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　Then　he　threw　it　down　on　the　bed　as　if　it　had　been　a　scorpion。
　
　MY　DARLING　JAMES　＇the　letter　opened＇；
　I　love　you　with　all　my　heart　and　while　you　read　these　words　I　hope　you　still　love　me　because；　now；　with　these　words；　this　is　the　last　moment　that　your　love　will　last。　So　good…bye；　my　sweet　love；　while　we　still　love　each　other。　Good…bye；　my　darling。
　I　am　an　agent　of　the　MWD。　Yes；　I　am　a　double　agent　for　the　Russians。　I　was　taken　on　a　year　after　the　war　and　I　have　worked　for　them　ever　since。　I　was　in　love　with　a　Pole　in　the　RAF。　Until　you；　I　still　was。　You　can　find　out　who　he　was。　He　had　two　DSOs　and　after　the　war　he　was　trained　by　M　and　dropped　back　into　Poland。　They　caught　him　and　by　torturing　him　they　found　out　a　lot　and　also　about　me。　They　came　after　me　and　told　me　he　could　live　if　I　would　work　for　them。　He　knew　nothing　of　this；　but　he　was　allowed　to　write　to　me。　The　letter　arrived　on　the　fifteenth　of　each　month。　I　found　I　couldn't　stop。　I　couldn't　bear　the　idea　of　a　fifteenth　ing　round　without　his　letter。　It　would　mean　that　I　had　killed　him。　I　tried　to　give　them　as　little　possible。　You　must　believe　me　about　this。　Then　it　came　to　you。　I　told　them　you　had　been　given　this　job　at　Royale；　what　your　cover　was　and　so　on。　That　was　why　they　knew　about　you　before　you　arrived　and　why　they　had　time　to　put　the　microphones　in。　They　suspected　Le　Chiffre；　but　they　didn't　know　what　your　assignment　was　except　that　it　was　something　to　do　with　him。　That　was　all　I　told　them。
　Then　I　was　told　not　to　stand　behind　you　in　the　Casino　and　to　see　that　neither　Mathis　nor　Leiter　did。　That　was　why　the　gunman　was　nearly　able　to　shoot　you。　Then　I　had　to　stage　that　kidnapping。　You　may　have　wondered　why　I　was　so　quiet　in　the　night…club。　They　didn't　hurt　me　because　I　was　working　for　MWD。
　But　when　I　found　out　what　had　been　done　to　you；　even　though　it　was　Le　Chiffre　who　did　it　and　he　turned　out　to　be　a　traitor；　I　decided　I　couldn't　go　on。　By　that　time　I　had　begun　to　fall　in　love　with　you。　They　wanted　me　to　find　out　things　from　you　while　you　were　recovering；　but　I　refused。　I　was　controlled　from　Paris。　I　had　to　ring　up　an　Invalides　number　twice　a　day。　They　threatened　me；　and　finally　they　withdrew　my　control　and　I　knew　my　lover　in　Poland　would　have　to　die。　But　they　were　afraid　I　would　talk；　I　suppose；　and　I　got　a　final　warning　that　SMERSH　would　e　for　me　if　I　didn't　obey　them。　I　took　no　notice。　I　was　in　love　with　you。　Then　I　saw　the　man　with　the　black　patch　in　the　Splendide　and　I　found　he　had　been　making　inquiries　about　my　movements。　This　was　the　day　before　we　came　down　here。　I　hoped　I　could　shake　him　off。　I　decided　that　we　would　have　an　affair　and　I　would　escape　to　South　America　from　Le　Havre。　I　hoped　I　would　have　a　baby　of　yours　and　be　able　to　start　again　somewhere。　But　they　followed　us。　You　can't　get　away　from　them。
　I　knew　it　would　be　the　end　of　our　love　if　I　told　you。　I　realized　that　I　could　either　wait　to　be　killed　by　SMERSH；　would　perhaps　get　you　killed　too；　or　I　could　kill　myself。
　There　it　is；　my　darling　love。　You　can't　stop　me　calling　you　that　or　saying　that　I　love　you。　I　am　taking　that　with　me　and　the　memories　of　you。
　I　can't　tell　you　much　to　help　you。　The　Paris　number　was　Invalides　55200。　I　never　met　any　of　them　in　London。　Everything　was　done　through　an　acmodation　address；　a　newsagent's　at　450　Charing　Cross　Place。
　At　our　first　dinner　together　you　talked　about　that　man　in　Yugoslavia　who　was　found　guilty　of　treason。　He　said：　'I　was　carried　away　by　the　gale　of　the　world。'　That's　my　only　excuse。　That；　and　for　love　of　the　man　whose　life　I　tried　to　save。
