iam fleming.for your eyes only-第3章

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Head　of　F　handed　the　map　to　Bond　and　walked　back　to　his　desk。　〃And　that's　about　the　lot；　except　that　all　the　usual　steps　have　been　taken　…　frontiers；　ports；　aerodromes　and　so　forth。　But　that　sort　of　thing　won't　help。　If　it　was　a　professional　job；　whoever　did　it　could　have　had　the　stuff　out　of　the　country　by　midday　or　into　an　embassy　in　Paris　inside　an　hour。〃
　Bond　said　impatiently：　〃Exactly！　And　so　what　the　hell　does　M　expect　me　to　do？　Tell　SHAPE　Security　to　do　it　all　over　again；　but　better？　This　sort　of　thing　isn't　my　line　at　all。　Bloody　waste　of　time。〃
　Head　of　F　smiled　sympathetically。　〃Matter　of　fact　I　put　much　the　same　point　of　view　to　M　over　the　scrambler。　Tactfully。　The　old　man　was　quite　reasonable。　Said　he　wanted　to　show　SHAPE　he　was　taking　the　business　just　as　seriously　as　they　were。　You　happened　to　be　available　and　more　or　less　on　the　spot；　and　he　said　you　had　the　sort　of　mind　that　might　pick　up　the　invisible　factor。　I　asked　him　what　he　meant；　and　he　said　that　at　all　closely　guarded　headquarters　there's　bound　to　be　an　invisible　man　…　a　man　everyone　takes　so　much　for　granted　that　he　just　isn't　noticed　…　gardener；　window　cleaner；　postman。　I　said　that　SHAPE　had　thought　of　that；　and　that　all　those　sort　of　jobs　were　done　by　enlisted　men。　M　told　me　not　to　be　so　literal…minded　and　hung　up。〃
　Bond　laughed。　He　could　see　M's　frown　and　hear　the　crusty　voice。　He　said：　〃All　right；　then。　I'll　see　what　I　can　do。　Who　do　I　report　back　to？〃
　〃Here。　M　doesn't　want　the　St　Germain　unit　to　get　involved。　Anything　you　have　to　say　I'll　put　straight　on　the　printer　to　London。　But　I　may　not　be　available　when　you　call　up。　I'll　make　someone　your　duty　officer　and　you'll　be　able　to　get　them　any　time　in　the　twenty…four　hours。　Russell　can　do　it。　She　picked　you　up。　She　might　as　well　carry　you。　Suit　you？〃
　〃Yes；〃　said　Bond。　〃That'll　be　all　right。〃
　The　battered　Peugeot；　mandeered　by　Rattray；　smelled　of　her。　There　were　bits　of　her　in　the　glove　partment　…　half　a　packet　of　Suchard　milk　chocolate；　a　twist　of　paper　containing　bobby　pins；　a　paperback　John　O'Hara；　a　single　black　suede　glove。　Bond　thought　about　her　as　far　as　the　Etoile　and　then　closed　his　mind　to　her　and　pushed　the　car　along　fast　through　the　Bois。　Rattray　had　said　it　would　take　about　fifteen　minutes　at　fifty。　Bond　said　to　halve　the　speed　and　double　the　time　and　to　tell　Colonel　Schreiber　that　he　would　be　with　him　by　nine…thirty。　After　the　Porte　de　St　Cloud　there　was　little　traffic；　and　Bond　held　seventy　on　the　autoroute　until　the　second　exit　road　came　up　on　his　right　and　there　was　the　red　arrow　for　SHAPE。　Bond　turned　up　the　slope　and　on　to　N184。　Two　hundred　yards　farther；　in　the　centre　of　the　road；　was　the　traffic　policeman　Bond　had　been　told　to　look　out　for。　The　policeman　waved　him　in　through　the　big　gates　on　the　left　and　he　pulled　up　at　the　first　checkpoint。　A　grey…uniformed　American　policeman　hung　out　of　his　cabin　and　glanced　at　his　pass。　He　was　told　to　pull　inside　and　hold　it。　Now　a　French　policeman　took　his　pass；　noted　the　details　on　a　printed　form　clipped　to　a　board；　gave　him　a　large　plastic　windscreen　number　and　waved　him　on。　As　Bond　pulled　in　to　the　car　park；　with　theatrical　suddenness　a　hundred　arc…lights　blazed　and　lit　up　the　acre　of　low…lying　hutments　in　front　of　him　as　if　it　was　day。　Feeling　naked；　Bond　walked　across　the　open　gravel　beneath　the　flags　of　the　NATO　countries　and　ran　up　the　four　shallow　steps　to　the　wide　glass　doors　that　gave　entrance　to　the　Supreme　Headquarters　Allied　Forces　Europe。　Now　there　was　the　main　Security　desk。　American　and　French　military　police　checked　his　pass　and　noted　the　details。　He　was　handed　over　to　a　red…capped　British　MP　and　led　off　down　the　main　corridor　past　endless　office　doors。　They　bore　no　names　but　the　usual　alphabetical　abracadabra　of　all　headquarters。　One　said　STRIKFLTLANT　AND　SACLANT　LIAISON　TO　SACEUR。　Bond　asked　what　it　meant。　The　military　policeman；　either　ignorant　or；　more　probably；　security…minded；　said　stolidly：　〃Couldn't　rightly　say；　sir。〃
