iam fleming.for your eyes only-第32部分

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gainst　the　entrance。　It　was　quiet　and　cool　inside　the　place。　The　lights　had　been　turned　out；　but　it　was　now　getting　brighter　outside。　The　pale　newsprint　rolls　were　stacked　in　orderly　ranks　with　a　space　to　make　a　passageway　down　the　centre。　At　the　far　end　of　the　passageway　was　a　door。　The　whole　arrangement　leered　at　him；　daring　him。　Bond　smelled　death。　He　edged　back　to　the　entrance　and　out　into　the　open。　The　shooting　had　bee　spasmodic。　Colombo　came　running　swiftly　towards　him；　his　feet　close　to　the　ground　as　fat　men　run。　Bond　said　peremptorily：　〃Stay　at　this　door。　Don't　go　in　or　let　any　of　your　men　in。　I'm　going　round　to　the　back。〃　Without　waiting　for　an　answer　he　sprinted　round　the　corner　of　the　building　and　down　along　its　side。
　The　warehouse　was　about　fifty　feet　long。　Bond　slowed　and　walked　softly　to　the　far　corner。　He　flattened　himself　against　the　corrugated　iron　wall　and　took　a　swift　look　round。　He　immediately　drew　back。　A　man　was　standing　up　against　the　back　entrance。　His　eyes　were　at　some　kind　of　spyhole。　In　his　hand　was　a　plunger　from　which　wires　ran　under　the　bottom　of　the　door。　A　car；　a　black　Lancia　Granturismo　convertible　with　the　hood　down；　stood　beside　him；　its　engine　ticking　over　softly。　It　pointed　inland　along　a　deeply　tracked　dust　road。
　The　man　was　Kristatos。
　Bond　knelt。　He　held　his　gun　in　both　hands　for　steadiness；　inched　swiftly　round　the　corner　of　the　building　and　fired　one　shot　at　the　man's　feet。　He　missed。　Almost　as　he　saw　the　dust　kick　up　inches　off　the　target；　there　was　the　rumbling　crack　of　an　explosion　and　the　tin　wall　hit　him　and　sent　him　flying。
　Bond　scrambled　to　his　feet。　The　warehouse　had　buckled　crazily　out　of　shape。　Now　it　started　to　collapse　noisily　like　a　pack　of　tin　cards。　Kristatos　was　in　the　car。　It　was　already　twenty　yards　away；　dust　fountaining　up　from　the　traction　on　the　rear　wheels。　Bond　stood　in　the　classic　pistol…shooting　pose　and　took　careful　aim。　The　Walther　roared　and　kicked　three　times。　At　the　last　shot；　at　fifty　yards；　the　figure　crouched　over　the　wheel　jerked　backwards。　The　hands　flew　sideways　off　the　wheel。　The　head　craned　briefly　into　the　air　and　slumped　forward。　The　right　hand　remained　sticking　out　as　if　the　dead　man　was　signalling　a　right…hand　turn。　Bond　started　to　run　up　the　road；　expecting　the　car　to　stop；　but　the　wheels　were　held　in　the　ruts　and；　with　the　weight　of　the　dead　right　foot　still　on　the　accelerator；　the　Lancia　tore　onwards　in　its　screaming　third　gear。　Bond　stopped　and　watched　it。　It　hurried　on　along　the　flat　road　across　the　burned…up　plain　and　the　cloud　of　white　dust　blew　gaily　up　behind。　At　any　moment　Bond　expected　it　to　veer　off　the　road；　but　it　did　not；　and　Bond　stood　and　saw　it　out　of　sight　into　the　early　morning　mist　that　promised　a　beautiful　day。
　Bond　put　his　gun　on　safe　and　tucked　it　away　in　the　belt　of　his　trousers。　He　turned　to　find　Colombo　approaching　him。　The　fat　man　was　grinning　delightedly。　He　came　up　with　Bond　and；　to　Bond's　horror；　threw　open　his　arms；　clutched　Bond　to　him　and　kissed　him　on　both　cheeks。
　Bond　said：　〃For　God's　sake；　Colombo。〃
　Colombo　roared　with　laughter。　〃Ah；　the　quiet　Englishman！　He　fears　nothing　save　the　emotions。　But　me；〃　he　hit　himself　in　the　chest；　〃me；　Enrico　Colombo；　loves　this　man　and　he　is　not　ashamed　to　say　so。　If　you　had　not　got　the　machine…gunner；　not　one　of　us　would　have　survived。　As　it　is；　I　lost　two　of　my　men　and　others　have　wounds。　But　only　half　a　dozen　Albanians　remain　on　their　feet　and　they　have　escaped　into　the　village。　No　doubt　the　police　will　round　them　up。　And　now　you　have　sent　that　bastard　Kristatos　motoring　down　to　hell。　What　a　splendid　finish　to　him！　　What　will　happen　when　the　little　racing…hearse　meets　the　main　road？　He　is　already　signalling　for　the　right…hand　turn　on　to　the　autostrada；　I　hope　he　will　remember　to　drive　on　the　right。〃　Colombo　clapped　Bond　boisterously　on　the　shoulder。　〃But　e；　my　friend。　It　is　time　we　got　out　of　here。　The　cocks　are　open　in　the　Albanian　ship　and　she　will　soon　be　on　the　bottom。　There　are　no　telephones　in　this　little　place。　We　will　have　a　good　start　on　the　police。　It　will　take　them　some　time　to　get　sense　out　of　the　fishermen。　I　have　spoken　to　the　head　man。　No　one　here　has　any　love　for　Albanians。　But　we　must　be　on　our　way。　We　have　a　stiff　sail　into　the　wind　and　there　is　no　doctor　I　can　trust　this　side　of　Venice。〃
