ian fleming.casino royale-第33章

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。　I'm　in　a　frightful　。　。　。'　She　wept　again；　clutching　him　like　a　child　with　nightmares。
　He　soothed　her；　stroking　the　long　black　hair　and　kissing　her　softly。
　'Go　away　now；'　she　said。　'I　must　have　time　to　think。　We've　got　to　do　something。'
　She　took　his　handkerchief　and　dried　her　eyes。
　She　led　him　to　the　door　and　there　they　held　tightly　to　each　other。　Then　he　kissed　her　again　and　she　shut　the　door　behind　him。
　That　evening　most　of　the　gayness　and　intimacy　of　their　first　night　came　back。　She　was　excited　and　some　of　her　laughter　sounded　brittle；　but　Bond　was　determined　to　fall　in　with　her　new　mood　and　it　was　only　at　the　end　of　dinner　that　he　made　a　passing　remark　which　made　her　pause。
　She　put　her　hand　over　his。
　'Don't　talk　about　it　now；'　she　said。　'Forget　it　now。　It's　all　past。　I'll　tell　you　about　it　in　the　morning。'
　She　looked　at　him　and　suddenly　her　eyes　were　full　of　tears。　She　found　a　handkerchief　in　her　bag　and　dabbed　at　them。
　'Give　me　some　more　champagne；'　she　said。　She　gave　a　queer　little　laugh。　'I　want　a　lot　more。　You　drink　much　more　than　me。　It's　not　fair。'
　They　sat　and　drank　together　until　the　bottle　was　finished。　Then　she　got　to　her　feet。　She　knocked　against　her　chair　and　giggled。
　'I　do　believe　I'm　tight；'　she　said；　'how　disgraceful。　Please；　James；　don't　be　ashamed　of　me。　I　did　so　want　to　be　gay。　And　I　am　gay。'
　She　stood　behind　him　and　ran　her　fingers　through　his　black　hair。
　'e　up　quickly；'　she　said。　'I　want　you　badly　tonight。'
　She　blew　a　kiss　at　him　and　was　gone。
　For　two　hours　they　made　slow；　sweet　love　in　a　mood　of　happy　passion　which　the　day　before　Bond　would　never　have　thought　they　could　regain。　The　barriers　of　self…consciousness　and　mistrust　seemed　to　have　vanished　and　the　words　they　spoke　to　each　other　were　innocent　and　true　again　and　there　was　no　shadow　between　them。
　'You　must　go　now；'　said　Vesper　when　Bond　had　slept　for　a　while　in　her　arms。
　As　if　to　take　back　her　words　she　held　him　more　closely　to　her；　murmuring　endearments　and　pressing　her　body　down　the　whole　length　of　his。
　When　he　finally　rose　and　bent　to　smooth　back　her　hair　and　finally　kiss　her　eyes　and　her　mouth　good　night；　she　reached　out　and　turned　on　the　light。
　'Look　at　me；'　she　said；　'and　let　me　look　at　you。'
　He　knelt　beside　her。
　She　examined　every　line　on　his　face　as　if　she　was　seeing　him　for　the　first　time。　Then　she　reached　up　and　put　an　arm　round　his　neck。　Her　deep　blue　eyes　were　swimming　with　tears　as　she　drew　his　head　slowly　towards　her　and　kissed　him　gently　on　the　lips。　Then　she　let　him　go　and　turned　off　the　light
　'Good　night；　my　dearest　love；'　she　said。
　Bond　bent　and　kissed　her。　He　tasted　the　tears　on　her　heck。
　He　went　to　the　door　and　looked　back。
　'Sleep　well；　my　darling；'　he　said。　'Don't　worry；　everything's　all　right　now。'
　He　closed　the　door　softly　and　walked　to　his　room　with　a　full　heart。
　
　
　CHAPTER　27　…　THE　BLEEDING　HEART
　The　patron　brought　him　the　letter　in　the　morning。
　He　burst　into　Bond's　room　holding　the　envelope　in　front　of　him　as　if　it　was　on　fire。
　'There　has　been　a　terrible　accident。　Madame　。　。　。'
　Bond　hurled　himself　out　of　bed　and　through　the　bathroom；　but　the　municating　door　was　locked。　He　dashed　back　and　through　his　room　and　down　the　corridor　past　a　shrinking；　terrified　maid。
　Vesper's　door　was　open。　The　sunlight　through　the　shutters　lit　up　the　room。　Only　her　black　hair　showed　above　the　sheet　and　her　body　under　the　bedclothes　was　straight　and　moulded　like　a　stone　effigy　on　a　tomb。
　Bond　fell　on　his　knees　beside　her　and　drew　back　the　sheet。
　She　was　asleep。　She　must　be。　Her　eyes　were　closed。　There　was　no　change　in　the　dear　face。　She　was　just　as　she　would　look　and　yet；　and　yet　she　was　so　still；　no　movement；　no　pulse；　no　breath。　That　was　it。　There　was　no　breath。
　Later　the　patron　came　and　touched　him　on　the　shoulder。　He　pointed　at　the　empty　glass　on　the　table　beside　her。　There　were　white　dregs　in　the　bottom　of　it。　It　stood　beside　her　book　and　her　cigarettes　and　matches　and　the　small　pathetic　litter　of　her　mirror　and　lipstick　and　handkerchief。　And　on　the　floor　the　empty　bottle　of　sleeping…pills；　the　pills　Bond　had　seen　in　the　bathroom　that　first　evening。
