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　In　the　private　bar　he　found　only　the　harman　and　one　other　guest。
　〃James；　darling；　what　a　surprise　to　find　you　here；　out　in　the　sticks！〃　Freddie　Fortune；　neat　in　an　emerald　shirt　and　tight　jeans　sat　in　a　window　seat。
　〃The　surprise　is　mutual；　Freddie。　　Drinking？〃
　〃Vodka　and　tonic；　darling。〃　He　got　the　drinks　from　a　friendly　harman；　and　carried　them　over　to　Freddie；　saying　loudly；　〃What　brings　you　here；　then？〃
　〃Oh；　I　adore　this　place。　　I　often　e　down　to　mune　with　nature　…　and　friends。　　Not　your　sort　of　place　though；　James。〃　Then　quietly；　〃So　glad　you　could　make　it。〃　Bond　said　he　was　glad　too。　　〃On　a　bit　of　a　downer。
　Sorry　about　the　other　night；　Freddie。　　Must've　bored　the　pants　off　you。。
　〃Oh　no；　darling；　I　wouldn't　say　that；〃〃　she　murmured。
　〃It　was　frightfully　touching；　actually。　　I　felt　terribly　sorry　for　you；　poor　lamb。〃
　〃Made　an　ass　of　myself。　　Forget　what　I　said；　eh？〃　Bond　felt　unutterably　foolish；　putting　on　the　style　of　Freddie's　London　friends。
　〃Forgotten　already；　darling。〃　She　took　a　quick　sip　of　her　vodka　and　tonic。　　〃So　you　wanted　to　get　out　of　the　hurly…burly；　yah？〃
　〃Yah。〃　Bond　almost　mimicked　her　affected　accent。
　〃Or　did　you　e　because　I　asked　you？〃　He　gave　a　non…mittal　〃Mmmm。〃
　〃Or；　perhaps；　the　possibility　of　work？〃
　〃Little　of　all　three；　Freddie。〃
　〃Three's　a　crowd。〃　She　snuggled　up　beside　him。　　For　a　second；　Bond　felt；　strangely；　that　Percy　was　there。　　They　lunched　together　from　a　menu　that　would　not　have　put　the　Connaught　to　shame；　then　walked　for　five　miles　or　so　across　the　fields　and　through　the　woodland；　getting　back　around　three…thirty。
　〃Just　in　time　for　a　nice　quiet　siesta。〃　Freddie　gave　him　the　e…to…bed　look；　and　Bond；　invigorated　by　the　walk；　was　in　no　mood　to　disappoint。
　First；　though；　he　made　an　excuse　to　go　over　to　the　Bentley；　where　he　retrieved　the　ASP　9mm　and　two　spare　clips　of　ammunition；　keeping　them　well　hidden　when　he　joined　Freddie　in　the　fort　of　her　room。
　She　was　lying　on　the　bed；　wearing　precious　little。
　Smiling　sweetly；　she　said；　〃e　and　bore　the　pants　off　me；　darling。〃
　〃Dinner？〃　Bond　asked　later；　as　they　sat　over　tea　in　the　residents'　lounge。　　The　hotel　had　filled　up；　and　three　Spanish　waiters　scurried　about　with　silver　teapots；　small　plates　of　sandwiches　and　fancy　cakes。　Like　Brown's　on　Sunday　afternoon；　but　without　the　polish；　Bond　thought。
　〃Oh　lord；　darling。〃　Freddie　put　on　her　〃devastated'　face。　　〃I　have　a　dinner　date。〃　Then　she　smiled。　　〃So　have　you；　if　we　play　our　cards　right。　　You　see；　I've　got　some　old　friends　who　live　here。〃　She　suddenly　became　confidential。
　〃Now　listen；　James；　they　could　be　a　godsend。　　You　were　serious　about　going　into　puters？　　Programming　and　all　that　sort　of　thing？　Micros？〃
　〃Absolutely。〃
　〃Super。　　Old　Jason'll　be　thrilled。〃
　〃Jason？〃
　〃My　friend　…　well　friends；　really。　　Jason　and　Dazzle　St。　John…Finnes。〃
　〃Dazzle？〃　Freddie　gave　an　impatient　back…flip　of　her　hand　…　〃Oh；　her　name's　Davide　or　something。　　Everyone　calls　her　Dazzle。
　Super　people。　
　Iinto　puters　in　a　really　big　way。　　They're　incredibly　clever　and　invent　frightfully　plicated　war　games。
