is　why　I　chose　him　as　the　permanent　tail　for　that　bastard　Kristatos。　And　who　else　but　a　spy　would　think　of　spending　an　evening　with　the　pig？　But　we　will　make　sure。〃　The　man　took　out　of　his　pocket　one　of　those　cheap　tin　snappers　that　are　sometimes　given　out；　with　paper　hats　and　whistles；　on　carnival　nights。　It　gave　one　sharp　click。　The　ma？tre　d'h？tel　on　the　far　side　of　the　room　stopped　whatever　he　was　doing　and　hurried　over。
　〃Si；　padrone。〃
　The　ma