johngardner.winloseordie-第12章
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at lunch。
'Really？〃 Bond gave him a surprised look。 'Well； if she has。 I suggest that someone tells her to take a cold shower。'
'Know what you mean； Captain。 After a day chasing around the sky in these birds。 I doubt if I could put on a performance； even tor the most desirable two…legged bird。 These Harriers sap it all out of you。'
True。〃 Bond said with a tight smile as he rose and left the table。
A couple of days later he received a posi card picturing the Martyrs' Memorial in Oxford。 He did not recognise the writing； but presumed it had been done by one of the cleared secretaries back at the Regent's Park office。 It was neat； short； and to the point。
pleted twenty…two pages of notes on bear…baiting in the sixteenth century； visited Blenheim Palace to take a look at the archives which kept me busy over the weekend。 Hope to see you soon。 Love as ever。 Judith。
Anyone with mon sense could have deciphered it。 Judith was the code for crash meeting。 The lext told Bond exactly when and where： The Bear Hotel。 Woodsiock； near Oxford。 Room twenty…two at eight o'clock on Sunday night … the room number was exact； the time was 16。00 hours plus four。 Either something was up。 or … as the course was nearing pletion … plans had been altered。
The Bear Hotel； Woodstock。 lies in the main square of that crowded little town which stands a few minutes' walk from the grounds leading to Blenheim Palace； that gorgeous gift to the First Duke of Marlborough from a grateful sovereign。 The Palace was designed by Vanbrugh and the magnificent grounds landscaped by Capability Brown。 The main Palace doors contain a replica of the intricate locks which once graced the main gates of the city of Warsaw； and these days people travel to see it in its historic context； for one of the great leaders of the twentieth century； Winston Churchill； was not only born in the Palace； but also lies buried in nearby Biadon。 Bond had often e here； driving from London on a Saturday； spending the day walking in the grounds； simply enjoying the breathtaking views。 He remembered one Saturday in October； some years before； standing on the bridge which spans the main lake； and watching the autumn sun draw a golden spear in the water。 The spear often returned to him in a dream； as though it was some kind of omen。
Blenheim and Woodstock are magnets for tourists from all over the world； and though the Palace is closed in November； the inordinately beautiful grounds and parkland remain open for part of the day； and now； on the Sunday； with wood…smoke in the air and the paths sprinkled with the gold and red leaves of autumn。 Bond once more stood on that same bridge； watching the same red sun； low in the sky； produce a similar effect … a spear of light pointing directly at him。 Now； he wondered； if that spear reflected on water was indeed an omen。
He had taken a room for the night at the nearby Feathers Hotel； partly for security； and partly because he preferred it to the more famous Bear。
He pleted his walk and returned to The Feathers where he put his feet up for a few hours before taking the short stroll to The Bear。 It was with some distaste he noted that the whiff of oil and potato chips hung heavy in the evening air。 ing from pubs that advertised 'Pub Grub' or 'Good Food'； a pair of terms Bond would have liked to see banned from the English language； just as he would； if pushed； like to see the countless young people crowding those very bars banished to some kind of National Service … preferably in the armed forces。 That； he considered； would lake violence of Г the streets of country towns。 and make men out of the louts who littered pavements and got drunk at the sniff of a barmaid's apron。
He dodged into the front entrance of The Bear； neatly keeping clear of the reception area at the rear of the narrow passage leading through from the entrance hall； and squeezing into the small elevator that would take him to Room twenty…two。
Both M and his Chief of Staff were wailing。
'O Branch have just swept the place。' M said as a form of greeting。 ：lt appears to be clean； though nowadays who's to know。'
Bond gave both his chief and his closest friend within the Service； friendly smiles then waited for what would doubtless be laid on him。 Judging by their faces； the news was not good。
M waved to a chair； and 007 sat； still waiting until M asked； 'You remember BAST…''
'How could I forget； sir。 After alt they seem to be our main
opponents。'
'After your hide； 007。 Out to get you； take you out； ice you； buy the farm for you。 At least that's what the doomsayers would have us believe。'
*I would have thought the missile incident had already pointed us in that general direction。'
'Yes。' M flapped his hand as though trying to waft bad air away from his nostrils。 'But this time we have a chance to lay our hands on at least one of them。 We know when they're going to set you up and who's going to do it。 What we don't know； is where。'
'Then； with due respect； sir。 I would have thought we should get cracking and find out exactly where。'
Bill Tanner rubbed his hands together。 'That's really anywhere of your choosing； James。〃
'Mine？'
'Yes；' M's clear grey eyes were locked on in Bond's face。 'We would like to send you away for a Christmas holiday。 007。'
Tethered goat。' said Bond。
'Stalking…horse。〃 Tanner correeted him。 'Sort of Christmas horse； so that BAST can e down your chimney and knock your socks off。 In this case BAST will take on the human shape of a woman。〃
'Ah；' said Bond with a wry smile； 'You want me to play slow horses and fast women。〃
'Something you've been known to do before this； 007。' M did not even twinkle； let alone return the smile。
'1 have any option？'
M shook his head。 'None whatsoever。 BAST already know far too much； they're going to have a go during Landsea 'X9。 and they regard yitu as a mild threat。 Mind you； they don'l yet seem to know all the details： such as the six SAS people you might be manding for the bodyguard operation。〃
'Funny； I hadn't heard about them either； sir。' Bond paused； then looked from M to Tanner and back again。 'If you know all this； why can't you deal with BAST on its own terms？ Take them out before they do their bit？'
M sighed。 'We know the names of their ringleaders； we have descriptions of two of them； but we have no idea how large their Brotherhood is； or really how fanatical they arc The four or so leaders are fanatical enough； though the mastermind is； we deduce； more concerned with a return for his capital investment than the political aspect。'
？We wouldn't normally put you at risk； James 。 。 ；' Tanner began。
'Not much。'
'Not with Landsea '89 ing up。〃 M said firmly。 〃We would like to get our hands on one of their leading people； though。 So what about Christmas？'
'Not my favourite time of the year。' Bond looked down his nose。 'I can't stand all that bonhomie； and families getting together around the festive board； but that's probably because I have no real family。' Tracy。 his wife of only a few hours； flashed through his mind。 Christmases would have been good if she had lived； he thought。 Even an uncharacteristic picture of the two of them by a log fire with presents and a tree went flickering in and out of his mind。 Then he saw the reflected spear of light again and wondered how all this would end。 He looked bleakly at M。 Т suppose you've already got somewhere lined up。 though； sir。'
M nodded； 'You recall that a few years ago I sent you for some rest and recuperation。 A villa on Ischia； in the bay of Naples？'
〃That was in summer He recalled it vividly。 Secluded； beautiful setting； almost idyllic。 You only had to drive a couple of miles for food。 The rest of the time you were all set up by the pool； with maid service； a cook； if you wanted one； and spectacular surroundings。 'The Service paid for it； I know； but they only open ihem up for the summer。〃
'I think I can persuade the owner。' M had his stubborn look grappled to his face。
After a couple of heartbeats。 Bond said … 'Christmas on Ischia； then。 sir。 Just tell me what to do。'
'First。' M began； 'you'll have to run the Ihing solo。 We can give you only modest cover。 Nothing fancy； and certainl
