if.moonraker-第30部分
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ard couldn't get me on the 'phone。
Talking to you。 Let's see；〃 he read； 〃 'Sir Hugo Drax arrived Ministry 1900 left at 2000。 Left message dining at Blades if wanted。 Back at site 2300。'〃 Vallance mented： 〃That means he'll be leaving London about nine。 Just a moment。〃 He read on ： 〃 'Sir Hugo stated Miss Brand felt unwell on arrival in London but at her request he left her at Victoria Station bus terminal at 16。45。 Miss Brand stated she would rest with some friends； address unknown； and contact Sir Hugo at Ministry at 1900。 She had not done so。' And that's all；〃 said Vallance。 〃Oh； by the way； we made the inquiry about Miss Brand on your behalf。 Said you had arranged to meet her at six and she hadn't turned up。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Bond； his thoughts elsewhere。 〃That doesn't seem to get us anywhere。 I'll have to get busy。 Just one more thing。 Has Drax got a place in London； flat or anything like that？〃
〃He always stays at the Ritz nowadays；〃 said Vallance。 〃Sold his house in Grosvenor Square when he moved down to Dover。 But we happen to know he's got some sort of an establishment in Ebury Street。 We checked there。 But there was no answer to the bell and my man said the house looked unoccupied。 Just behind Buckingham Palace。 Some sort of hideout of his。 Keeps it very quiet。 Probably takes his women there。 Anything else？ I ought to be getting back or all this big brass will think the Crown Jewels have been stolen。〃
〃You go ahead；〃 said Bond。 〃I'll do my best and if I get stuck I'll call on your men to help。 Don't worry if you don't hear from me。 So long。〃
〃So long；〃 said Vallance with a note of relief in his voice。 〃And thanks。 Best of luck。〃
Bond rang off。
He picked up the receiver again and called Blades。
〃This is the Ministry of Supply；〃 he said。 〃Is Sir Hugo Drax in the club？〃
〃Yes； sir；〃 it was the friendly voice of Brevett。 〃He's in the dining…room。 Do you wish to speak to him？〃
〃No； it's all right；〃 said Bond。 〃I just wanted to make certain he hadn't left yet。〃
Without noticing what he was eating Bond wolfed down some food and left the restaurant at 8。45。 His car was outside waiting for him and he said good…night to the driver from Headquarters and drove to St James's Street。 He parked under cover of the central row of taxis outside Boodle's and settled himself behind an evening paper over which he could keep his eyes on a section of Drax's Mercedes which he was relieved to see standing in Park Street； unattended。
He had not long to wait。 Suddenly a broad shaft of yellow light shone out from the doorway of Blades and the big figure of Drax appeared。 He wore a heavy ulster up round his ears and a cap pulled down over his eyes。 He walked quickly to the white Mercedes； slammed the door； and was away across to the left…hand side of St James's Street and braking to turn opposite St James's Palace while Bond was still in third。
God； the man moves quickly； thought Bond； doing a racing change round the island in the Mall with Drax already passing the statue in front of the Palace。 He kept the Bentley in third and thundered in pursuit。 Buckingham Palace Gate。 So it looked like Ebury Street。 Keeping the white car just in view； Bond made hurried plans。 The lights at the corner of Lower Grosvenor Place were green for Drax and red for Bond。 Bond jumped them and was just in time to see Drax swing left into the beginning of Ebury Street。 Gambling on Drax making a stop at his house； Bond accelerated to the corner and pulled up just short of it。 As he jumped out of the Bentley； leaving the engine ticking over； and took the few steps towards Ebury Street； he heard two short blasts on the Mercedes' horn and as he carefully edged round the corner he was in time to see Krebs helping the muffled figure of a girl across the pavement。 Then the door of the Mercedes slammed and Drax was off again。
Bond raced back to his car； whipped into third； and went after him。
Thank God the Mercedes was white。 There it went； its stop…lights blazing briefly at the intersections； the headlamps full on and the horn blaring at any hint of a check in the sparse traffic。
Bond set his teeth and rode his car as if she was a Lipizaner at the Spanish Riding School in Vienna。 He could not use headlights or horn for fear of betraying his presence to the car in front。 He just had to play on his brakes and gears and hope for the best。
The deep note of his two…inch exhaust thundered back at him from the houses on either side and his tyres screamed on the tarmac。 He thanked heavens for the new set of racing
Michelins that were only a week old。 If only the lights would be kind。 He seemed to be getting nothing but amber and red while Drax was always being swept on by the green。 Chelsea Bridge。 So it did look like the Dover road by the South Circular！ Could he hope to keep up with the Mercedes on A20？ Drax had two passengers。 His car might not be tuned。 But with that independent springing he could corner better than Bond； The old Bentley was a bit high off the ground for this sort of work。 Bond stamped on his brakes and risked a howl on his triple klaxons as a homeward…bound taxi started to weave over to the right。 It jerked back to the left and Bond heard a four…letter yell as he shot past。
