johngardner.rollofhonor-第25章

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g　earth…shattering。
　What　was　it　that　Rahani　had　said　…　〃A　unique　and　plete　change　in　the　course　of　world　events'？　　The　dream　of　revolutionaries：　to　change　history；　to　crush　the　status　quo；　to　alter　it　in　order　to　build　a　new　society。
　Well；　Bond　thought；　it　had　been　done　before；　but　only　within　countries：　Russia　was　the　prime　example；　though　Hitler's　rise　in　Germany　had　been　a　revolution　as　well。
　The　problem　with　revolutions　was　that　the　ideal　usually　fell　short　because　of　human　frailty。　　M　often　expounded　such　theories。
　Rahani　had　told　him　that　he；　Bond；　or　somebody　like　him；　would　be　essential　to　whatever　was　about　to　take　place。　　They　needed　someone　with　the　skills；　the　contacts　and　the　knowledge　of　an　experienced　Secret　Intelligence　field　officer。　　What　part　of　those　skills；　or　what　special　knowledge　was　required？
　He　was　still　pondering　on　these　things　when　somebody　knocked　at　the　door　and　a　key　turned　in　the　lock。
　Cindy　Chalmer　looked　bright　and　crisp。　　She　wore　a　laboratory　coat　over　jeans　and　shirt；　and　was　carrying　a　large　tray。
　〃Breakfast；　Mr。　Bond；'　she　said；　beaming　at　him。
　In　the　background；　he　could　see　a　tall；　muscular　man。
　Bond　nodded　towards　him。　　〃Someone　to　watch　over　me？〃
　〃And　me；　I　guess。　　…　She　set　the　tray　down　on　the　end　of　the　bed。　〃Can't　be　too　careful　with　hot　shots　like　you　around。　　Nobody　knew　what　you'd　like；　so　Dazzle　did　the　full　English　breakfast　…　bacon；　eggs；　sausages；　toast；　coffee。〃　She　lifted　the　silver　cover　from　the　steaming　plate；　holding　the　inside　towards　Bond。　　There　was　a　folded　paper　neatly　taped　to　the　inside。
　〃That'll　do　fine。〃　He　gave　her　a　nod。　　〃Do　I　call　room　service　when　I've　finished？〃
　〃Don't　call　us；　we'll　call　you；　she　said　brightly。
　〃We　shall；　Mr。　Bond。　　I　gather　the　Professor　wants　to　talk　to　you　later。　Good　to　see　you　feeling　better。　　They　said　you　had　a　nasty　bump　when　you　went　off　the　road。　　The　Professor　was　genuinely　worried；　that's　why　he　persuaded　the　hospital　to　let　him　bring　you　here。〃
　〃Very　good　of　him。〃　　She　lingered　by　the　door。　　〃Well；　it's　nice　to　know　we'll　all　be　working　together。〃
　〃Good　to　have　a　job　in　these　difficult　times；'　Bond　countered；　not　knowing　how　much　Cindy　knew　or　believed。
　Had　they　told　her　he'd　been　in　a　motor　accident？　　That　he　was　being　given　a　job　at　Endor？　　Well；　presumably　the　latter　was　more　or　less　true。
　Bond　waited　until　the　key　had　been　pushed　home　in　the　lock。　　There　was　no　other　sound；　no　retreating　footsteps；　for　the　passage　outside；　like　this　room　was　overlaid　with　thick　carpet。
　The　paper　came　away　easily　from　the　inside　of　the　lid。
　Cindy　had　filled　it　with　small；　neat　writing　and；　in　spite　of　the　steam；　the　ink　had　not　run。　　The　note　started　abruptly；　without　any　salutation。
　I　don't　know　what's　happened。　　They　say　you've　had　a　car　smash；　but　I　don't　know　whether　to　believe　them。　　They　brought　your　Bentley　back　here；　and　there's　been　a　lot　of　talk　about　you　joining　the　team　as　a　programmer。　　I　wondered　if　they　knew　you　had　puter　equipment　with　you；　and　felt　you　would　not　want　them　to　find　it。　　Very　difficult；　but　1　got　hold　of　the　Bentley's　keys　and　cleaned　out　the　boot。　　All　your　private　stuff　is　now　hidden　in　the　garage　and　not　likely　to　be　found；　unless　we're　unlucky。　　A　good　thing　I　did　it　straight　away；　because　securitys　been　tightened　for　the　weekend。　　A　lot　of　people　are　ing　down；　and　from　what　I've　heard；　the　game　I　told　you　about　（remember　the　balloons？）　is　going　to　be　in　use。　　It　is　possible　that　I　may　be　able　to　get　hold　of　it。　　Do　you　wish　to　copy？　　Or　is　that　superfluous　now　that　you　are　One　of　Us？
　So；　the　place　was　going　to　be　crowded；　the　Balloon　Game　to　be　used。　Bond　was　essential。　　Therefore；　if　the　Balloon　Game　was　a　training　simulation　for　the　operation；　then　Bond　and　the　Game　were　closely　connected。
　He　tore　the　message　into　tiny　pieces；　and　ate　them　with　the　bacon　and　some　toast。　　He　could　not　stomach　the　eggs　or　Sausage；　but　the　coffee　was　good；　and　he　drank　four　cupfuls；　strong　and　black。
　There　was　a　small　bathroom　attached　to　his　bedroom。