　Flames　were　beginning　to　lick　out　of　the　shattered　warehouse；　and　there　was　billowing　smoke　that　smelled　of　sweet　vegetables。　Bond　and　Colombo　walked　round　to　windward。　The　Albanian　ship　had　settled　on　the　bottom　and　her　decks　were　awash。　They　waded　across　her　and　climbed　on　board　the　Colombina；　where　Bond　had　to　go　through　some　more　handshaking　and　back…slapping。　They　cast　off　at　once　and　made　for　the　headland　guarding　the　harbour。　There　was　a　small　group　of　fishermen　standing　by　their　boats　that　lay　drawn　up　on　the　beach　below　a　huddle　of　stone　cottages。　They　made　a　surly　impression；　but　when　Colombo　waved　and　shouted　something　in　Italian　most　of　them　raised　a　hand　in　farewell；　and　one　of　them　called　back　something　that　made　the　crew　of　the　Colombina　laugh。　Colombo　explained：　〃They　say　we　were　better　than　the　cinema　at　Ancona　and　we　must　e　again　soon。〃
　Bond　suddenly　felt　the　excitement　drain　out　of　him。　He　felt　dirty　and　unshaven；　and　he　could　smell　his　own　sweat。　He　went　below　and　borrowed　a　razor　and　a　clean　shirt　from　one　of　the　crew；　and　stripped　in　his　cabin　and　cleansed　himself。　When　he　took　out　his　gun　and　threw　it　on　the　bunk　he　caught　a　whiff　of　cordite　from　the　barrel。　It　brought　back　the　fear　and　violence　and　death　of　the　grey　dawn。　He　opened　the　porthole。　Outside；　the　sea　was　dancing　and　gay；　and　the　receding　coastline；　that　had　been　black　and　mysterious；　was　now　green　and　beautiful。　A　sudden　delicious　scent　of　frying　bacon　came　downwind　from　the　galley。　Abruptly　Bond　pulled　the　porthole　to　and　dressed　and　went　along　to　the　saloon。
　Over　a　mound　of　fried　eggs　and　bacon　washed　down　with　hot　sweet　coffee　laced　with　rum；　Colombo　dotted　the　i's　and　crossed　the　t's。
　〃This　we　have　done；　my　friend；〃　he　said　through　crunching　toast。　〃That　was　a　year's　supply　of　raw　opium　on　its　way　to　Kristatos's　chemical　works　in　Naples。　It　is　true　that　I　have　such　a　business　in　Milan　and　that　it　is　a　convenient　depot　for　some　of　my　wares。　But　it　fabricates　nothing　more　deadly　than　cascara　and　aspirin。　For　all　that　part　of　Kristatos's　story；　read　Kristatos　instead　of　Colombo。　It　is　he　who　breaks　the　stuff　down　into　heroin　and　it　is　he　who　employs　the　couriers　to　take　it　to　London。　That　huge　shipment　was　worth　perhaps　a　million　pounds　to　Kristatos　and　his　men。　But　do　you　know　something；　my　dear　James？　It　cost　him　not　one　solitary　cent。　Why？　Because　it　is　a　gift　from　Russia。　The　gift　of　a　massive　and　deadly　projectile　to　be　fired　into　the　bowels　of　England。　The　Russians　can　supply　unlimited　quantities　of　the　charge　for　the　projectile。　It　es　from　their　poppy　fields　in　the　Caucasus；　and　Albania　is　a　convenient　entrep？t。　But　they　have　not　the　apparatus　to　fire　this　projectile。　The　man　Kristatos　created　the　necessary　apparatus；　and　it　is　he；　on　behalf　of　his　masters　in　Russia；　who　pulls　the　trigger。　Today；　between　us；　we　have　destroyed；　in　half　an　hour；　the　entire　conspiracy。　You　can　now　go　back　and　tell　your　people　in　England　that　the　traffic　will　cease。　You　can　also　tell　them　the　truth　…　that　Italy　was　not　the　origin　of　this　terrible　underground　weapon　of　war。　That　it　is　our　old　friends　the　Russians。　No　doubt　it　is　some　psychological　warfare　section　of　their　Intelligence　apparatus。　That　I　cannot　tell　you。　Perhaps；　my　dear　James；〃　Colombo　smiled　encouragingly；　〃they　will　send　you　to　Moscow　to　find　out。　If　that　should　happen；　let　us　hope　you　will　find　some　girl　as　charming　as　your　friend　Fraulein　Lisl　Baum　to　put　you　on　the　right　road　to　the　truth。〃
　〃What　do　you　mean　'my　friend'？　She's　yours。〃　Colombo　shook　his　head。　〃My　dear　James；　I　have　many　friends。　You　will　be　spending　a　few　more　days　in　Italy　writing　your　report；　and　no　doubt；〃　he　chuckled；　〃checking　on　some　of　the　things　I　have　told　you。　Perhaps　you　will　also　have　an　enjoyable　half　an　hour　explaining　the　facts　of　life　to　your　colleagues　in　American　Intelligence。　In　between　these　duties　you　will　need　pani