Clapham mon and the flicker of the white car through the trees。 Bond ran the Bentley up to eighty along the safe bit of road and saw the lights go red just in time to stop Drax at the end of it。 He put the Bentley into neutral and coasted up silently。 Fifty yards away。 Forty； thirty； twenty。 The lights changed and Drax was over the crossing and away again； but not before Bond had seen that Krebs was beside the driver and there was no sign of Gala except the hump of a rug over the narrow back seat。
So there was no question。 You don't take a sick girl for a drive like a sack of potatoes。 Not at that speed for the matter of that。 So she was a prisoner。 Why？ What had she done？ What had she discovered？ What the hell； in fact； was all this about？
Each dark conjecture came and for a moment settled like a vulture on Bond's shoulder and croaked into his ear that he had been a blind fool。 Blind； blind； blind。 From the moment he had sat in his office after the night at Blades and made his mind up about Drax being a dangerous man he should have been on his toes。 At the first smell of trouble； the marks on the chart for instance； he should have taken action。 But what action？ He had passed on each clue； each fear。 What could he have done except kill Drax？ And get hanged for his pains？ Well； then。 What about the present？ Should he stop and telephone the Yard？ And let the car get away？ For all he knew Gala was being taken for a ride and Drax planned to get rid of her on the way to Dover。 And that Bond might conceivably prevent if only his car could take it。
As if to echo his thoughts the tortured rubber screamed as he left the South Circular road into A20 and took the round about at forty。 No。 He had told M。 that he would stay with it。 He had told Vallance the same。 The case had been dumped firmly into his lap and he must do what he could。 At least if he kept up with the Mercedes he might shoot up its tyres and apologize afterwards。 To let it get away would be criminal。
So be it； said Bond to himself。
He had to slow for some lights and he used the pause to pull a pair of goggles out of the dashboard partment and cover his eyes with them。 Then he leant over to the left and twisted the big screw on the windscreen and then eased the one beside his right hand。 He pressed the narrow screen flat down on the bonnet and tightened the screws again。
Then he accelerated away from Swanley Junction and was soon doing ninety astride the cat's eyes down the Farningham by…pass； the wind howling past his ears and the shrill scream of his supercharger riding with him for pany。
A mile ahead the great eyes of the Mercedes hooded themselves as they went over the crest of Wrotham Hill and disappeared down into the moonlit panorama of the Weald of Kent。
CHAPTER XX
DRAX'S GAMBIT
THERE WERE three separate sources of pain in Gala's body。 The throbbing ache behind her left ear； the bite of the flex at her wrists； and the chafing of the strap round her ankles。
Every bump in the road； every swerve； every sudden pressure of Drax's foot on the brakes or the accelerator awoke one or another of these pains and rasped at her nerves。 If only she had been wedged into the back seat more tightly。 But there was just room enough for her body to roll a few inches on the occasional seat so that she was constantly having to twist her bruised face away from contact with the walls of shiny pig…skin。
The air she breathed was stuffy with a smell of new leather upholstery； exhaust fumes； and the occasional sharp stench of burning rubber as Drax flayed the tyres on a sharp corner。
And yet the disfort and pain were nothing。
Krebs！ Curiously enough her fear and loathing of Krebs tormented her most。 The other things were too big。 The mystery of Drax and his hatred of England。 The riddle of his perfect mand of German。 The Moonraker。 The secret of the atomic warhead。 How to save London。 These were matters which she had long ago put away in the back of her mind as insoluble。
But the afternoon alone with Krebs was present and dreadful and her mind went back and back to the details of it like a tongue to an aching tooth。
Long after Drax had gone she had kept up her pretence of unconsciousness。 At first Krebs had occupied himself with the machines； talking to them in German in a cooing baby…talk。 〃There； my Liebchen。 That's better now； isn't it？ A drop of oil for you； my Pupperl？ But certainly。 ing up at once。 No； no； lazybones。 I said a thousand revolutions。 Not nine hundred。 e along now。 We can do better than that； can't we。 Yes； my Schatz。 That's it。 Round and round we go。 Up and down。 Round and round。 Let me wipe your pretty face for you so that we can see what the little dial is saying。 Jesu Maria； hist du ein braves Kind！〃
And so it had gone on with intervals of standing in front of Gala； picking his nose and sucking his teeth in a horribly ruminative way。 Until he stayed longer and longer in front of her； forgetting the machines； wondering； making up his mind。
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