iam fleming.for your eyes only-第25部分

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that　never　betrays　and　the　soft　swaying　progress　down　the　Grand　Canal　into　a　blood…red　sunset；　and　the　extreme　pleasure　…　so　it　seemed　…　of　the　Gritti　Palace　that　Bond　should　have　ordered　the　best　double　room　on　the　first　floor。
　That　evening；　scattering　thousand…lira　notes　like　leaves　in　Vallombrosa；　James　Bond　sought；　at　Harry's　Bar；　at　Florian's；　and　finally　upstairs　in　the　admirable　Quadri；　to　establish　to　anyone　who　might　be　interested　that　he　was　what　he　had　wished　to　appear　to　the　girl　…　a　prosperous　writer　who　lived　high　and　well。　Then；　in　the　temporary　state　of　euphoria　that　a　first　night　in　Venice　engenders；　however　high　and　serious　the　purpose　of　the　visitor；　James　Bond　walked　back　to　the　Gritti　and　had　eight　hours　dreamless　sleep。
　May　and　October　are　the　best　months　in　Venice。　The　sun　is　soft　and　the　nights　are　cool。　The　glittering　scene　is　kinder　to　the　eyes　and　there　is　a　freshness　in　the　air　that　helps　one　to　hammer　out　those　long　miles　of　stone　and　terrazza　and　marble　that　are　intolerable　to　the　feet　in　summer。　And　there　are　fewer　people。　Although　Venice　is　the　one　town　in　the　world　that　can　swallow　up　a　hundred　thousand　tourists　as　easily　as　it　can　a　thousand　…　hiding　them　down　its　side…streets；　using　them　for　crowd　scenes　on　the　piazzas；　stuffing　them　into　the　vaporetti　…　it　is　still　better　to　share　Venice　with　the　minimum　number　of　packaged　tours　and　Lederhosen。
　Bond　spent　the　next　morning　strolling　the　back…streets　in　the　hope　that　he　would　be　able　to　uncover　a　tail。　He　visited　a　couple　of　churches　…　not　to　admire　their　interiors　but　to　discover　if　anyone　came　in　after　him　through　the　main　entrance　before　he　left　by　the　side　door。　No　one　was　following　him。　Bond　went　to　Florian's　and　had　an　Americano　and　listened　to　a　couple　of　French　culture…snobs　discussing　the　imbalance　of　the　containing　facade　of　St　Mark's　Square。　On　an　impulse；　he　bought　a　postcard　and　sent　it　off　to　his　secretary　who　had　once　been　with　the　Georgian　Group　to　Italy　and　had　never　allowed　Bond　to　forget　it。　He　wrote：　〃Venice　is　wonderful。　Have　so　far　inspected　the　railway　station　and　the　Stock　Exchange。　Very　aesthetically　satisfying。　To　the　Municipal　Waterworks　this　afternoon　and　then　an　old　Brigitte　Bardot　at　the　Scala　Cinema。　Do　you　know　a　wonderful　tune　called　'O　Sole　Mio？'　It's　v。　romantic　like　everything　here。　JB。〃
　Pleased　with　his　inspiration；　Bond　had　an　early　luncheon　and　went　back　to　his　hotel。　He　locked　the　door　of　his　room　and　took　off　his　coat　and　ran　over　the　Walther　PPK。　He　put　up　the　safe　and　practised　one　or　two　quick　draws　and　put　the　gun　back　in　the　holster。　It　was　time　to　go。　He　went　along　to　the　landing…stage　and　boarded　the　twelve…forty　vaporetto　to　Alberoni；　out　of　sight　across　the　mirrored　lagoons。　Then　he　settled　down　in　a　seat　in　the　bows　and　wondered　what　was　going　to　happen　to　him。
　