　M　had　already　briefed　him　about　the　other　members　of　Jay　Autem　Holy's　entourage：　the　〃wife'；　Dazzle；　a　young　expert　called　Peter　Amadeus　（〃Austrian；　I　think；'　Freddie　now　added）；　and　the　even　younger　Cambridge　graduate；　Cindy　Chalmer。
　〃She's　an　absolute　hoot。〃　Freddie　became　expansive。
　〃The　locals　call　her　Sinful　Cindy；　and　she's　jolly　popular；　particularly　with　the　men。　　Black；　you　know。〃　No；　Bond　said；　he　did　not　know。　　But　he　would　like　to　find　out。　　How　did　Sinful　Cindy　get　on　with　Peter　Amadeus？
　〃Oh；　darling；　no　woman　has　anything　to　fear　…　or　hope　for　…　from　the　Amadeus　boy；　if　you　see　what　I　mean。
　Look；　I'll　give　Jason　a　bell。〃　Freddie；　like　many　of　her　kind；　affected　the　London　vernacular；　particularly　when　out　of　town。　　〃Just　to　make　certain　they　don't　mind　me　having　you　in　tow。〃　She　disappeared　for　about　five　minutes；　though　Bond　already　knew　what　the　answer　would　be。　Freddie；　he　had　to　admit；　was　a　nice　little　actress。
　The　Bull　〃We've　got　a　result；　James；'　she　said　when　she　came　back。
　〃They'd　absolutely　adore　to　have　you　to　dinner。〃　Just　as　he　knew　they　would；　and　she　knew　they　would。
　In　spite　of　her　affected　accent；　rather　silly　manner；　and　undeniable　sexual　availability；　Freddie　Fortune　was　a　loyal　friend；　naive　in　her　judgments；　but；　once　mitted；　to　cause　or　person；　she　became　unshakeable。　　Almost　certainly；　in　this　instance；　Freddie　was　being　used；　Bond　thought。　　She　probably　did　not　even　begin　to　understand　the　risks　or　dangers　which　could　face　him；　and　possibly　herself。
　Gently　he　questioned　her　in　an　attempt　to　discover　how　long　〃Old　Jason　and　Dazzle'　had　been　such　close　friends。　　She　hedged　a　little；　but　it　finally　transpired　that　she　had　known　them　for　exactly　two　months。
　They　went　in　the　Bentley。
　〃I　adore　the　smell　of　leather　in　a　car。　　So　positively　sexual。〃　Freddie　curled　up　in　the　large　armchair…sized　front　passenger　seat。
　Bond　was　careful　to　ask　for　directions。
　〃The　gates　will　probably　be　closed；　but　turn　in　and　wait。　　Jason〃　a　maniac　about　security。　　He　has　lots　of　incredible　electronic　devices。〃
　〃I'll　bet；'　Bond　said　under　his　breath；　but　obeyed　instructions；　turning　left　where　she　told　him　and　pushing　the　Mulsanne's　snout　to　within　an　inch　of　the　great　high　metal　barriers。
　He　would　have　put　money　on　their　being　made　of　steel；　worked　to　give　the　impression　of　ornamental　wrought　iron。　　There　were　three　great　locks　and　the　gate…hangings　were　shielded　behind　massive　Atone　pillars。
　There　had　to　be　some　kind　of　closed…circuit　television　system；　for　the　car　sat　waiting　only　a　matter　of　seconds　before　the　locks　clicked　audibly　and　the　gates　swung　back。
　As　Bond　had　already　divined；　Endor　was　a　large　house　with　about　twenty　rooms：　classical　Georgian　in　golden　Cotswold　stone；　with　a　pillared　porch　and　symmetrically　placed　sash　windows。　　The　crunch　of　gravel　under　the　Bentley's　wheels　was　a　sound　that　brought　back　many　memories　to　him　…　the　older　cars　he　had　once　owned；　and；　oddly；　school　days　when　he　read　the　books　of　Dornford　Yates；　with　their　adventurers　riding　forth　to　do　battle　in　Bentleys　or　Rolls…Royce　cars；　usually　to　protect　gorgeous　ladies　with　very　small　feet。
