iam fleming.for your eyes only-第11章

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hen　put　pressure　on　the　daughter。　There's　a　daughter；　by　the　way。　Should　be　about　twenty…five　by　now。　Never　seen　her　myself。　Anyway；　that's　what　happened。　They　killed　the　Havelocks。　Then　two　weeks　ago　Batista　sacked　Hammerstein。　May　have　got　to　hear　about　one　of　these　jobs。　I　don't　know。　But；　anyway；　Hammerstein　cleared　out　and　took　his　little　team　of　three　with　him。　Timed　things　pretty　well；　I　should　say。　It　looks　as　if　Castro　may　get　in　this　winter　if　he　keeps　the　pressure　up。〃
　Bond　said　softly：　〃Where　have　they　gone　to？〃
　〃America。　Right　up　in　the　North　of　Vermont。　Up　against　the　Canadian　border。　Those　sort　of　men　like　being　close　to　frontiers。　Place　called　Echo　Lake。　It's　some　kind　of　a　millionaire's　ranch　he's　rented。　Looks　pretty　from　the　photographs。　Tucked　away　in　the　mountains　with　this　little　lake　in　the　grounds。　He's　certainly　chosen　himself　somewhere　where　he　won't　be　troubled　with　visitors。〃
　〃How　did　you　get　on　to　this；　sir？〃
　〃I　sent　a　report　of　the　whole　case　to　Edgar　Hoover。　He　knew　of　the　man。　I　guessed　he　would。　He's　had　a　lot　of　trouble　with　this　gun…running　from　Miami　to　Castro。　And　he's　been　interested　in　Havana　ever　since　the　big　American　gangster　money　started　following　the　casinos　there。　He　said　that　Hammerstein　and　his　party　had　e　into　the　States　on　six　months　visitors'　visas。　He　was　very　helpful。　Wanted　to　know　if　I'd　got　enough　to　build　up　a　case　on。　Did　I　want　these　men　extradited　for　trial　in　Jamaica？　I　talked　it　over　here　with　the　Attorney　General　and　he　said　there　wasn't　a　hope　unless　we　could　get　the　witnesses　from　Havana。　There's　no　chance　of　that。　It　was　only　through　Castro's　Intelligence　that　we　even　know　as　much　as　we　do。　Officially　the　Cubans　won't　raise　a　finger。　Next；　Hoover　offered　to　have　their　visas　revoked　and　get　them　on　the　move　again。　I　thanked　him　and　said　no；　and　we　left　it　at　that。〃
　M　sat　for　a　moment　in　silence。　His　pipe　had　died　and　he　relit　it。　He　went　on：　〃I　decided　to　have　a　talk　with　our　friends　the　Mounties。　I　got　on　to　the　missioner　on　the　scrambler。　He's　never　let　me　down　yet。　He　strayed　one　of　his　frontier　patrol　planes　over　the　border　and　took　a　full　aerial　survey　of　this　Echo　Lake　place。　Said　that　if　I　wanted　any　other　co…operation　he'd　provide　it。　And　now；〃　M　slowly　swivelled　his　chair　back　square　with　the　desk；　〃I've　got　to　decide　what　to　do　next。〃
　Now　Bond　realised　why　M　was　troubled；　why　he　wanted　someone　else　to　make　the　decision。　Because　these　had　been　friends　of　M。　Because　a　personal　element　was　involved；　M　had　worked　on　the　case　by　himself。　And　now　it　had　e　to　the　point　when　justice　ought　to　be　done　and　these　people　brought　to　book。　But　M　was　thinking：　is　this　justice；　or　is　it　revenge？　No　judge　would　take　a　murder　case　in　which　he　had　personally　known　the　murdered　person。　M　wanted　someone　else；　Bond；　to　deliver　judgement。　There　were　no　doubts　in　Bond's　mind。　He　didn't　know　the　Havelocks　or　care　who　they　were。　Hammerstein　had　operated　the　law　of　the　jungle　on　two　defenceless　old　people。　Since　no　other　law　was　available；　the　law　of　the　jungle　should　be　visited　upon　Hammerstein。　In　no　other　way　could　justice　be　done。　If　it　was　revenge；　it　was　the　revenge　of　the　munity。
　Bond　said：　〃I　wouldn't　hesitate　for　a　minute；　sir。　If　foreign　gangsters　find　they　can　get　away　with　this　kind　of　thing　they'll　decide　the　English　are　as　soft　as　some　other　people　seem　to　think　we　are。　This　is　a　case　for　rough　justice　…　an　eye　for　an　eye。〃
　M　went　on　looking　at　Bond。　He　gave　no　encouragement；　made　no　ment。
　Bond　said：　〃These　people　can't　be　hung；　sir。　But　they　ought　to　be　killed。〃
　M's　eyes　ceased　to　focus　on　Bond。　For　a　moment　they　were　blank；　looking　inward。　Then　he　slowly　reached　for　the　top　drawer　of　his　desk　on　the　left…hand　side；　pulled　it　open　and　extracted　a　thin　file　without　the　usual　title　across　it　and　without　the　top…secret　red　star。　He　placed　the　file　squarely　in　front　of　him　and　his　hand　rummaged　again　in　the　open　drawer。　The　hand　brought　out　a　rubber　stamp　and　a　red…ink　pad。　M　opened　the　pad；　tamped　the　rubber　stamp　on　it　and　then　carefully；　so　that　it　was　properly　aligned　with　the　top　right…hand　corner　of　the　docket；　pressed　it　down　on　the　grey　cover。