　From　the　jetty　at　Alberoni；　on　the　Venice　side　of　the　Lido　peninsula；　there　is　a　half　mile　dusty　walk　across　the　neck　of　land　to　the　Bagni　Alberoni　facing　the　Adriatic。　It　is　a　curiously　deserted　world；　this　tip　of　the　famous　peninsula。　A　mile　down　the　thin　neck　of　land　the　luxury　real　estate　development　has　petered　out　in　a　scattering　of　cracked　stucco　villas　and　bankrupt　housing　projects；　and　here　there　is　nothing　but　the　tiny　fishing　village　of　Alberoni；　a　sanatorium　for　students；　a　derelict　experimental　station　belonging　to　the　Italian　Navy　and　some　massive　weed…choked　gun　emplacements　from　the　last　war。　In　the　no　man's　land　in　the　centre　of　this　thin　tongue　of　land　is　the　Golf　du　Lido；　whose　brownish　undulating　fairways　meander　around　the　ruins　of　ancient　fortifications。　Not　many　people　e　to　Venice　to　play　golf；　and　the　project　is　kept　alive　for　its　snob　appeal　by　the　grand　hotels　of　the　Lido。　The　golf　course　is　surrounded　by　a　high　wire　fence　hung　at　intervals；　as　if　it　protected　something　of　great　value　or　secrecy；　with　threatening　Vietatos　and　Prohibitos。　Around　this　wired　enclave；　the　scrub　and　sandhills　have　not　even　been　cleared　of　mines；　and　amongst　the　rusting　barbed　wire　are　signs　saying　MINAS。　PERICOLO　DI　MORTE　beneath　a　roughly　stencilled　skull　and　crossbones。　The　whole　area　is　strange　and　melancholy　and　in　extraordinary　contrast　to　the　gay　carnival　world　of　Venice　less　than　an　hour　away　across　the　lagoons。
　Bond　was　sweating　slightly　by　the　time　he　had　walked　the　half　mile　across　the　peninsula　to　the　plage；　and　he　stood　for　a　moment　under　the　last　of　the　acacia　trees　that　had　bordered　the　dusty　road　to　cool　off　while　he　got　his　bearings。　In　front　of　him　was　a　rickety　wooden　archway　whose　central　span　said　BAGNI　ALBERONI　in　faded　blue　paint。　Beyond　were　the　lines　of　equally　dilapidated　wooden　cabins；　and　then　a　hundred　yards　of　sand　and　then　the　quiet　blue　glass　of　the　sea。　There　were　no　bathers　and　the　place　seemed　to　be　closed；　but　when　he　walked　through　the　archway　he　heard　the　tinny　sound　of　a　radio　playing　Neapolitan　music。　It　came　from　a　ramshackle　hut　that　advertised　Coca…Cola　and　various　Italian　soft　drinks。　Deck…chairs　were　stacked　against　its　walls　and　there　were　two　pedallos　and　a　child's　half　inflated　seahorse。　The　whole　establishment　looked　so　derelict　that　Bond　could　not　imagine　it　doing　business　even　at　the　height　of　the　summer　season。　He　stepped　off　the　narrow　duckboards　into　the　soft；　burned　sand　and　moved　round　behind　the　huts　to　the　beach。　He　walked　down　to　the　edge　of　the　sea。　To　the　left；　until　it　disappeared　in　the　autumn　heat　haze；　the　wide　empty　sand　swept　away　in　a　slight　curve　towards　the　Lido　proper。　To　the　right　was　half　a　mile　of　beach　terminating　in　the　seawall　at　the　tip　of　the　peninsula。　The　seawall　stretched　like　a　finger　out　into　the　silent　mirrored　sea；　and　at　intervals　along　its　top　were　the　flimsy　derricks　of　the　octopus　fishermen。　Behind　the　beach　were　the　sandhills　and　a　section　of　the　wire　fence　surrounding　the　golf　course。　On　the　edge　of　the　sandhills；　perhaps　five　hundred　yards　away；　there　was　a　speck　of　bright　yellow。　
　Bond　set　off　towards　it　along　the　tide…line。
　〃Ahem。〃
