iam fleming.for your eyes only-第24部分
按键盘上方向键 ← 或 → 可快速上下翻页，按键盘上的 Enter 键可回到本书目录页，按键盘上方向键 ↑ 可回到本页顶部！
————未阅读完？加入书签已便下次继续阅读！
Bond fell back on his bunk； exhausted。 It was a fortable small cabin with a feminine smell and dainty curtains and colours。 A sailor in a tattered vest and trousers … Bond thought he recognized him as one of the spear…fishermen … was bending over him。 He smiled when Bond opened his eyes。 〃Is better； yes？ Subito okay。〃 He rubbed the back of his neck in sympathy。
〃It hurts for a little。 Soon it will only be a black。 Beneath the hair。 The girls will see nothing。〃
Bond smiled feebly and nodded。 The pain of the nod made him screw up his eyes。 When he opened them the sailor shook his head in admonition。 He brought his wrist…watch close up to Bond's eyes。 It said seven o'clock。 He pointed with his little finger at the figure nine。 'Mangiare con Padrone； Si？〃
Bond said： 〃Si。〃
The man put his hand to his cheek and laid his head on one side。 〃Dormire。〃
Bond said 〃Si〃 again and the sailor went out of the cabin and closed the door without locking it。
Bond got gingerly off the bunk and went over to the wash basin and set about cleaning himself。 On top of the chest of drawers was a neat pile of his personal belongings。 Everything was there except his gun。 Bond stowed the things away in his pockets； and sat down again on the bunk and smoked and thought。 His thoughts were totally inconclusive。 He was being taken for a ride； or rather a sail； but from the behaviour of the sailor it did not seem that he was regarded as an enemy。 Yet a great deal of trouble had been taken to make him prisoner and one of Colombo's men had even； though inadvertently； died in the process。 It did not seem to be just a question of killing him。 Perhaps this soft treatment was the preliminary to trying to make a deal with him。 What was the deal … and what was the alternative？
At nine o'clock the same sailor came for Bond and led him down a short passage to a small； blowzy saloon； and left him。 There was a table and two chairs in the middle of the room； and beside the table a nickel…plated trolley laden with food and drinks。 Bond tried the hatchway at the end of the saloon。 It was bolted。 He unlatched one of the portholes and looked out。 There was just enough light to see that the ship was about two hundred tons and might once have been a large fishing…vessel。 The engine sounded like a single diesel and they were carrying sail。 Bond estimated the ship's speed at six or seven knots。 On the dark horizon there was a tiny cluster of yellow lights。 It seemed probable that they were sailing down the Adriatic coast。
The hatchway bolt rattled back。 Bond pulled in his head。 Colombo came down the steps。 He was dressed in a sweat…shirt； dungarees and scuffed sandals。 There was a wicked； amused gleam in his eyes。 He sat down in one chair and waved to the other。 〃e； my friend。 Food and drink and plenty of talk。 We will now stop behaving like little boys and be grown…up。 Yes？ What will you have … gin； whisky； champagne？ And this is the finest sausage in the whole of Bologna。 Olives from my own estate。 Bread； butter； Provelone … that is smoked cheese … and fresh figs。 Peasant food； but good。 e。 All that running must have given you an appetite。〃
His laugh was infectious。 Bond poured himself a stiff whisky and soda； and sat down。 He said： 〃Why did you have to go to so much trouble？ We could have met with out all these dramatics。 As it is you have prepared a lot of grief for yourself。 I warned my chief that something like this might happen … the way the girl picked me up in your restaurant was too childish for words。 I said that I would walk into the trap to see what it was all about。 If I am not out of it again by tomorrow midday； you'll have Interpol as well as Italian police on top of you like a load of bricks。〃
Colombo looked puzzled。 He said： 〃If you were ready to walk into the trap； why did you try and escape from my men this afternoon？ I had sent them to fetch you and bring you to my ship； and it would all have been much more friendly。 Now I have lost a good man and you might easily have had your skull broken。 I do not understand。〃
〃I didn't like the look of those three men。 I know killers when I see them。 I thought you might be thinking of doing something stupid。 You should have used the girl。 The men were unnecessary。〃
Colombo shook his head。 〃Lisl was willing to find out more about you； but nothing else。 She will now be just as angry with me as you are。 Life is very difficult。 I like to be friends with everyone； and now I have made two enemies in one afternoon。 It is too bad。〃 Colombo looked genuinely sorry for himself。 He cut a thick slice of sausage； impatiently tore the rind off it with his teeth and began to eat。 While his mouth was still full he took a glass of champagne and washed the sausage down with it。 He said； shaking his head reproachfully at Bond： 〃It is always the same； when I am worried I have to eat。 But the food that I eat when I am worried I cannot digest。 And now you have worried me。 You say that we could have met and talked things over … that I need not have taken all this trouble。〃 He spread his hands helplessly。 〃How was I to know that？ By saying that； you put the blood of Mario on my hands。 I did not tell him to take a short cut through that place。〃 Colombo pounded the table。 Now he shouted angrily at Bond。 〃I do not agree that this was all my fault。 It was your fault。 Yours only。 You had agreed to kill me。 How does one arrange a friendly meeting with one's murderer？ Eh？ Just tell me that。〃 Colombo snatched up a long roll of bread and stuffed it into his mouth； his eyes furious。