　M　replaced　the　stamp　and　the　ink　pad　in　the　drawer　and　closed　the　drawer。　He　turned　the　docket　round　and　pushed　it　gently　across　the　desk　to　Bond。
　The　red　sansserif　letters；　still　damp；　said：　FOR　YOUR　EYES　ONLY。
　Bond　said　nothing。　He　nodded　and　picked　up　the　docket　and　walked　out　of　the　room。
　
　Two　days　later；　Bond　took　the　Friday　et　to　Montreal。　He　did　not　care　for　it。　It　flew　too　high　and　too　fast　and　there　were　too　many　passengers。　He　regretted　the　days　of　the　old　Stratocruiser　…　that　fine　lumbering　old　plane　that　took　ten　hours　to　cross　the　Atlantic。　Then　one　had　been　able　to　have　dinner　in　peace；　sleep　for　seven　hours　in　a　fortable　bunk；　and　get　up　in　time　to　wander　down　to　the　lower　deck　and　have　that　ridiculous　BOAC　'country　house'　breakfast　while　the　dawn　came　up　and　flooded　the　cabin　with　the　first　bright　gold　of　the　Western　hemisphere。　Now　it　was　all　too　quick。　The　stewards　had　to　serve　everything　almost　at　the　double；　and　then　one　had　a　bare　two　hours　snooze　before　the　hundred…mile…long　descent　from　forty　thousand　feet。　Only　eight　hours　after　leaving　London；　Bond　was　driving　a　Hertz　U…drive　Plymouth　saloon　along　the　broad　Route　17　from　Montreal　to　Ottawa　and　trying　to　remember　to　keep　on　the　right　of　the　road。
　The　Headquarters　of　the　Royal　Canadian　Mounted　Police　are　in　the　Department　of　Justice　alongside　Parliament　Buildings　in　Ottawa。　Like　most　Canadian　public　buildings；　the　Department　of　Justice　is　a　massive　block　of　grey　masonry　built　to　look　stodgily　important　and　to　withstand　the　long　and　hard　winters。　Bond　had　been　told　to　ask　at　the　front　desk　for　the　missioner　and　to　give　his　name　as　'Mr　James'。　He　did　so；　and　a　young　fresh…faced　RCMP　corporal；　who　looked　as　if　he　did　not　like　being　kept　indoors　on　a　warm　sunny　day；　took　him　up　in　the　lift　to　the　third　floor　and　handed　him　over　to　a　sergeant　in　a　large　tidy　office　which　contained　two　girl　secretaries　and　a　lot　of　heavy　furniture。　The　sergeant　spoke　on　an　inter　and　there　was　a　ten　minutes'　delay　during　which　Bond　smoked　and　read　a　recruiting　pamphlet　which　made　the　Mounties　sound　like　a　mixture　between　a　dude　ranch；　Dick　Tracy　and　Rose　Marie。　When　he　was　shown　in　through　the　connecting　door　a　tall　youngish　man　in　a　dark　blue　suit；　white　shirt　and　black　tie　turned　away　from　the　window　and　came　towards　him。　〃Mr　James？〃　the　man　smiled　thinly。　〃I'm　Colonel；　let's　say　…　er　…　Johns。〃
　They　shook　hands。　〃e　along　and　sit　down。　The　missioner's　very　sorry　not　to　be　here　to　wele　you　himself。　He　has　a　bad　cold　…　you　know；　one　of　those　diplomatic　ones。〃　Colonel　'Johns'　looked　amused。　〃Thought　it　might　be　best　to　take　the　day　off。　I'm　just　one　of　the　help。　I've　been　on　one　or　two　hunting　trips　myself　and　the　missioner　fixed　on　me　to　handle　this　little　holiday　of　yours；〃　the　Colonel　paused；　〃on　me　only。　Right？〃
　Bond　smiled。　The　missioner　was　glad　to　help　but　he　was　going　to　handle　this　with　kid　gloves。　There　would　be　no　e…back　on　his　office。　Bond　thought　he　must　be　a　careful　and　very　sensible　man。　He　said：　〃I　quite　understand。　My　friends　in　London　didn't　want　the　missioner　to　bother　himself　personally　with　any　of　this。　And　I　haven't　seen　the　missioner　or　been　anywhere　near　his　headquarters。　That　being　so；　can　we　talk　English　for　ten　minutes　or　so　…　just　between　the　two　of　us？〃
　Colonel　Johns　laughed。　〃Sure。　I　was　told　to　make　that　little　speech　and　then　get　down　to　business。　You　understand；　mander；　that　you　and　I　are　about　to　connive　at　various　felonies；　starting　with　obtaining　a　Canadian　hunting　licence　under　false　pretences　and　being　an　accessory　to　a　breach　of　the　frontier　laws；　and　going　on　down　from　there　to　more　serious　things。　It　wouldn't　do　anyone　one　bit　of　good　to　have　any　ricochets　from　this　little　lot。　Get　me？〃
　〃That's　how　my　friends　feel　too。　When　I　go　out　of　here；　we'll　forget　each　other；　and　if　I　end　up　in　Sing…Sing　that's　my　worry。　Well；　now？〃
　Colonel　Johns　opened　a　drawer　in　the　desk　and　took　out　a　bulging　file　and　opened　it。　The　top　document　was　a　list。　He　put　his　pencil　on　the　first　item　and　looked