　Behind　a　door　that　said　Colonel　G。　A。　Schreiber；　Chief　of　Security；　Headquarters　mand；　was　a　ramrod…straight；　middle…aged　American　with　greying　hair　and　the　politely　negative　manner　of　a　bank　manager。　There　were　several　family　photographs　in　silver　frames　on　his　desk　and　a　vase　containing　one　white　rose。　There　was　no　smell　of　tobacco　smoke　in　the　room。　After　cautiously　amiable　preliminaries；　Bond　congratulated　the　Colonel　on　his　security。　He　said：　〃All　these　checks　and　double　checks　don't　make　it　easy　for　the　opposition。　Have　you　ever　lost　anything　before；　or　have　you　ever　found　signs　of　a　serious　attempt　at　a　coup？〃
　〃No　to　both　questions；　mander。　I'm　quite　satisfied　about　Headquarters。　It's　only　the　outlying　units　that　worry　me。　Apart　from　this　section　of　your　Secret　Service；　we　have　various　detached　signal　units。　Then；　of　course；　there　are　the　Home　Ministries　of　fourteen　different　nations。　I　can't　answer　for　what　may　leak　from　those　quarters。〃
　〃It　can't　be　an　easy　job；〃　agreed　Bond。　〃Now；　about　this　mess。　Has　anything　else　e　up　since　Wing　mander　Rattray　spoke　to　you　last？〃
　〃Got　the　bullet。　Luger。　Severed　the　spinal　cord。　Probably　fired　at　around　thirty　yards；　give　or　take　ten　yards。　Assuming　our　man　was　riding　a　straight　course；　the　bullet　must　have　been　fired　from　dead　astern　on　a　level　trajectory。　Since　it　can't　have　been　a　man　standing　in　the　road；　the　killer　must　have　been　moving　in　or　on　some　vehicle。〃
　〃So　your　man　would　have　seen　him　in　the　driving…mirror？〃
　〃Probably。〃
　〃If　your　riders　find　themselves　being　followed；　do　they　have　any　instructions　about　taking　evasive　action？〃
　The　Colonel　smiled　slightly。　〃Sure。　They're　told　to　go　like　hell。〃
　〃And　at　what　speed　did　your　man　crash？〃
　〃Not　fast；　they　think。　Between　twenty　and　forty。　What　are　you　getting　at；　mander？〃
　〃I　was　wondering　if　you'd　decided　whether　it　was　a　pro　or　an　amateur　job。　If　your　man　wasn't　trying　to　get　away；　and　assuming　he　saw　the　killer　in　his　mirror；　which　I　agree　is　only　a　probability；　that　suggests　that　he　accepted　the　man　on　his　tail　as　friend　rather　than　foe。　That　could　mean　some　sort　of　disguise　that　would　fit　in　with　the　set…up　here　…　something　your　man　would　accept　even　at　that　hour　of　the　morning。〃
　A　small　frown　had　been　gathering　across　Colonel　Schreiber's　smooth　forehead。　〃mander；〃　there　was　an　edge　of　tension　in　the　voice；　〃we　have；　of　course；　been　considering　every　angle　of　this　case；　including　the　one　you　mention。　At　midday　yesterday　the　manding　General　declared　emergency　in　this　matter；　standing　security　and　security　ops　mittees　were　set　up；　and　from　that　moment　on　every　angle；　every　hint　of　a　clue；　has　been　systematically　run　to　earth。　And　I　can　tell　you；　mander；〃　the　Colonel　raised　one　well…manicured　hand　and　let　it　descend　in　soft　emphasis　on　his　blotting…pad；　〃any　man　who　can　e　up　with　an　even　remotely　original　idea　on　this　case　will　have　to　be　closely　related　to　Einstein。　There　is　nothing；　repeat　nothing；　to　go　on　in　this　case　whatsoever。〃
　Bond　smiled　sympathetically。　He　got　to　his　feet。　〃In　that　case；　Colonel；　I　won't　waste　any　more　of　your　time　this　evening。　If　I　could　just　have　the　minutes　of　the　various　meetings　to　bring　myself　up　to　date；　and　if　one　of　your　men　could　show　me　the　way　to　the　canteen　and　my　quarters　。　。　。〃