　Bond　rose　to　his　feet　and　shook　himself。　The　patron　was　holding　out　the　letter　towards　him。　He　took　it。
　'Please　notify　the　missaire；'　said　Bond。　'I　will　be　in　my　room　when　he　wants　me。'
　He　walked　blindly　away　without　a　backward　glance。
　He　sat　on　the　edge　of　his　bed　and　gazed　out　of　the　window　at　the　peaceful　sea。　Then　he　stared　dully　at　the　envelope。　It　was　addressed　simply　in　a　large　round　hand　'Pour　Lui'。
　The　thought　passed　through　Bond's　mind　that　she　must　have　left　orders　to　be　called　early；　so　that　it　would　not　be　he　who　found　her。
　He　turned　the　envelope　over。　Not　long　ago　it　was　her　warm　tongue　which　had　sealed　the　flap。
　He　gave　a　sudden　shrug　and　opened　it。
　It　was　not　long。　After　the　first　few　words　he　read　it　quickly；　the　breath　ing　harshly　through　his　nostrils。
　Then　he　threw　it　down　on　the　bed　as　if　it　had　been　a　scorpion。
　
　MY　DARLING　JAMES　＇the　letter　opened＇；
　I　love　you　with　all　my　heart　and　while　you　read　these　words　I　hope　you　still　love　me　because；　now；　with　these　words；　this　is　the　last　moment　that　your　love　will　last。　So　good…bye；　my　sweet　love；　while　we　still　love　each　other。　Good…bye；　my　darling。
　I　am　an　agent　of　the　MWD。　Yes；　I　am　a　double　agent　for　the　Russians。　I　was　taken　on　a　year　after　the　war　and　I　have　worked　for　them　ever　since。　I　was　in　love　with　a　Pole　in　the　RAF。　Until　you；　I　still　was。　You　can　find　out　who　he　was。　He　had　two　DSOs　and　after　the　war　he　was　trained　by　M　and　dropped　back　into　Poland。　They　caught　him　and　by　torturing　him　they　found　out　a　lot　and　also　about　me。　They　came　after　me　and　told　me　he　could　live　if　I　would　work　for　them。　He　knew　nothing　of　this；　but　he　was　allowed　to　write　to　me。　The　letter　arrived　on　the　fifteenth　of　each　month。　I　found　I　couldn't　stop。　I　couldn't　bear　the　idea　of　a　fifteenth　ing　round　without　his　letter。　It　would　mean　that　I　had　killed　him。　I　tried　to　give　them　as　little　possible。　You　must　believe　me　about　this。　Then　it　came　to　you。　I　told　them　you　had　been　given　this　job　at　Royale；　what　your　cover　was　and　so　on。　That　was　why　they　knew　about　you　before　you　arrived　and　why　they　had　time　to　put　the　microphones　in。　They　suspected　Le　Chiffre；　but　they　didn't　know　what　your　assignment　was　except　that　it　was　something　to　do　with　him。　That　was　all　I　told　them。
　Then　I　was　told　not　to　stand　behind　you　in　the　Casino　and　to　see　that　neither　Mathis　nor　Leiter　did。　That　was　why　the　gunman　was　nearly　able　to　shoot　you。　Then　I　had　to　stage　that　kidnapping。　You　may　have　wondered　why　I　was　so　quiet　in　the　night…club。　They　didn't　hurt　me　because　I　was　working　for　MWD。
　But　when　I　found　out　what　had　been　done　to　you；　even　though　it　was　Le　Chiffre　who　did　it　and　he　turned　out　to　be　a　traitor；　I　decided　I　couldn't　go　on。　By　that　time　I　had　begun　to　fall　in　love　with　you。　They　wanted　me　to　find　out　things　from　you　while　you　were　recovering；　but　I　refused。　I　was　controlled　from　Paris。　I　had　to　ring　up　an　Invalides　number　twice　a　day。　They　threatened　me；　and　finally　they　withdrew　my　control　and　I　knew　my　lover　in　Poland　would　have　to　die。　But　they　were　afraid　I　would　talk；　I　suppose；　and　I　got　a　final　warning　that　SMERSH　would　e　for　me　if　I　didn't　obey　them。　I　took　no　notice。　I　was　in　love　with　you。　Then　I　saw　the　man　with　the　black　patch　in　the　Splendide　and　I　found　he　had　been　making　inquiries　about　my　movements。　This　was　the　day　before　we　came　down　here。　I　hoped　I　could　shake　him　off。　I　decided　that　we　would　have　an　affair　and　I　would　escape　to　South　America　from　Le　Havre。　I　hoped　I　would　have　a　baby　of　yours　and　be　able　to　start　again　somewhere。　But　they　followed　us。　You　can't　get　away　from　them。
　I　knew　it　would　be　the　end　of　our　love　if　I　told　you。　I　realized　that　I　could　either　wait　to　be　killed　by　SMERSH；　would　perhaps　get　you　killed　too；　or　I　could　kill　myself。
　There　it　is；　my　darling　love。　You　can't　stop　me　calling　you　that　or　saying　that　I　love　you。　I　am　taking　that　with　me　and　the　memories　of　you。
　I　can't　tell　you　much　to　help　you。　The　Paris　number　was　Invalides　55200。　I　never　met　any