if.goldfinger-第30部分

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te　tonight。　You　might　tell　him　I'll　be　along　tomorrow。'　Bond　said　to　the　girl；　'e　on；　darling。　We've　had　our　walk　in　the　woods。　Time　to　get　back　to　the　hotel。'　He　took　a　step　away　from　Oddjob　towards　the　fence。
　Oddjob　stamped　his　forward　foot。　The　point　of　the　second　arrow　swung　to　the　centre　of　Bond's　stomach。
　'Oargn。'　Oddjob　jerked　his　head　sideways　and　downwards　towards　the　house。
　'Oh；　you　think　he'd　like　to　see　us　now？　All　right。　You　don't　think　we'll　be　disturbing　him？　e　on；　darling。'
　Bond　led　the　way　to　the　left　of　the　tree；　away　from　the　rifle　that　lay　in　the　shadowed　grass。
　As　they　went　slowly　down　the　hill；　Bond　talked　softly　to　the　girl；　briefing　her。　'You're　my　girl　friend。　I　brought　you　out　from　England。　Seem　surprised　and　interested　by　our　little　adventure。　We're　in　a　tough　spot。　Don't　try　any　tricks。'　Bond　jerked　back　his　head。　'This　man's　a　killer。'
　The　girl　said　angrily；　'If　only　you　hadn't　interfered。'
　'Same　to　you；'　said　Bond　shortly。　He　took　it　back。　'I'm　sorry；　Tilly。　Didn't　mean　that。　But　I　don't　think　you　could　have　got　away　with　it。'
　'I　had　my　plans。　I'd　have　been　over　the　frontier　by　midnight。'
　Bond　didn't　answer。　Something　had　caught　his　eye。　On　top　of　the　tall　chimney；　the　oblong　mouth　of　the　radar…thing　was　revolving　again。　It　was　that　that　had　spotted　them　…heard　them。　It　must　be　some　kind　of　sonic　detector。　What　a　bag　of　tricks　this　man　was！　Bond　hadn't　meant　to　underestimate　Goldfinger。　Had　he　managed　to　do　so　…　decisively？　Perhaps；　if　he　had　had　his　gun。。。？　No。　Bond　knew　that　even　his　split…second　draw　wouldn't　have　beaten　the　Korean　…　wouldn't　do　so　now。　There　was　a　total　deadliness　about　this　man。　Whether　Bond　had　been　armed　or　unarmed；　it　would　have　been　a　man　fighting　a　tank。
　They　reached　the　courtyard。　As　they　did　so；　the　back　door　of　the　house　opened。　Two　more　Koreans；　who　might　have　been　the　servants　from　Reculver；　ran　out　towards　them　through　the　warm　splash　of　electric　light。　They　carried　ugly…looking　polished　sticks。　'Stop！'　Both　men　wore　the　savage；　empty　grin　that　men　from　Station　J；　who　had　been　in　Japanese　prison　camps；　had　described　to　Bond。　'We　search。　No　trouble　or。。。'　The　man　who　had　spoken；　cut　the　air　with　a　whistling　lash　of　his　stick。　'Hands　up！'
　Bond　put　his　hands　slowly　up。　He　said　to　the　girl；　'Don't　react。。。　whatever　they　do。'
　Odd　job　came　forward　and　stood；　menacingly；　watching　the　search。　The　search　was　expert。　Bond　coldly　watched　the　hands　on　the　girl；　the　grinning　faces。
　'Okay。　e！'
　They　were　herded　through　the　open　door　and　along　a　stone…flagged　passage　to　the　narrow　entrance　hall　at　the　front　of　the　house。　The　house　smelled　as　Bond　had　imagined　it　would　musty　and　fragrant　and　summery。　There　were　white…panelled　doors。　Oddjob　knocked　on　one　of　them。
　'Yes？'
　Oddjob　opened　the　door。　They　were　prodded　through。
　Goldfinger　sat　at　a　big　desk。　It　was　neatly　encumbered　with　important…looking　papers。　The　desk　was　flanked　by　grey　metal　filing　cabinets。　Beside　the　desk；　within　reach　of　Gold…finger's　hand；　stood　a　short…wave　wireless　set　on　a　low　table。　There　was　an　operator's　keyboard　and　a　machine　that　ticked　busily　and　looked　like　a　barograph。　Bond　guessed　that　this　had　something　to　do　with　the　detector　that　had　intercepted　them。
