iam fleming.for your eyes only-第4部分
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ght； 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 getting them away from a clearing near the Carrefour Royal。 They probably still smelled the gipsies。〃
〃Oh。〃 Bond was only mildly interested。 〃Show me。 Who were these gipsies？〃
The handler pointed daintily with a grimy little finger。 〃These are the names from the old days。 Here is the Etoile Parfaite； and here； where the killing took place； is the Carrefour des Curieux。 And here； forming the bottom of the triangle； is the Carrefour Royal。 It makes；〃 he added dramatically； 〃a cross with the road of death。〃 He took a pencil out of his pocket and made a dot just off the crossroads。 〃And this is the clearing； Monsieur。 There was a gipsy caravan there for most of the winter。 They left last month。 Cleaned the place up all right； but； for the dogs； their scent will hang about there for months。〃
Bond thanked him； and after inspecting and admiring the dogs and making some small talk about the handler's profession； he got into the Peugeot and went off to the gendarmerie in St Germain。 〃Yes； certainly they had known the gipsies。 Real Romany…looking fellows。 Hardly spoke a word of French； but they had behaved themselves。 There had been no plaints。 Six men and two women。 No。 No one had seen them go。 One morning they just weren't there any more。 Might have been gone a week for all one knew。 They had chosen an isolated spot。〃
Bond took the D98 through the forest。 When the great autoroute bridge showed up a quarter of a mile ahead over the road； Bond accelerated and then switched off the engine and coasted silently until he came to the Carrefour Royal。 He stopped and got out of the car without a sound； and； feeling rather foolish； softly entered the forest and walked with great circumspection towards where the clearing would be。 Twenty yards inside the trees he came to it。 He stood in the fringe of bushes and trees and examined it carefully。 Then he walked in and went over it from end to end。
The clearing was about as big as two tennis courts and floored in thick grass and moss。 There was one large patch of lilies of the valley and； under the bordering trees； a scattering of bluebells。 To one side there was a low mound； perhaps a tumulus； pletely surrounded and covered with brambles and brier roses now thickly in bloom。 Bond walked round this and gazed in among the roots； but there was nothing to see except the earthy shape of the mound。
Bond took one last look round and then went to the corner of the clearing that would be nearest to the road。 Here there was easy access through the trees。 Were there traces of a path； a slight flattening of the leaves？ Not more than would have been left by the gipsies or last year's picnickers。 On the edge of the road there was a narrow passage between two trees。 Casually Bond bent to examine the trunks。 He stiffened and dropped to a crouch。 With a fingernail； he delicately scraped away a narrow sliver of caked mud。 It hid a deep scratch in the tree…trunk。 He caught the scraps of mud in his free hand。 He now spat and moistened the mud and carefully filled up the scratch again。 There were three camouflaged scratches on one tree and four on the other。 Bond walked quickly out of the trees on to the road。 His car had stopped on a slight slope leading down under the autoroute bridge。 Although there was some protection from the boom of the traffic on the autoroute； Bond pushed the car； jumped in and only engaged the gears when he was well under the bridge。
And now Bond was back in the clearing； above it； and he still did not know if his hunch had been right。 It had been M's dictum that had put him on the scent … if it was a scent … and the mention of the gipsies。 〃It was the gipsies the dogs smelled 。 。 。 Most of the winter 。 。 。 they went last month。 No plaints 。 。 。 One morning they just weren't there any more。〃 The invisible factor。 The invisible man。 The people who are so much part of the background that you don't know if they're there or not。 Six men and two girls and they hardly spoke a word of French。 Good cover； gipsies。 You could be a foreigner and yet not a foreigner； because you were only a gipsy。 Some of them had gone off in the caravan。 Had some of them stayed； built themselves a hide…out during the winter； a secret place from which the hijacking of the top secret dispatches had been the first sortie？ Bond had thought he was building fantasies until he found the scratches； the carefully camouflaged scratches； on the two trees。 They were just at the height where； if one was carrying any kind of a cycle； the pedals might catch against the bark。 It could all be a pipedream； but it was good enough for Bond。 The only question in his mind was whether these people had made a one…time…only coup or whether they were so confident of their security that they would try again。 He confided only in Station F。 Mary Ann Russell told him to be careful。 Head of F； more constructively； ordered his unit at St Germain to co…operate。 Bond said goodbye to Colonel Schreiber and moved to a camp bed in the unit's HQ … an anonymous house in an anonymous village back street。 The unit had provided the camouflage outfit and the four Secret Service men who ran the unit had happily put themselves under Bond's orders。 They realised as well as Bond did that if Bond managed to wipe the eye of the whole security machine of SHAPE； the Secret Service would have won a priceless feather in its cap vis…à…vis the SHAPE High mand； and M's worries over the independence of his unit would be gone for ever。
Bond； lying along the oak branch； smiled to himself。 Private armies； private wars。 How much energy they siphoned off from the mon cause； how much fire they directed away from the mon enemy！
Six…thirty。 Time for breakfast。 Cautiously Bond's right hand fumbled in his clothing and came up to the slit of his mouth。 Bond made the glucose tablet last as long as possible and then sucked another。 His eyes never left the glade。 The red squirrel that had appeared at first light and had been steadily eating away at young beech shoots ever since； ran a few feet nearer to the rose…bushes on the mound； picked up something and began turning it in his paws and nibbling at it。 Two wood pigeons that had been noisily courting among the thick grass started to make clumsy； fluttering love。 A pair of hedge sparrows went busily on collecting bits and pieces for a nest they were tardily building in a thorn…bush。 The fat thrush finally located its worm and began pulling at it； its legs braced。 Bees clustered thick among the roses on the mound； and from where he was； perhaps twenty yards away from and above the mound； Bond could just hear their summery sound。 It was a scene from a fairytale … the roses the lilies of the valley； the birds and the great shafts of sunlight lancing down through the tall trees into the pool of glistening green。 Bond had climbed to his hide…out at four in the morning and he had never examined so closely or for so long the transition from night to a glorious day。 He suddenly felt rather foolish。 Any moment now and some damned bird would e and sit on his head！
It was the pigeons that gave the first alarm。 With a loud clatter t