　〃Sure；　sure。〃　The　Colonel　pressed　a　bell。　A　young　crew…cutted　aide　came　in。　〃Proctor；　show　the　mander　to　his　room　in　the　VIP　wing；　would　you；　and　then　take　him　along　to　the　bar　and　the　canteen。〃　He　turned　to　Bond。　〃I'll　have　those　papers　ready　for　you　after　you've　had　a　meal　and　a　drink。　They'll　be　in　my　office。　They　can't　be　taken　out；　of　course；　but　you'll　find　everything　to　hand　next　door；　and　Proctor　will　be　able　to　fill　you　in　on　anything　that's　missing。〃　He　held　out　his　hand。　〃Okay？　Then　we'll　meet　again　in　the　morning。〃
　Bond　said　goodnight　and　followed　the　aide　out。　As　he　walked　along　the　neutral…painted；　neutral…smelling　corridors；　he　reflected　that　this　was　probably　the　most　hopeless　assignment　he　had　ever　been　on。　If　the　top　security　brains　of　fourteen　countries　were　stumped；　what　hope　had　he　got？　By　the　time　he　was　in　bed　that　night；　in　the　Spartan　luxury　of　the　visitors'　overnight　quarters；　Bond　had　decided　he　would　give　it　a　couple　more　days　…　largely　for　the　sake　of　keeping　in　touch　with　Mary　Ann　Russell　for　as　long　as　possible　…　and　then　chuck　it。　On　this　decision　he　fell　immediately　into　a　deep　and　untroubled　sleep。
　
　Not　two；　but　four　days　later；　as　the　dawn　came　up　over　the　Forest　of　St　Germain；　James　Bond　was　lying　along　the　thick　branch　of　an　oak　tree　keeping　watch　over　a　small　empty　glade　that　lay　deep　among　the　trees　bordering　D98；　the　road　of　the　murder。
　He　was　dressed　from　head　to　foot　in　parachutists'　camouflage　…　green；　brown　and　black。　Even　his　hands　were　covered　with　the　stuff；　and　there　was　a　hood　over　his　head　with　slits　cut　for　the　eyes　and　mouth。　It　was　good　camouflage　which　would　be　still　better　when　the　sun　was　higher　and　the　shadows　blacker；　and　from　anywhere　on　the　ground；　even　directly　below　the　high　branch；　he　could　not　be　seen。
　It　had　e　about　like　this。　The　first　two　days　at　SHAPE　had　been　the　expected　waste　of　time。　Bond　had　achieved　nothing　except　to　make　himself　mildly　unpopular　with　the　persistence　of　his　double…checking　questions。　On　the　morning　of　the　third　day　he　was　about　to　go　and　say　his　goodbyes　when　he　had　a　telephone　call　from　the　Colonel。　〃Oh；　mander；　thought　I'd　let　you　know　that　the　last　team　of　police　dogs　got　in　late　last　night　…　your　idea　that　it　might　be　worth　while　covering　the　whole　forest。　Sorry〃　…　the　voice　sounded　un…sorry　…　〃but　negative；　absolutely　negative。〃
　〃Oh。　My　fault　for　the　wasted　time。〃　As　much　to　annoy　the　Colonel　as　anything；　Bond　said：　〃Mind　if　I　have　a　talk　with　the　handler？〃
　〃Sure；　sure。　Anything　you　want。　By　the　way；　mander；　how　long　are　you　planning　to　be　around？　Glad　to　have　you　with　us　for　as　long　as　you　like。　But　it's　a　question　of　your　room。　Seems　there's　a　big　party　ing　in　from　Holland　in　a　few　days'　time。　Top　level　staff　course　or　something　of　the　kind；　and　Admin　says　they're　a　bit　pushed　for　space。〃
　Bond　had　not　expected　to　get　on　well　with　Colonel　Schreiber　and　he　had　not　done　so。　He　said　amiably：　〃I'll　see　what　my　Chief　has　to　say　and　call　you　back；　Colonel。〃
　〃Do　that；　would　you。〃　The　Colonel's　voice　was　equally　polite；　but　the　manners　of　both　men　were　running　out　and　the　two　receivers　broke　the　line　simultaneously。
　The　chief　handler　was　a　Frenchman　from　the　Landes。　He　had　the　quick　sly　eyes　of　a　poacher。　Bond　met　him　at　the　kennels；　but　the　handler's　proximity　was　too　much　for　the　Alsatians　and；　to　get　away　from　the　noise；　he　took　Bond　into　the　duty…room；　a　tiny　office　with　binoculars　hanging　from　pegs；　and　waterproofs；　gumboots；　dog…harness　and　other　gear　stacked　round　the　walls。　There　were　a　couple　of　deal　chairs　and　a　table　covered　with　a　large…scale　map　of　the　Forest　of　St　Germain。　This　had　been　marked　off　into　pencilled　squares。　The　handler　made　a　gesture　over　the　map。　〃Our　dogs　covered　it　all；　Monsieur。　There　is　nothing　there。〃
　〃Do　you　mean　to　say　they　didn't　check　once？〃
　The　handler　scratched　his　head。　〃We　had　trouble　with　a　bit　of　game；　Monsieur。　There　was　a　hare　or　two。　A　couple　of　foxes'　earths。　We　had　quite　a　time　gett