〃What the hell are you talking about？〃
Colombo threw the remains of the roll on the table and got to his feet； holding Bond's eyes locked in his。 He walked sideways； still gazing fixedly at Bond； to a chest of drawers； felt for the knob of the top drawer； opened it； groped and lifted out what Bond recognized as a tape…recorder playback machine。 Still looking accusingly at Bond； he brought the machine over to the table。 He sat down and pressed a switch。
When Bond heard the voice he picked up his glass of whisky and looked into it。 The tinny voice said： 〃Exact。 Now； before I give you the informations； like good mercials we make the terms。 Yes？〃 The voice went on： 〃Ten thousand dollars American 。 。 。 There is no telling where you get these informations from。 Even if you are beaten 。 。 。 The head of this machina is a bad man。 He is to be destrutto … killed。〃 Bond waited for his own voice to break through the restaurant noises。 There had been a long pause while he thought about the last condition。 What was it he had said？ His voice came out of the machine； answering him。 〃I cannot promise that。 You must see that。 All I can say is that if the man tries to destroy me； I will destroy him。〃
Colombo switched off the machine。 Bond swallowed down his whisky。 Now he could look up at Colombo。 He said defensively： 〃That doesn't make me a murderer。〃
Colombo looked at him sorrowfully。 〃To me it does。 ing from an Englishman。 I worked for the English during the War。 In the Resistance。 I have the King's Medal。〃 He put his hand in his pocket and threw the silver Freedom medal with the red； white and blue striped ribbon on to the table。 〃You see？〃
Bond obstinately held Colombo's eyes。 He said： 〃And the rest of the stuff on that tape？ You long ago stopped working for the English。 Now you work against them； for money。〃
Colombo grunted。 He tapped the machine with his forefinger。 He said impassively： 〃I have heard it all。 It； is lies。〃 He banged his fist on the table so that the glasses jumped。 He bellowed furiously： 〃It is lies； lies。 Every word of it。〃 He jumped to his feet。 His chair crashed down behind him。 He slowly bent and picked it up。 He reached for the whisky bottle and walked round and poured four fingers into Bond's glass。 He went back to his chair and sat down and put the champagne bottle on the table in front of him。 Now his face was posed； serious。 He said quietly： 〃It is not all lies。 There is a grain of truth in what that bastard told you。 That is why I decided not to argue with you。 You might not have believed me。 You would have dragged in the police。 There would have been much trouble for me and my rades。 Even if you or someone else had not found reason to kill me； there would have been scandal； ruin。 Instead I decided to show you the truth … the truth you were sent to Italy to find out。 Within a matter of hours； tomorrow at dawn； your mission will have been pleted。〃 Colombo clicked his fingers。 〃Presto … like that。〃
Bond said： 〃What part of Kristatos's story is not lies？〃
Colombo's eyes looked into Bond's calculating。 Finally he said： 〃My friend； I am a smuggler。 That part is true。 I am probably the most successful smuggler in the Mediterranean。 Half the American cigarettes in Italy are brought in by me from Tangier。 Gold？ I am the sole supplier of the black valuta market。 Diamonds？ I have my own purveyor in Beirut with direct lines to Sierra Leone and South Africa。 In the old days； when these things were scarce； I also handled aureo…mycin and penicillin and such medicines。 Bribery at the American base hospitals。 And there have been many other things … even beautiful girls from Syria and Persia for the houses of Naples。 I have also smuggled out escaped convicts。 But；〃 Colombo's fist crashed on the table； 〃drugs； heroin； opium； hemp … no！ Never！ I will have nothing to do with these things。 These things are evil。 There is no sin in the others。〃 Colombo held up his right hand。 〃My friend； this I swear to you on the head of my mother。〃
Bond was beginning to see daylight。 He was prepared to believe Colombo。 He even felt a curious liking for this greedy； boisterous pirate who had so nearly been put on the spot by Kristatos。 Bond said： 〃But why did Kristatos put the finger on you？ What's he got to gain？〃
Colombo slowly shook a finger to and fro in front of his nose。 He said： 〃My friend； Kristatos is Kristatos。 He is playing the biggest double game it is possible to conceive。 To keep it up … to keep the protection of American Intelligence and their Narcotics people … he must now and then throw them a victim … some small man on the fringe of the big game。 But with this English problem it is different。 That is a huge traffic。 To protect it； a
