ian fleming.casino royale-第22章
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'My dear boy；' Le Chiffre spoke like a father； 'the game of Red Indians is over； quite over。 You have stumbled by mischance into a game for grown…ups and you have already found it a painful experience。 You are not equipped； my dear boy； to play games with adults and it was very foolish of your nanny in London to have sent you out here with your spade and bucket。 Very foolish indeed and most unfortunate for you。
'But we must stop joking； my dear fellow； although I am sure you would like to follow me in developing this amusing little cautionary tale。'
He suddenly dropped his bantering tone and looked at Bond sharply and venomously。
'Where is the money？'
Bond's bloodshot eyes looked emptily back at him。
Again the upward jerk of the wrist and again Bond's whole body writhed and contorted。
Le Chiffre waited until the tortured heart eased down its laboured pumping and until Bond's eyes dully opened again。
'Perhaps I should explain；' said Le Chiffre。 'I intend to continue attacking the sensitive parts of your body until you answer my question。 I am without mercy and there will be no relenting。 There is no one to stage a last…minute rescue and there is no possibility of escape for you。 This is not a romantic adventure story in which the villain is finally routed and the hero is given a medal and marries the girl。 Unfortunately these things don't happen in real life。 If you continue to be obstinate； you will be tortured to the edge of madness and then the girl will be brought in and we will set about her in front of you。 If that is still not enough； you will both be painfully killed and I shall reluctantly leave your bodies and make my way abroad to a fortable house which is waiting for me。 There I shall take up a useful and profitable career and live to a ripe and peaceful old age in the bosom of the family I shall doubtless create。 So you see； my dear boy； that I stand to lose nothing。 If you hand the money over； so much the better。 If not； I shall shrug my shoulders and be on my way。'
He paused； and his wrist lifted slightly on his knee。 Bond's flesh cringed as the cane surface just touched him。
'But you； my dear fellow； can only hope that I shall spare you further pain and spare your life。 There is no other hope for you but that。 Absolutely none。'
'Well？'
Bond closed his eyes and waited for the pain。 He knew that the beginning of torture is the worst。 There is a parabola of agony。 A crescendo leading up to a peak and then the nerves are blunted and react progressively less until unconsciousness and death。 All he could do was to pray for the peak； pray that his spirit would hold out so long and then accept the long free…wheel down to the final black…out。
He had been told by colleagues who had survived torture by the Germans and the Japanese that towards the end there came a wonderful period of warmth and languor leading into a sort of sexual twilight where pain turned to pleasure and where hatred and fear of the torturers turned to a masochistic infatuation。 It was the supreme test of will； he had learnt； to avoid showing this form of punch…drunkenness。 Directly it was suspected they would either kill you at once and save themselves further useless effort； or let you recover sufficiently your nerves had crept back to the other side of the parabola。 Then they would start again。
He opened his eyes a fraction。
Le Chiffre had been waiting for this and like a rattlesnake the cane instrument leapt from the floor。 It struck again and again so that Bond screamed and his body jangled in the chair like a marionette。
Le Chiffre desisted only when Bond's tortured spasms showed a trace of sluggishness。 He sat for a while sipping his coffee and frowning slightly like a surgeon watching a cardiograph during a difficult operation。
When Bond's eyes flickered and opened he addressed him again； but now with a trace of impatience。
'We know that the money is somewhere in your room；' he said。 'You drew a cheque to cash for forty million francs and I know that you went back to the hotel to hide it。'
For a moment Bond wondered how he had been so certain。
'Directly you left for the night club；' continued Le Chiffre； 'your room was searched by four of my people。'
The Muntzes must have helped； reflected Bond。
'We found a good deal in childish hiding…places。 The ball…cock in the lavatory yielded an interesting little code…book and we found some more of your papers taped to the back of a drawer。 All the furniture has been taken to pieces and your clothes and the curtains and bedclothes have been cut up。 Every inch of the room has been searched and all the fittings removed。 It is most unfortunate for you that we didn't find the cheque。 If we had； you would now be fortably in bed； perhaps with the beautiful Miss Lynd； instead of this。' He lashed upwards。
Through the red mist of pain； Bond thought of Vesper。 He could imagine how she was being used by the two gunmen。 They would be making the most of her before she was sent for by Le Chiffre。 He thought of the fat wet lips of the Corsican and the slow cruelty of the thin man。 Poor wretch to have been dragged into this。 Poor little beast。
Le Chiffre was talking again。
'Torture is a terrible thing；' he was saying as he puffed at a fresh cigarette； 'but it is a simple matter for the torturer； particularly when the patient；' he smiled at the word； 'is a man。 You see； my dear Bond； with a man it is quite unnecessary to indulge in refinements。 With this simple instrument； or with almost any other object； one can cause a man as much pain as is possible or necessary。 Do not believe what you read in novels or books about the war。 There is nothing worse。 It is not only the immediate agony； but also the thought that your manhood is being gradually destroyed and that at the end； if you will not yield； you will no longer be a man。
'That； my dear Bond； is a sad and terrible thought … a long chain of agony for the body and also for the mind； and then the final screaming moment when you will beg me to kill you。 All that is inevitable unless you tell me where you hid the money。'
He poured some more coffee into the glass and drank it down leaving brown corners to his mouth。
Bond's lips were writhing。 He was trying to say something。 At last he got the word out in a harsh croak： 'Drink；' he said and his tongue came out and swilled across his dry lips。
'Of course； my dear boy； how thoughtless of me。' Le Chiffre poured some coffee into the other glass。 There was a ring of sweat drops on the floor round Bond's chair。
'We must certainly keep your tongue lubricated。'
He laid the handle of the carpet…beater down on the floor between his thick legs and rose from his chair。 He went behind Bond and taking a handful of his soaking hair in one hand； he wrenched Bond's head sharply back。 He poured the coffee down Bond's throat in small mouthfuls so that he would not choke。 Then he released his head so that it fell forward again on his chest。 He went back to his chair and picked up the carpet…beater。
Bond raised his head and spoke thickly。
'Money no good to you。' His voice was a laborious croak。 'Police trace it to you。'
Exhausted by the effort； his head sank forward again。 He was a little； but only a little； exaggerating the extent of his physical collapse。 Anything to gain time and anything to defer the next searing pain。
'Ah； my dear fellow； I had forgotten to tell you。' Le Chiffre smiled wolfishly。 'We met after our little game at the Casino and you were such a sportsman that you agreed we would have one more run through the pack between the two of us。 It was a gallant gesture。 Typical of an English gentleman。
'Unfortunately you lost and this upset you so much that you decided to leave Royale immediately for an unknown destination。 Like the gentleman you are； you very kindly gave me a note explaining the circumstances so that I would have no difficulty in cashing your cheque。 You see； dear boy； everything has been thought of and you need have no fears on my account。' He chuckled fatly。
'Now shall we continue？ I have all the time in the world and truth to tell I am rather interested to see how long a man can stand this particular form of 。 。 。 e