　The　hands　flew　to　the　top　scrap　of　bikini　and　pulled　it　up。　Bond　walked　into　her　line　of　vision　and　stood　looking　down。　The　bright　shadow　of　the　umbrella　covered　only　her　face。　The　rest　of　her　…　a　burned　cream　body　in　a　black　bikini　on　a　black　and　white　striped　bath…towel　…　lay　offered　to　the　sun。
　She　looked　up　at　him　through　half　closed　eyelashes。　You　are　five　minutes　early　and　I　told　you　to　knock。〃
　Bond　sat　down　close　to　her　in　the　shade　of　the　big　umbrella。　He　took　out　a　handkerchief　and　wiped　his　face。　〃You　happen　to　own　the　only　palm　tree　in　the　whole　of　this　desert。　I　had　to　get　underneath　it　as　soon　as　I　could。　This　is　the　hell　of　a　place　for　a　rendezvous。〃
　She　laughed。　〃I　am　like　Greta　Garbo。　I　like　to　be　alone。〃
　〃Are　we　alone？〃
　She　opened　her　eyes　wide。　〃Why　not？　You　think　I　have　brought　a　chaperone？〃
　〃Since　you　think　all　men　are　pigs　。　。　。〃
　〃Ah；　but　you　are　a　gentleman　pig；〃　she　giggled。　〃A　milord　pig。　And　anyway；　it　is　too　hot　for　that　kind　of　thing。　And　there　is　too　much　sand。　And　besides　this　is　a　business　meeting；　no？　I　tell　you　stories　about　drugs　and　you　give　me　a　diamond　clip。　From　Van　Cleef。　Or　have　you　changed　your　mind？〃
　〃No。　That's　how　it　is。　Where　shall　we　begin？〃
　〃You　ask　the　questions。　What　is　it　you　want　to　know？〃　She　sat　up　and　pulled　her　knees　to　her　between　her　arms。　Flirtation　had　gone　out　of　her　eyes　and　they　had　bee　attentive；　and　perhaps　a　little　careful。
　Bond　noticed　the　change。　He　said　casually；　watching　her：　〃They　say　your　friend　Colombo　is　a　big　man　in　the　game。　Tell　me　about　him。　He　would　make　a　good　character　for　my　book　…　disguised；　of　course。　But　it's　the　detail　I　need。　How　does　he　operate；　and　so　on？　That's　not　the　sort　of　thing　a　writer　can　invent。〃
　She　veiled　her　eyes。　She　said：　〃Enrico　would　be　very　angry　if　he　knew　that　I　had　told　any　of　his　secrets。　I　don't　know　what　he　would　do　to　me。〃
　〃He　will　never　know。〃
　She　looked　at　him　seriously。　〃Lieber　Mr　Bond；　there　is　very　little　that　he　does　not　know。　And　he　is　also　quite　capable　of　acting　on　a　guess。　I　would　not　be　surprised〃　…　Bond　caught　her　quick　glance　at　his　watch　…　〃if　it　had　crossed　his　mind　to　have　me　followed　here。　He　is　a　very　suspicious　man。〃　She　put　her　hand　out　and　touched　his　sleeve。　Now　she　looked　nervous。　She　said　urgently：　〃I　think　you　had　better　go　now。　This　has　been　a　great　mistake。〃
　Bond　openly　looked　at　his　watch。　It　was　three…thirty。　He　moved　his　head　so　that　he　could　look　behind　the　umbrella　and　back　down　the　beach。　Far　down　by　the　bathing　huts；　their　outlines　dancing　slightly　in　the　heat　haze；　were　three　men　in　dark　clothes。　They　were　walking　purposefully　up　the　beach；　their　feet　keeping　step　as　if　they　were　a　squad。
　Bond　got　to　his　feet。　He　looked　down　at　the　bent　head。　He　said　drily：　〃I　see　what　you　mean。　Just　tell　Colombo　that　from　now　on　I'm　writing　his　life…story。　And　I'm　a　very　persistent　writer。　So　long。〃　Bond　started　running　up　the　sand　towards　the　tip　of　the　peninsula。　From　there　he　could　double　back　down　the　other　shore　to　the　village　and　the　safety　of　people。
　Down　the　beach　the　three　men　broke　into　a　fast　jogtrot；　elbows　and　legs　pounding　in　time　with　each　other　as　if　they　were　long…distance　runners　out　for　a　training　spi