　It's　late　now　and　I'm　tired；　and　you're　just　through　two　doors。　But　I've　got　to　be　brave。　You　might　save　my　life；　but　I　couldn't　bear　the　look　in　your　dear　eyes。
　My　love；　my　love。　 V。
　
　Bond　threw　the　letter　down。　Mechanically　he　brushed　his　fingers　together。　Suddenly　he　banged　his　temples　with　his　fists　and　stood　up。　For　a　moment　he　looked　out　towards　the　quiet　sea；　then　he　cursed　aloud；　one　harsh　obscenity。
　His　eyes　were　wet　and　he　dried　them。
　He　pulled　on　a　shirt　and　trousers　and　with　a　set　cold　face　he　walked　down　and　shut　himself　in　the　telephone　booth。
　While　he　was　getting　through　to　London；　he　calmly　reviewed　the　facts　of　Vesper's　letter。　They　all　fitted。　The　little　shadows　and　question…marks　of　the　past　four　weeks；　which　his　instinct　had　noted　but　his　mind　rejected；　all　stood　out　now　like　signposts。
　He　saw　her　now　only　as　a　spy。　Their　love　and　his　grief　were　relegated　to　the　boxroom　of　his　mind。　Later；　perhaps　they　would　be　dragged　out；　dispassionately　examined；　and　then　bitterly　thrust　back　with　other　sentimental　baggage　he　would　rather　forget。　Now　he　could　only　think　of　her　treachery　to　the　Service　and　to　her　country　and　of　the　damage　it　had　done。　His　professional　mind　was　pletely　absorbed　with　the　consequences　…　the　covers　which　must　have　been　blown　over　the　years；　the　codes　which　the　enemy　must　have　broken；　the　secrets　which　must　have　leaked　from　the　centre　of　the　very　section　devoted　to　penetrating　the　Soviet　Union。
　It　was　ghastly。　God　knew　how　the　mess　would　be　cleared　up。
　He　ground　his　teeth。　Suddenly　Mathis's　words　came　back　to　him：　'There　are　plenty　of　really　black　targets　around；'　and；　earlier；　'What　about　SMERSH？　I　don't　like　the　idea　of　these　chaps　running　around　France　killing　anyone　they　feel　has　been　a　traitor　to　their　precious　political　system。'
　How　soon　Mathis　had　been　proved　right　and　how　soon　his　own　little　sophistries　had　been　exploded　in　his　face！
　While　he；　Bond；　had　been　playing　Red　Indians　through　the　years　（yes；　Le　Chiffre's　description　was　perfectly　accurate）；　the　real　enemy　had　been　working　quietly；　coldly；　without　heroics；　right　there　at　his　elbow。
　He　suddenly　had　a　vision　of　Vesper　walking　down　a　corridor　with　documents　in　her　hand。　On　a　tray。　They　just　got　it　on　a　tray　while　the　cool　secret　agent　with　a　Double　O　number　was　gallivanting　round　the　world　…　playing　Red　Indians。
　His　fingernails　dug　into　the　palms　of　his　hands　and　his　body　sweated　with　shame。
　Well；　it　was　not　too　late。　Here　was　a　target　for　him；　right　to　hand。　He　would　take　on　SMERSH　and　hunt　it　down。　Without　SMERSH；　without　this　cold　weapon　of　death　and　revenge；　the　MWD　would　be　just　another　bunch　of　civil　servant　spies；　no　better　and　no　worse　than　any　of　the　western　services。
　SMERSH　was　the　spur。　Be　faithful；　spy　well；　or　you　die。　Inevitably　and　without　any　question；　you　will　be　hunted　down　and　killed。
　It　was　the　same　with　the　whole　Russian　machine。　Fear　was　the　impulse。　For　them　it　was　always　safer　to　advance　than　to　retreat。　Advance　against　the　enemy　and　the　bullet　might　miss　you。　Retreat；　evade；　betray；　and　the　bullet　would　never　miss。
　But　now　he　would　attack　the　arm　that　held　the　whip　and　the　gun。　The　business　of　espionage　could　be　left　to　the　white…collar　boys。　They　could　spy；　and　catch　the　spies。　He　would　go　after　the　threat　behind　the　spies；　the　threat　that　made　them　spy。
　The　telephone　rang　and　Bond　snatched　up　the　receiver。
　He　was　on　to　'the　Link'；　the　outside　liaison　officer　who　was　the　only　man　in　London　he　might　telephone　from　abroad。　Then　only　in　dire　necessity。
　'This　is　007　speaking。　This　is　an　open　line。　It's　an　emergency。　Can　you　hear　me？　Pass　this　on　at　once。　3030　was　a　double；　working　for　Redland。
　'Yes；　dammit；　I　said　〃was〃。　The　bitch　is　dead　now。'