　Goldfinger　wore　his　purple　velvet　smoking…jacket　over　an　open…necked　white　silk　shirt。　The　open　neck　showed　a　tuft　of　orange　chest…hair。　He　sat　very　erect　in　a　high…backed　chair。　He　hardly　glanced　at　the　girl。　The　big　china…blue　eyes　were　fixed　on　Bond。　They　showed　no　surprise。　They　held　no　expression　except　a　piercing　hardness。
　Bond　blustered；　'Look　here；　Goldfinger。　What　the　hell's　all　this　about？　You　put　the　police　on　to　me　over　that　ten　thousand　dollars　and　I　got　on　your　tracks　with　my　girl　friend　here；　Miss　Soames。　I've　e　to　find　out　what　the　hell　you　mean　by　it。　We　climbed　the　fence　…　I　know　it's　trespassing；　but　I　wanted　to　catch　you　before　you　moved　on　somewhere　else。　Then　this　ape　of　yours　came　along　and　damned　near　killed　one　of　us　with　his　bow　and　arrow。　Two　more　of　your　bloody　Koreans　held　us　up　and　searched　us。　What　the　hell's　going　on？　If　you　can't　give　me　a　civil　answer　and　full　apologies　I'll　put　the　police　on　you。'
　Goldfinger's　flat；　hard　stare　didn't　flicker。　He　might　not　have　heard　Bond's　angry…gentleman's　outburst。　The　finely　chiselled　lips　parted。　He　said；　'Mr　Bond；　they　have　a　saying　in　Chicago：　〃Once　is　happenstance。　Twice　is　coincidence。　The　third　time　it's　enemy　action。〃　Miami；　Sandwich　and　now　Geneva。　I　propose　to　wring　the　truth　out　of　you。'　Gold…finger's　eyes　slid　slowly　past　Bond's　head。　'Oddjob。　The　Pressure　Room。'
　
　PART　THREE：　ENEMY　ACTION
　
　CHAPTER　FIFTEEN
　
　THE　PRESSURE　ROOM
　
　BOND'S　REACTION　was　automatic。　There　was　no　reason　behind　it。　He　took　one　quick　step　forward　and　hurled　himself　across　the　desk　at　Goldfinger。　His　body；　launched　in　a　shallow　dive；　hit　the　top　of　the　desk　and　ploughed　through　the　litter　of　papers。　There　was　a　heavy　thud　as　the　top　of　his　head　crashed　into　Goldfinger's　breastbone。　The　momentum　of　the　blow　rocked　Goldfinger　in　his　chair。　Bond　kicked　back　at　the　edge　of　the　desk；　got　a　purchase　and　rammed　forward　again。　As　the　chair　toppled　backwards　and　the　two　bodies　went　down　in　the　splintering　woodwork；　Bond's　fingers　got　to　the　throat　and　his　thumbs　went　into　its　base　and　downwards　with　every　ounce　of　his　force。
　Then　the　whole　house　fell　on　Bond；　a　baulk　of　timber　hit　him　at　the　base　of　the　neck　and　he　rolled　sluggishly　off　Goldfinger　on　to　the　floor　and　lay　still。
　　
　The　vortex　of　light　through　which　Bond　was　whirling　slowly　flattened　into　a　disc；　a　yellow　moon；　and　then　into　a　burning　Cyclops　eye。　Something　was　written　round　the　fiery　eyeball。　It　was　a　message；　an　important　message　for　him。　He　must　read　it。　Carefully；　one　by　one；　Bond　spelled　out　the　tiny　letters。　The　message　said：　SOCIéTé　ANONYME　MAZDA。　What　was　its　significance？　A　hard　bolt　of　water　hit　Bond　in　the　face。　The　water　stung　his　eyes　and　filled　his　mouth。　He　retched　desperately　and　tried　to　move。　He　couldn't。　His　eyes　cleared；　and　his　brain。　There　was　a　throbbing　pain　at　the　back　of　his　neck。　He　was　staring　up　into　a　big　enamelled　light　bowl　with　one　powerful　bulb。　He　was　on　some　sort　of　a　table　and　his　wrists　and　ankles　were　bound　to　its　edges。　He　felt　with　his　fingers。　He　felt　polished　metal。
　A　voice；　Goldfinger's　voice；　flat；　uninterested；　said；　'Now　we　can　begin。'
　Bond　turned　his　head　towards　the　voice。　His　eyes　were　dazzled　by　the　light。　He　squeezed　them　hard　and　opened　them。　Goldfinger　was　sitting　in　a　canvas　chair。　He　had　taken　off　his　jacket　and　was　in　his　shirt　sleeves。　There　were　red　marks　round　the　base　of　his　throat。　On　a　folding　table　beside　him　were　various　tools　and　metal　instruments　and　a　control　panel。　On　the　other　side　of　the　table　Tilly　Masterton　sat　in　another　chair。　She　was　strapped　to　it　by　her　wrists　and　ankles。　She　sat　bolt　upright　as　if　she　was　in　school。　She　looked　incredibly　beautiful；　but　shocked；　remote。　Her　eyes　gazed　vacantly　at　Bond。　She　was　either　drugged　or　hypnotized。
