johngardner.rollofhonor-第39部分
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kirts still slept; while others appeared to be just waking lights ing on; green shutters open。
Always; in Switzerland; Bond thought; you knew you were in a small; rich country; for all the buildings looked as though they had been assembled in some sterile room from a plastic kit; plete with small details of greenery and flowers。
They took the most direct route … straight to Lausanne; then along the lake road; following the line of the toy…like railway。 Holy was quiet for most of the journey; but Simon; sitting in the front passenger seat; occasionally turned back to make small talk。
〃You know this part of the world; James? Fairytale country; isn't it?〃 Bond remembered; for no apparent reason; that the first time he had visited the Lake of Geneva was when he was sixteen。 He had spent a week with friends in Montreux; had had a youthful holiday affair with a waitress from a lakeside cale; and had developed a taste for Campari…soda。
The Magic Carpet Between Lausanne and Morges the cars stopped at a lighted lakeside restaurant。 Simon and the Arab boy; in turns; brought out coffee and rolls to the cars。 The sheer normality of their actions grated on Bond's nerves; like a probe on a raw tooth。 Half of his mind and body urged him to take drastic action now: the other more professional half told him to wait; bide his time and use the moment when it came。
〃Where are we heading?〃 he asked Holy soon after the breakfast break。
〃A few kilometres this side of Geneva。〃 Holy remained relaxed and confident。 〃We turn off the lake road。
There's a small valley and an airstrip。 The team from Erewhon will be waiting for us。 Have you ever flown in an airship; James?〃
〃No。〃
〃Then it will be a new experience for us both。 I'm told it's rather fantastic。〃 He peered from the windows。 〃And it looks as though we'll have a clear day for it。 The view should be wonderful。〃 They went through Nyon; the houses clustered together on the lake as though clinging to each other to save themselves from falling in。 Soon afterwards; Geneva came into view at the western end of the lake; a misty blur of buildings with a toy steamer ploughing a lone furrow of spray; chugging across the water。 It all looked as peaceful as ever。
They also met the first police checkpoint; the cars slowing almost to a standstill before the sharp…eyed uniformed men waved them on。
There was a second road block just before they turned inland。 A car and two policemen on motorcycles started to flag them down; until they spotted the Goodyear stickers。 They were waved on with smiles。
As Bond looked back; he saw one of the men talking into a radio。
As he had imagined; the police were assisting innocently in the events planned to take place over the lake in a few hours' time。
The great cleft in the mountains seemed to widen as they climbed away。 The sun was up now; and you could clearly see tiny farmhouses on the slopes。 Then suddenly the valley floor and the tiny landing strip appeared just below them; the grass a painted green; the control tower; hangar and one other building as neat and unreal as a film set。 Out on the grass; two mountain rescue aircraft stood like stranded birds。 At the far end of the field the sausage shape of the Goodyear airship Europa swung lazily; tethered to her low portable masthead。
Then the road dipped; the airfield disappeared; and they were twisting through the S…bends which would carry them to the final destination。
Before the two cars reached the valley floor and the airstrip two more police checkpoints were negotiated。
The Swiss police had certainly snapped into action。
London; Bond decided; would feel very satisfied; content that nothing untoward could now happen by the peaceful lakeside。
There were no less than three police cars at the airstrip entrance; which was little more than a metal gateway set into an eight…foot chain…link fence; encircling the entire area。 In the distance; a police car patrolled the perimeter slowly and as thoroughly as only the Swiss perform their official duties。
As the Audis drew up; Bond saw two more faces which he recognised from Erewhon。 This time; though; the men were dressed in smart suits and smiled broad; almost ingratiating smiles as the two…vehicle convoy came to a halt。 They exchanged a few words with the senior policeman on the gate; and the cars were waved forward。
One man got into each car。
The man who entered Holy's car was a German; fair…haired; suspicious; and with features cut from a solid block of rough stone。
He appeared to be in his mid…twenties; and the smart suit bulged around the breast pocket。 Bond did not like the look of him。 He liked him even less when the talking started。
Holy confined himself to the most pertinent questions; and was given precise; military answers in an American accent。
Posing as the Goodyear head of PR; Rudi; the German; had taken the call from Bill Tanner; which he now described in detail; saying the man was certainly English; and also undoubtedly represented one of the major British security agencies。 The police; he said; began to arrive within half an hour of his call。
Jay Autem then asked about times; and you could tell from His expression he had already worked out that the enquiries had begun while Bond was in the Foreign Office house off Northumberland Avenue。
〃James; you didn't say anything indiscreet when you were with your friend Anthony Denton?〃 The two cars were heading not for the little office building but for the hangar; with its two slab…winged observation…rescue Pilatus aircraft sitting outside。
〃Me?〃 Bond looked surprised and startled; as though he had not been paying attention to the conversation。
〃Indiscreet? How? Why?〃 Holy looked at him; a shadow of concern crossing his face。
〃You see; James; Tamil's people took over this airstrip; and the whole organisation here; in the early hours of yesterday morning。
Nobody suspected; there was no trouble。 Not until last night; when you were closeted with the D。S。O。F。O obtaining the EPOC frequency for us。
Why; I ask myself; should the authorities begin to take an interest at that time of night?〃 Bond shrugged; indicating that he had no idea; and; in any case; it was nothing to do with him。
The cars came to a halt。 〃I do hope you've given us the correct frequency; James。 If you haven't Well; I've already warned you of the consequences; consequences for the entire world; my friend 〃That's the current EPOC frequency。 Have no doubt; Dr Holy;' he snapped back。
Holy winced at the sound of his real name; then nodded as he leaned forward to open the door。
Bond was left with the Arab boy; who watched him with alert bright eyes; a small Walther automatic clutched in his right hand。 The safety catch; Bond noticed; was off。
Simon; Holy and the German; Rudi; were joined by Rahani and General Zwingli … a little procession walking spryly towards the hangar。 Rahani's men were everywhere; Bond now saw; spread out; half concealed by what cover they could find; with a full armament of carbines and automatic weapons。 There were even two guards on the small door inserted in one of the great sliding doors of the hangar。
The door was opened; and the party stepped inside。
Two minutes later; Simon came out; walking quickly to the car。
〃Colonel Rahani wants you inside。〃 His manner was one of indifference; the attitude of a man who does not wish to bee involved with anyone outside his own tight radeship。 Bond recognised the psychology。 He had studied the whole subject of terrorist mentality and he knew they had e to some cut…off point。
Simon was not willing to have any kind of relationship with Bond now。
It could be; he thought; as they walked the few paces towards the hangar; that this really is the end。 They've decided I've talked; and there can be no trust from now on。 Curtain time … the fiction meeting the reality。
The little group of senior men stood just inside the door; and it was Tamil Rahani who greeted him。〃
〃Ah; mander Bond。 We thought you should see this。〃 He gestured towards the centre of the hangar。
About forty men sat close together on the floor; held in a tight knot by three tripod…mount