　Set　neatly　on　the　glass　shelf　above　the　hand　basin　were　his　razor　and　his　favourite　cologne。　　Already　he　had　seen　his　weekend　case　beside　the　small　wardrobe。　　On　examination　he　discovered　his　clothes　had　all　been　washed　and　neatly　pressed。
　Don't　believe　it　all；　he　told　himself。　　On　the　face　of　it；　he　was　trusted；　his　weapon；　shaving　kit　and　clothes　were　intact。　　But　they　kept　the　door　locked　and　there　was　no　easy　way　out　of　the　window。　　It　was　possible　that　they　only　wanted　him　to　believe　he　had　been　accepted。
　He　showered；　shaved　and　changed；　putting　on　fresh　casual　clothes　that　allowed　him　to　move　easily　and　fast。
　Even　the　ASP　was　strapped　to　his　right　hip　by　the　time　a　second　knock　and　the　turning　of　the　key　announced　the　arrival　of　two　muscular　men　whose　faces　were　familiar　from　Cindy's　description　…　Tigerbalm　Balmer　and　Happy　Hopcraft。
　〃Morning；　Mr。　Bond。〃　Tigerbalm　greeted　him　with　a　smile；　his　eyes　not　meeting　Bond's　but　sliding　around　the　room；　as　though　measuring　it　up　for　a　robbery。
　〃Hallo；　James；　nice　ter　meecher。〃　Happy　stuck　out　a　hand；　but　Bond　pretended　not　to　notice。
　〃Balmer　and　Hopcraft；'　Tigerbalm　said。　　At　your　service。　　The　Professor　wants　a　word。〃　C。　　Behind　the　expensive　mohair　suits　and　the　cheerful　bonhomie　lay　a　hint　of　menace。　　Just　by　looking　at　them；　you　could　see　that　this　pair　would　have　your　head　stuffed　and　mounted　if　it　suited　them；　or　they　had　instructions　from　anyone　paying　them　enough。
　〃Well；　if　the　Professor　calls；　we　must　answer。　　Bond　looked　at　the　key　clutched　in　Tigerbalm's　hand。　　〃That　really　necessary？〃
　〃Orders；'　Happy　said。
　〃Let's　go　and　see　the　Professor　then。〃　They　did　not　exactly　crowd　him　as　they　went　downstairs　to　the　working　area。　　There　was　no　pushing　or　frogmarching；　but　their　presence　had　a　certain　intimidating　effect。
　Bond　felt　that　one　false　move　…　any　inclination　to　go　in　another　direction　…　would　bring　about　a　fast；　restraining　action。　　There　was　no　sign　of　Cindy　or　Peter。
　But　St。　John…Finnes　sat　at　his　desk；　the　large　puter　keyboard　in　front　of　him　and　the　V。D。U。　　giving　Out　a　glow　of　colour。
　〃James；　it's　nice　to　have　you　back。　　He　signalled　with　his　head　that　Tigerbalm　and　Happy　should　leave；　then　gestured　to　an　easy　chair。
　〃Well；'　he　went　on　brightly　when　they　were　settled。
　〃I'm　sorry　you　were　put　to　some　inconvenience。〃
　〃I　could　have　been　killed　quite　easily。〃　Bond　spoke　in　a　level；　calm　manner。
　〃Yes。　　Yes；　I'm　sorry　about　that。　　But　in　the　event　it　was　you　who　did　the　killing；　I　gather。〃
　〃Only　because　I　had　to。　　Habits　take　a　long　time　to　die。
　I　think　my　reactions　are　reasonably　fast。〃　The　narrow；　bird　like　head　moved　up　and　down　in　prehension。　　〃Yes；　the　reports　all　say　you're　rather　good。　　You　must　understand　that　we　had　to　be　sure　of　you。
　I　mean；　one　error　and　a　great　deal　of　money；　and　planning；　would　have　been　in　jeopardy。〃　Bond　said　nothing。
　〃Anyway；　you　passed　with　flying　colours。　　I'm　glad；　because　we　need　you。　You're　now　aware　of　the　connection　between　things　here　at　Endor；　and　the　training　camp；　Erewhon？〃
　〃I　understand　you　and　your　partner；　Mr。　Tamil　Rahani；　run　a　rather　strange　enterprise；　hiring　mercenaries　to　terrorist　and　revolutionary　groups；'　Bond　stated　flatly。
　〃Oh；　a　little　more　than　that。〃　His　manner　was　now　benign；　smiling　and　nodding。　　〃We　can　offer　plete　packages。　　A　group　es　to　us　with　an　idea　and　we　do　everything　else；　from　raising　the　money　to　performing　the　operation。　　For　instance；　the　job　you　have　been　recruited　for　has　been　on　the　drawing　board　some　time　now；　and　we　stand　to　gain　a　great　deal　from　it。〃　Bond　said　he　realised　that　he　had　been　vetted；　and　he　knew　there　was　a　job　for　him　within　the　organisation；　and　connected　to　an　operation；　〃But　I've　no　idea　of　the。
　〃Details？　　No；　of　course　you　haven't。　　Just　as　in　your　old　Service　people　work　on　a　need…to…know　basis；　so　we　must　be　exceptionally　careful；　particularly　with　this　current　work。　　No　one　person　is　in　possession　of　the　full　picture；　with　the　exception　of　Colonel　Rahani　and　myself；　of　course。〃　He　made　a　slight　movement　of　the　fingers　and　head；　which　was　meant　to　convey　modesty。　　It　was　a　curious