　Bond　turned　his　head　to　the　right。　A　few　feet　away　stood　the　Korean。　He　still　wore　his　bowler　hat　but　now　he　was　stripped　to　the　waist。　The　yellow　skin　of　his　huge　torso　glinted　with　sweat。　There　was　no　hair　on　it。　The　flat　pectoral　muscles　were　as　broad　as　dinner　plates　and　the　stomach　was　concave　below　the　great　arch　of　the　ribs。　The　biceps　and　forearms；　also　hairless；　were　as　thick　as　thighs。　The　ten…minutes…to…two　oil　slicks　of　the　eyes　looked　pleased；　greedy。　The　mouthful　of　blackish　teeth　formed　an　oblong　grin　of　anticipation。
　Bond　raised　his　head。　The　quick　look　round　hurt。　They　were　in　one　of　the　factory　workrooms。　White　light　blazed　round　the　iron　doors　of　two　electric　furnaces。　There　were　bluish　sheets　of　metal　stacked　in　wooden　frames。　From　somewhere　came　the　whir　of　a　generator。　There　was　a　distant；　muffled　sound　of　hammering；　and；　behind　the　sound；　the　faraway　iron　pant　of　the　power　plant。
　Bond　glanced　down　the　table　on　which　he　lay　spread…eagled。　He　let　his　head　fall　back　with　a　sigh。　There　was　a　narrow　slit　down　the　centre　of　the　polished　steel　table。　At　the　far　end　of　the　slit；　like　a　foresight　framed　in　the　vee　of　his　parted　feet；　were　the　glinting　teeth　of　a　circular　saw。
　Bond　lay　and　stared　up　at　the　little　message　on　the　lamp　bulb。　Goldfinger　began　to　speak　in　a　relaxed　conversational　voice。　Bond　pulled　the　curtains　tight　across　the　ghastly　peep…show　of　his　imagination　and　listened。
　'Mr　Bond；　the　word　〃pain〃　es　from　the　Latin　poena　meaning　〃penalty〃　…　that　which　must　be　paid。　You　must　now　pay　for　the　inquisitiveness　which　your　attack　upon　me　proves；　as　I　suspected；　to　be　inimical。　Curiosity；　as　they　say；　killed　the　cat。　This　time　it　will　have　to　kill　two　cats；　for　I　fear　I　must　also　count　this　girl　an　enemy。　She　tells　me　she　is　staying　at　the　Bergues。　One　telephone　call　proved　that　to　be　false。　Oddjob　was　sent　to　where　you　were　both　hidden　and　recovered　her　rifle　and　also　a　ring　which　it　happens　that　I　recognize。　Under　hypnotism　the　rest　came　out。　This　girl　came　here　to　kill　me。　Perhaps　you　did　too。　You　have　both　failed。　Now　must　e　the　poena。　Mr　Bond'　…　the　voice　was　weary；　bored　…　'I　have　had　many　enemies　in　my　time。　I　am　very　successful　and　immensely　rich；　and　riches；　if　I　may　inflict　another　of　my　aphorisms　upon　you；　may　not　make　you　friends　but　they　greatly　increase　the　class　and　variety　of　your　enemies。'
　'That's　very　neatly　put。'
　Goldfinger　ignored　the　interruption。　'If　you　were　a　free　man；　with　your　talent　for　inquiry；　you　would　be　able　to　find　round　the　world　the　relics　of　those　who　have　wished　me　ill；　or　who　have　tried　to　thwart　me。　There　have；　as　I　said；　been　many　of　these　people　and　you　would　find；　Mr　Bond；　that　their　remains　resemble　those　of　hedgehogs　squashed　upon　the　roads　in　summertime。'
　'Very　poetic　simile。'
　'By　chance；　Mr　Bond。　I　am　a　poet　in　deeds　…　not　often　in　words。　I　am　Concerned　to　arrange　my　actions　in　appropriate　and　effective　patterns。　But　that　is　by　the　way。　I　wish　to　convey　to　you　that　it　was　a　most　evil　day　for　you　when　you　first　crossed　my　path　and；　admittedly　in　a　very　minor　fashion；　thwarted　a　minuscule　project　upon　which　I　was　engaged。　On　that　occasion　it　was　someone　else　w