if.moonraker-第28部分
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rl pick her way among its coils to where Walter was standing alone。 He was gazing up at the mouth of the fuel pipe being hoist to where a gantry； outstretched to the threshold of an access door halfway up the rocket； indicated the main fuel tanks。
She said something to Walter and then stood beside him looking upwards as the pipe was delicately manhandled through into the interior of the rocket。
Bond thought she looked very innocent standing there with her brown hair falling back from her head and the curve of her ivory throat sweeping down into the plain white shirt。 With her hands clasped behind her back； gazing raptly upwards at the glittering fifty feet of the Moonraker； she might have been a schoolgirl looking up at a Christmas tree…except for the impudent pride of the jutting breasts； swept up by the thrown…back head and shoulders。
Bond smiled to himself as he walked to the foot of the iron stairway and started to climb。 That innocent； desirable girl； he reminded himself； is an extremely efficient policewoman。 She knows how to kick； and where； she can break my arm probably more easily and quickly than I can break hers； and at least half of her belongs to the Special Branch of Scotland Yard。 Of course； he reflected； looking down just in time to see her follow Dr Walters into Drax's office； there is always the other half。
Outside； the brilliant May sunshine seemed particularly golden after the blue…white of the arcs and Bond could feel it hot on his back as he walked purposefully across the concrete towards the house。 The foghorn from the Goodwins was silent and the morning was so quiet that he could hear the rhythmic thump of a ship's engines as a coaster negotiated the Inner Leads； between the Goodwins and the shore； on its way northwards。
He approached the house under cover of the wide blast…wall and then quickly crossed the few yards to the front door； the crepe rubber soles of his shoes making no noise。 He eased open the door and left it ajar and walked softly into the hall and stood listening。 There was the early summer noise of a bumble…bee fussing against the pane of one of the windows and a distant clatter from the barracks behind the house。 Otherwise the silence was deep and warm and reassuring。
Bond walked carefully across the hall and up the stairs； placing his feet flat on the ground and using the extreme edges of the steps where the boards would be less likely to creak。 There was no noise in the corridor but Bond saw that his door at the far end was open。 He took his gun from under his armpit and walked swiftly down the carpeted passage。
Krebs had his back to him。 He was kneeling forward in the middle of the floor with his elbows on the ground。 His hands were at the wheels of the bination lock of Bond's leather case。 His whole attention was focused on the click of the tumblers in the lock。
The target was tempting and Bond didn't hesitate。 His teeth showed in a hard smile； he took two quick paces into the room and his foot lashed out。
All his force was behind the point of his shoe and his balance and timing were perfect。
The scream of a jay was driven out of Krebs as； like the caricature of a leaping frog； he hurtled over Bond's case； across a yard or so of carpet； and into the front of the mahogany dressing…table。 His head hit the middle of it so hard that the heavy piece of furniture rocked on its base。 The scream was abruptly cut off and he crashed in an inert spreadeagle on the floor and lay still。
Bond stood looking at him and listening for the sound of hurrying footsteps； but there was still silence in the house。 He walked over to the sprawling figure and bent down and heaved it over on its back。 The face around the smudge of yellow moustache was pale and some blood had oozed down over the forehead from a cut in the top of the skull。 The eyes were closed and the breathing was laboured。
Bond knelt down on one knee and went carefully through every pocket of Krebs's neat grey pinstripe suit； laying the disappointingly meagre contents on the carpet beside the body。 There was no pocketbook and no papers。 The only objects of interest were a bunch of skeleton keys； a spring knife with a well…sharpened stiletto blade； and an obscene little truss…shaped black leather cosh。 Bond pocketed these and then went to his bedside table and fetched the untouched bottle of Vichy water。
It took five minutes to revive Krebs and get him into a sitting position with his back to the dressing…table and another five for him to be capable of speaking。 Gradually the colour came back to his face and the craftiness to his eyes。
〃I answer no questions except to Sir Hugo；〃 he said as Bond started the interrogation。 〃You have no right to question me。 I was doing my duty。〃 His voice was surly and assured。
Bond took the empty Vichy bottle by the neck。 〃Think again；〃 he said。 〃Or I'll beat the daylight out of you until this breaks and then use the neck for some plastic surgery。 Who told you to go over my room？〃
〃Leck mich am Arsch。〃 Krebs spat the obscene insult at him。
Bond bent down and cracked him sharply across the shins。
Krebs's body cringed； but； as Bond raised his arm again； he suddenly shot up from the floor and dived under the descending bottle。 The blow caught him hard on the shoulder； but it didn't check his momentum and he was out of the door and halfway down the corridor before Bond started in pursuit。
Bond stopped outside the door and watched the flying figure swerve down the stairs and out of sight。 Then； as he heard the scurrying squeak of the rubber…soled shoes as they fled down the stairs and across the hall； he laughed abruptly to himself and went back into his room and locked the door。 Short of beating the man's brains out it hadn't looked as if he would get much out of Krebs。 He had given him something to think about。 Crafty little brute。 His injuries couldn't have been so bad after all。 Well； it would be up to Drax to punish him。 Unless； of course； Krebs had been carrying out Drax's orders。
Bond cleaned up the mess in his room and sat down on his bed and gazed at the opposite wall with unseeing eyes。 It had not been only instinct that had made him tell Drax he was going to the firing point instead of to the house。 It had seriously crossed his mind that the snooping of Krebs was on Drax's orders； and that Drax ran his own security system。 And yet how did that tally with the deaths of Tallon and Bartsch？ Or had the double killing been a coincidence unrelated to the marks on the chart and the fingerprints of Krebs？
As if summoned by his thoughts； there came a knock on the door and the butler came in。 He was followed by a police sergeant in road patrol uniform who saluted and handed Bond a telegram。 Bond took it over to the window。 It was signed Baxter； which meant Vallance； and it read ：
FIRSTLY CALL WAS FROM HOUSE SECONDLY FOG REQUIRED OPERATION OF FOGHORN SO SHIP HEARD MA OBSERVED NOTHING THIRDLY YOUR PASS RECKONING TOO NEAR SHORE THUS OUT OF SIGHT OF SAINT MARGARETS OR DEAL COASTGUARD ENDS。
〃Thank you；〃 said Bond。 〃No answer。〃
When the door was closed Bond put his lighter to the telegram and dropped it in the fireplace； scuffing the charred remains into powder with the sole of his shoe。
Nothing much there except that Tallon's call to the Ministry might indeed have been heard by someone in the house； which might have resulted in the search of his room； which might have resulted in his death。 But what about Bartsch？ If all this was part of something much bigger how could it be linked up with an attempt to sabotage the rocket？ Wasn't it much simpler to conclude that Krebs was a natural snooper； or more likely that he was operating for Drax； who seemed to be meticulously security…conscious and who might want to be sure of the loyalty of his secretary； of Tallon； and certainly； after their encounter at Blades； of Bond？ Wasn't it just acting like the chief （and Bond had known many of them who would fit the picture） of some super…secret project during the war who had reinforced official security with his own private spy system？
If that theory was correct there only remained the double killing。 Now that Bond had caught the magic and the tension of the Moonrak
