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r　of　Spion；　a　spy；　had　been　removed　and　as　Bond　thought　of　the　man　with　the　stiletto　who　had　cut　them　he　clenched　his　hands　on　the　wheel。
　What　was　happening　to　the　brilliant　organization　of　which　the　man　with　the　knife　had　been　an　agent；　the　Soviet　organ　of　vengeance；　SMERSH；　short　for　Smyert　Spionam　…Death　to　Spies？　Was　it　still　as　powerful；　still　as　efficient？　Who　controlled　it　now　that　Beria　was　gone？　After　the　great　gambling　case　in　which　he　had　been　involved　at　Royale…les…Eaux；　Bond　had　sworn　to　get　back　at　them。　He　had　told　M　as　much　at　that　last　interview。　Was　this　appointment　with　M　to　start　him　on　his　trail　of　revenge？
　Bond's　eyes　narrowed　as　he　gazed　into　the　murk　of　Regents　Park　and　his　face　in　the　faint　dashlight　was　cruel　and　hard。
　He　drew　up　in　the　mews　behind　the　gaunt　high　building；　handed　his　car　over　to　one　of　the　plain…clothes　drivers　from　the　pool　and　walked　round　to　the　main　entrance。　He　was　taken　up　in　the　lift　to　the　top　floor　and　along　the　thickly　carpeted　corridor　he　knew　so　well　to　the　door　next　to　M's。　The　Chief　of　Staff　was　waiting　for　him　and　at　once　spoke　to　M　on　the　inter。
　'007's　here　now；　Sir。'
　'Send　him　in。'
　The　desirable　Miss　Moneypenny；　M's　all…powerful　private　secretary；　gave　him　an　encouraging　smile　and　he　walked　through　the　double　doors。　At　once　the　green　light　came　on；　high　on　the　wall　in　the　room　he　had　left。　M　was　not　to　be　disturbed　as　long　as　it　burned。
　A　reading　lamp　with　a　green　glass　shade　made　a　pool　of　light　across　the　red　leather　top　of　the　broad　desk。　The　rest　of　the　room　was　darkened　by　the　fog　outside　the　windows。
　'Morning；　007。　Let's　have　a　look　at　the　hand。　Not　a　bad　job。　Where　did　they　take　the　skin　from？'
　'High　up　on　the　forearm；　Sir。'
　'Hm。　Hairs'll　grow　a　bit　thick。　Crooked　too。　However。　Can't　be　helped。　Looks　all　right　for　the　time　being。　Sit　down。'
　Bond　walked　round　to　the　single　chair　which　faced　M　across　the　desk。　The　grey　eyes　looked　at　him；　through　him。
　'Had　a　good　rest？'
　'Yes　thank　you；　Sir。'
　'Ever　seen　one　of　these？'　M　abruptly　fished　something　out　of　his　waistcoat　pocket。　He　tossed　it　half　way　across　the　desk　towards　Bond。　It　fell　with　a　faint　clang　on　the　red　leather　and　lay；　gleaming　richly；　an　inch…wide；　hammered　gold　coin。
　Bond　picked　it　up；　turned　it　over；　weighed　it　in　his　hand。
　'No；　Sir。　Worth　about　five　pounds；　perhaps。'
　'Fifteen　to　a　collector。　It's　a　Rose　Noble　of　Edward　IV。'
　M　fished　again　in　his　waistcoat　pocket　and　tossed　more　magnificent　gold　coins　on　to　the　table　in　front　of　Bond。　As　he　did　so；　he　glanced　at　each　one　and　identified　it。
　'Double　Excellente；　Spanish；　Ferdinand　and　Isabella；　1510　；　Ecu　au　Soleil；　French；　Charles　IX；　1574；　Double　Ecu　d'or；　French；　Henry　IV；　1600；　Double　Ducat；　Spanish；　Philip　II；　1560；　Ryder；　Dutch；　Charles　d'Egmond；　1538；　Quadruple；　Genoa；　1617；　Double　louis；　a　la　mcche　courte；　French；　Louis　XIV；　1644。　Worth　a　lot　of　money　melted　down。　Much　more　to　collectors；　ten　to　twenty　pounds　each。　Notice　anything　mon　to　them　all？'
　Bond　reflected。　'No；　Sir。'
　'All　minted　before　1650。　Bloody　Morgan；　the　pirate；　was　Governor　and　mander…in…Chief　of　Jamaica　from　1675　to　1688。　The　English　coin　is　the　joker　in　the　pack。　Probably　shipped　out　to　pay　the　Jamaica　garrison。　But　for　that　and　the　dates；　these　could　have　e　from　any　other　treasure…trove　put　together　by　the　great　pirates　…　L'Ollonais；　Pierre　le　Grand；　Sharp；　Sawkins；　Blackbeard。　As　it　is；　and　both　Spinks　and　the　British　Museum　agree；　this　is　almost　certainly　part　of　Bloody　Morgan's　treasure。'
　M　paused　to　fill　his　pipe　and　light　it。　He　didn't　invite　Bond　to　smoke　and　Bond　would　not　have　thought　of　doing　so　uninvited。
