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down the steep hill into the sea？
All the signs pointed to paranoia。 Delusions of grandeur and； behind that； of persecution。 The contempt in his face。 The bullying voice。 The expression of secret triumph with which he had met defeat after a moment of bitter collapse。 。 The triumph of the maniac who knows that whatever the facts may say he is right。 Whoever may try to thwart him he can overe。 For him there is no defeat because of his secret power。 He knows how to make gold。 He can fly like a bird。 He is almighty…the man in the padded cell who is God。 Yes； thought Bond； gazing blindly out over Regent's Park。 That is the solution。 Sir Hugo Drax is a raving paranoiac。 That is the power which has driven him on； by devious routes； to make his millions。 That is the mainspring of the gift to England of this giant rocket that will annihilate our enemies。 Thanks to the all…powerful Drax。
But who can tell how near to breaking…point this man is？ Who has penetrated behind that bluster； behind all that red hair on his face； who has read the signs as more than the effect of his humble origins or of sensitivity about his war wounds？
Apparently no one。 Then was he； Bond； right in his analysis？ What was it based on？ Was this glimpse through a shuttered window into a man's soul sufficient evidence？ Perhaps others had caught such a glimpse。 Perhaps there had been other moments of supreme tension in Singapore； Hong Kong； Nigeria； Tangier； when some merchant sitting across a table from Drax had noticed the sweat and the bitten nails and the red blaze of the eyes in the face from which all the blood had suddenly been drained。
If one had time； thought Bond； one ought to seek those people out； if they existed； and really find out about this man； perhaps get him in the killing…bottle before it was too late。
Too late？ Bond smiled to himself。 What was he being so dramatic about？ What had this man done to him？ Made him a present of ￡15；000。 Bond shrugged。 It was none of his business anyway。 But that last remark of his； 'Spend it quickly； mander Bond。' What had he meant by that？ It must be those words； Bond reflected； that had stayed in the back of his mind and made him ponder so carefully over the problem of Drax。
Bond turned brusquely away from the window。 To hell with it； he thought。 I'm getting obsessed myself。 Now then。 Fifteen thousand pounds。 A miraculous windfall。 All right then； he would spend it quickly。 He sat down at his desk and picked up a pencil。 He thought for a moment and then wrote carefully on a memorandum pad headed 'Top Secret'：
（1） Rolls…Bentley Convertible； say ￡5000。
（2） Three diamond clips at ￡250 each； ￡750。
He paused。 That still left nearly ￡10；000。 Some clothes； paint the flat； a set of the new Henry Cotton irons； a few dozen of the Taittinger champagne。 But those could wait。 He would go that afternoon and buy the clips and talk to Bentleys。 Put all the rest into gold shares。 Make a fortune。 Retire。
In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence 〃Can you e up？ M。 wants you。〃 It was the Chief of Staff； speaking urgently。
〃ing；〃 said Bond； suddenly alert。 〃Any clue？〃
〃Search me；〃 said the Chief of Staff。 〃Hasn't touched his signals yet。 Been over at the Yard and the Ministry of Supply all the morning。〃
He rang off。
CHAPTER IX
TAKE IT FROM HERE
A FEW minutes later Bond was walking through the familiar door and the green light had gone on over the entrance。 M。 looked sharply at him。 〃You look pretty dreadful； 007；〃 he said。 〃Sit down。〃
It's business； thought Bond； his pulse quickening。 No Christian names today。 He sat down。 M。 was studying some pencilled notes on a scratch…pad。 He looked up。 His eyes were no longer interested in Bond。
〃Trouble down at Drax's plant last night；〃 he said。 〃Double killing。 Police tried to get hold of Drax。 Didn't think of Blades apparently。 Caught up with him when he got back to the Ritz about half…past one this morning。 Two men from the Moonraker got shot in a public house near the plant。 Both dead。 Drax told the police he couldn't care less and then hung up。 Typical of the man。 He's down there now。 Taking the thing a bit more seriously； I gather。〃
〃Curious coincidence；〃 said Bond thoughtfully。 〃But where do we e in； sir？ Isn't it a police job？〃
〃Partly；〃 said M。； 〃but it happens that we're responsible for a lot of the key personnel down there。 Germans；〃 he added。 〃I'd better explain。〃 He looked down at his pad。 〃It's an RAF establishment and the cover…plan is that it's part of the big radar network along the East Coast。 The RAF are responsible for guarding the perimeter and the Ministry of Supply only has authority at the centre where the work is going on。 It's on the edge of the cliffs between Dover and Deal。 The whole area covers about a thousand acres； but the site itself is about two hundred。 On the site there are only Drax and fifty…two others left。 All the construction team have gone。〃
Pack of cards and a joker； reflected Bond。 〃Fifty of these are Germans；〃 continued M。 〃More or less all the guided missile experts the Russians didn't get。 Drax paid for them to e over here and work on the Moonraker。 Nobody was very happy with the arrangement but there was no alternative。 The Ministry of Supply couldn't spare any of their experts from Woomera。 Drax had to find his men where he could。 To strengthen the RAF security people； the Ministry of Supply appointed their own security officer to live on the site。 Man called Major Tallon。〃
M。 paused and looked up at the ceiling。
〃He was one of the two who got killed last night。 Shot by one of the Germans； who then shot himself。〃
M。 lowered his eyes and looked at Bond。 Bond said nothing； waiting for the rest of the story。
〃It happened in a public house near the site。 Plenty of witnesses。 Apparently it's an inn on the edge of the site that is in bounds to the men。 Must have somewhere to go to； I suppose。〃 M。 paused。 He kept his eyes on Bond。 〃Now you asked where we e in on all this。 We e in because we cleared this particular German； and all the others； before they were allowed to e over here。 We've got the dossiers of all of them。 So when this happened the first thing RAF Security and Scotland Yard wanted was the dossier of the dead man。 They got on to the Duty Officer last night and he dug the papers out of Records and sent them over to the Yard。 Routine job。 He noted it in the log。 When I got here this morning and saw the entry in the log I suddenly got interested。〃 M。 spoke quietly。 〃After spending the evening with Drax； it was； as you remarked； a curious coincidence。〃
〃Very curious； sir；〃 said Bond； still waiting。
〃And there's one more thing；〃 concluded M。 〃And this is the real reason why I've let myself get involved instead of keeping clear of the whole business。 This has got to take priority over everything。〃 M。's voice was very quiet。 〃They're going to fire the Moonraker on Friday。 Less than four days' time。 Practice shoot。〃
M。 paused and reached for his pipe and busied himself lighting it。
Bond said nothing。 He still couldn't see what all this had to do with the Secret Service whose jurisdiction runs only outside the United Kingdom。 It seemed a job for the Special Branch of Scotland Yard； or conceivably for MI5。 He waited。 He looked at his watch。 It was noon。
M。 got his pipe going and continued。
〃But quite apart from that；〃 said M。； 〃I got interested because last night I got interested in Drax。〃
〃So did I； sir；〃 said Bond。
〃So when I read the log；〃 said M。； ignoring Bond's ment； 〃I telephoned Vallance at the Yard and asked him what it was all about。 He was rather worried and asked me to e over。 I said I didn't want to tread on Five's corns but he said he had already spoken to them。 They maintained it was a matter between my department and the police since it was we who had cleared the German who did the killing。 So I went along。〃
M。 paused and looked down at his notes。
〃The place is on the coast about three miles north of Dover；〃 he said。 〃There's this inn nearby on the main coast road； the 'World without Want'； and the men from the site go there in the evening。 Last night； about seven…thirty； the Security man from the Ministry； th