　Jason　St。　John…Finnes　…　Bond　had　to　think　of　him　by　that　name　stood　by　the　open　door；　light　shafting　on　to　the　turning　circle。　　He　had　made　no　attempt　at　disguise。
　The　decade　in　which　he　had　been　〃dead'　appeared　to　have　taken　no　toll；　for　he　looked　exactly　like　the　many　photographs　in　his　file　at　the　Regent's　Park　Headquarters。　　Tall　and　slim；　he　was　obviously　in　good　physical　condition；　for　he　moved　with　grace　and　purpose　…　an　athlete's　walk。　　The　famous　green　eyes　were　just　as　startling　as　everyone　maintained。　　By　turns　warm　or　cold；　they　were　almost　hypnotic；　lively　and　penetrating；　as　though　they　could　look　deeply　into　a　person's　heart。　The　nose　was　indeed　large　and　hooked；　a　great　；pill；　so　that　the　bination　of　bright　searching　eyes　d　the　big　sharp　nose　certainly　gave　the　impression　of　a　bird　of　prey。　　Bond　shuddered　inwardly。　　There　was　something　exceptionally　sinister　about　Dr　Jay　Autem　Holy。　　Yet　this　unsettling　fact　vanished　the　moment　he　started　to　speak。
　〃Freddie！〃　He　approached　her　with　a　kiss。　　〃How　splendid　to　see　you；　and　I'm　so　glad　to　meet　your　friend。〃　He　stretched　out　a　hand。
　〃Bond；　isn't　it？〃　The　voice　was　low；　pleasant；　and　full　of　laughter；　the　accent　mid…Atlantic；　almost　Bostonian；　the　handshake　firm；　strong；　warm　and　very　friendly。　　It　was　as　though　a　wave　of　goodwill　and　wele　were　transmitted　when　their　palms　touched。
　〃Ah；　here's　Dazzle。　　Darling；　this　is　Mr。　Bond。〃
　〃James；'　he　said；　already　in　danger　of　being　hypnotically　charmed　by　the　man。　　James　Bond。〃　For　a　few　seconds　his　heart　raced　as　he　gazed　at　the　tall；　slim　ash…blonde　woman　who　had　e　out　of　the　house。　　Then　he　realised　that　it　was　a　trick　of　the　light；　but　at　a　distance；　especially　as　now　at　dusk；　Dazzle　could　easily　be　taken　for　Percy　Proud：　the　same　hair；　figure　and　bone　structure；　even　the　same　movements。
　Dazzle　was　as　warm　and　weling　as　her　husband。
　The　pair　had　a　curious　effect；　as　though　together　they　were　able　to　enfold　you；　pulling　you　into　some　circle　of　enchantment。　　As　they　left　the　car　and　walked　into　the　spacious　hallway；　Bond　had　a　ridiculous　desire　to　throw　all　caution　to　the　wind；　sit　down　and　face　Jason　immediately；　asking　him　what　really　happened　on　that　day　so　long　ago　when　he　had　taken　off　on　the　ill…fated　flight。
　What　was　the　purpose　of　disappearing？　　What　was　he　up　to　now？　　And　how　did　Zwingli　fit　into　the　scheme　of　things？
　That　evening；　Bond　had　to　keep　a　strong　hold　on　himself　not　to　e　out　into　the　open。　　Between　them　Jason　and　the　vivacious　Dazzle　proved　to　be　a　daunting　couple。　　Within　minutes　of　being　in　their　pany　you　became　almost　old　friends。　　Jason；　the　story　went　was　Canadian　by　birth；　while　Dazzle　was　from　New　York；　though　you　would　have　been　hard　put　to　it　to　place　her　accent；　which　had　more　of　Knightsbridge　than　Fifth　Avenue　in　It。
　The　one　subject　never　discussed　in　detail　during　M's　briefings　had　been　finance；　but　now；　seeing　the　house　with　its　discreetly　elegant　decor　（〃Th