　'And　the　hell　of　a　treasure　it　must　be。　So　far　nearly　a　thousand　of　these　and　similar　coins　have　turned　up　in　the　United　States　in　the　last　few　months。　And　if　the　Special　Branch　of　the　Treasury；　and　the　FBI；　have　traced　a　thousand；　how　many　more　have　been　melted　down　or　disappeared　into　private　collections？　And　they　keep　on　ing　in；　turning　up　in　banks；　bullion　merchants；　curio　shops；　but　mostly　pawnbrokers　of　course。　The　FBI　are　in　a　proper　fix。　If　they　put　these　on　the　police　notices　of　stolen　property　they　know　the　source　will　dry　up。　They'd　be　melted　down　into　gold　bars　and　channelled　straight　into　the　black　bullion　market。　Have　to　sacrifice　the　rarity　value　of　the　coins；　but　the　gold　would　go　straight　underground。　As　it　is；　someone's　using　the　negroes　…　porters；　sleeping…car　attendants；　truck…drivers　…　and　getting　the　money　well　spread　over　the　States。　Quite　innocent　people。　Here's　a　typical　case。'　M　opened　a　brown　folder　bearing　the　Top　Secret　red　star　and　selected　a　single　sheet　of　paper。　Through　the　reverse　side；　as　M　held　it　up；　Bond　could　see　the　engraved　heading　：　'Department　of　Justice。　Federal　Bureau　of　Investigations。'　M　read　from　it：
　'Zachary　Smith；　35；　Negro；　Member　of　the　Sleeping　Car　Porters　Brotherhood；　address　gob　West　126th　Street；　New　York　City。'　（M　looked　up　：　'Harlem；'　he　said。）　'Subject　was　identified　by　Arthur　Fein　of　Fein　Jewels　Inc。；　870　Lenox　Avenue；　as　having　offered　for　sale　on　November　21st　last　four　gold　coins　of　the　sixteenth　and　seventeenth　century　（details　attached）。　Fein　offered　a　hundred　dollars　which　was　accepted。　Interrogated　later；　Smith　said　they　had　been　sold　to　him　in　Seventh　Heaven　Bar…B…Q　（a　well…known　Harlem　bar）　for　twenty　dollars　each　by　a　negro　he　had　never　seen　before　or　since。　Vendor　had　said　they　were　worth　fifty　dollars　each　at　Tiffany's；　but　that　he；　the　vendor；　wanted　ready　cash　and　Tiffany's　was　too　far　anyway。　Smith　bought　one　for　twenty　dollars　and　on　finding　that　a　neighbouring　pawnbroker　would　offer　him　twenty…five　dollars　for　it；　returned　to　the　bar　and　purchased　the　remaining　three　for　sixty　dollars。　The　next　morning　he　took　them　to　Fein's。　Subject　has　no　criminal　record。'
　M　returned　the　paper　to　the　brown　folder。
　'That's　typical；'　he　said。　'Several　times　they've　caught　up　with　the　next　link；　the　middle　man　who　bought　them　a　bit　cheaper　and　they　find　that　he　bought　a　handful；　in　one　case　a　hundred　of　them；　from　some　man　who　presumably　got　them　cheaper　still。　All　these　larger　transactions　have　taken　place　in　Harlem　or　Florida。　Always　the　next　man　in　the　link　was　an　unknown　negro；　in　all　cases　a　white…collar　man；　prosperous；　educated；　who　said　he　guessed　they　were　treasure…trove；　Blackbeard's　treasure。
　'This　Blackbeard　story　would　stand　up　to　most　investigations；'　continued　M；　'because　there　is　reason　to　believe　that　part　of　his　hoard　was　dug　up　around　Christmas　Day；　1928；　at　a　place　called　Plum　Point。　It's　a　narrow　neck　of　land　in　Beaufort　County；　North　Carolina；　where　a　stream　called　Bath　Creek　flows　into　the　Pamlico　River。　Don't　think　I'm　an　expert；'　he　smiled；　'you　can　read　all　about　this　in　the　dossier。　So；　in　theory；　it　would　be　quite　reasonable　for　those　lucky　treasure…hunters　to　have　hidden　the　loot　until　everyone　had　forgotten　the　story　and　then　thrown　it　fast　on　the　market。　Or　else　they　could　have　sold　it　en　bloc　at　the　time；　or　later；　and　the　purchaser　has　just　decided　to　cash　in。　Anyway　it's　a　good　enough　cover　except　on　two　counts。'
　M　paused　and　relit　his　pipe。
　'Firstly；　Blackbeard　operated　from　about　1690　to　1710　and　it's　improbable　that　none　of　his　coin　should　have　been　minted　later　than　1650。　Also；　as　I　said　before；　it's　very　unlikely　that　his　treasure　would　contain　Edward　IV　Rose　Nobles；　since　there's　no　record　of　an　English　treasure…ship　being　captured　on　its　way　to　Jamaica。　The　Brethren　of　the　Coast　wouldn't　take　them　on。　Too　heavily　escorted。　There　were　much　easier　pickings　if　you　were　sailing　in　those　days　〃on　the　plundering　account〃　as　they　called　it。
　'Secondly；'　and　M　looked　at　the　ceiling　and　then　back　at　Bond；　'I　know　where　the　treasure　is。　At　least　I'm　pretty　sure　I　do。　And　it's　not　in　America。　It's　in　Jamaica；　and　it　is　Bloody　Morgan's；　and　I　guess　it's　one　of　the　most　valuable　treasure…troves　in　history。'
　'Good　Lord；'　said　Bond。　'How。。。　where　do　we　e　into　it？〃
　M　held　up　his　hand。　'You'll　find　all　the　details　in　here；'　he　let　his　hand　e　down　on　the　brown　folder。　'Briefly；　Station　C　has　been　interested　in　a　Diesel　yacht；　the　Secatur；　which　has　been　running　from　a　small　island　on　the　North　Coast　of