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The crumpled note was there amongst the usual feminine baggage。
Can you e out to the entrance hall for a moment？ I have news for your panion。
RENé MATHIS
CHAPTER 15 … BLACK HARE AND GREY HOUND
It was the crudest possible forgery。
Bond leapt for the Bentley； blessing the impulse which had made him drive it over after dinner。 With the choke full out； the engine answered at once to the starter and the roar drowned the faltering words of the missionaire who jumped aside as the rear wheels whipped gravel at his piped trouser…legs。
As the car rocked to the left outside the gate； Bond ruefully longed for the front…wheel drive and low chassis of the Citroen。 Then he went fast through the gears and settled himself for the pursuit； briefly savoring the echo of the huge exhaust as it came back at him from either side of the short main street through the town。
Soon he was out on the coast road； a broad highway through the sand…dunes which he knew from his morning's drive had an excellent surface and was well cat's…eyed on the bends。 He pushed the revs up and up； hurrying the car to eighty then to ninety； his huge Marchal headlights boring a safe white tunnel； nearly half a mile long； between the walls of the night。
He knew the Citro？n must have e this way。 He had heard the exhaust penetrate beyond the town； and a little dust still hung on the bends。 He hoped soon to see the distant shaft of its headlights。 The night was still and clear。 Only out at sea there must be a light summer mist for at intervals he could hear the fog…horns lowing like iron cattle down the coast。
As he drove； whipping the car faster and faster through the night； with the other half of his mind he cursed Vesper； and M for having sent her on the job。
This was just what he had been afraid of。 These blithering women who thought they could do a man's work。 Why the hell couldn't they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave men's work to the men。 And now for this to happen to him； just when the job had e off so beautifully。 For Vesper to fall for an old trick like that and get herself snatched and probably held to ranson like some bloody heroine in a strip cartoon。 The silly bitch。
Bond boiled at the thought of the fix he was in。
Of course。 The idea was a straight swop。 The girl against his cheque for forty million。 Well； he wouldn't play： wouldn't think of playing。 She was in the Service and knew what she was up against。 He wouldn't even ask M。 This job was more important than her。 It was just too bad。 She was a fine girl； but he wasn't going to fall for this childish trick。 No dice。 He would try and catch the Citro？n and shoot it out with them and if she got shot in the process； that was too bad too。 He would have done his stuff … tried to rescue her before they got her off to some hideout … but if he didn't catch up with them he would get back to his hotel and go to sleep and say no more about it。 The next morning he would ask Mathis what had happened to her and show him the note。 If Le Chiffre put the touch on Bond for the money in exchange for the girl； Bond would do nothing and tell no one。 The girl would just have to take it。 If the missionaire came along with the story of what he had seen； Bond would bluff it out by saying he had had a drunken row with the girl。
Bond's mind raged furiously on with the problem as he flung the great car down the coast road； automatically taking the curves and watching out for carts or cyclists on their way into Royale。 On straight stretches the Amherst Villiers supercharger dug spurs into the Bentley's twenty…five horses and the engine sent a high…pitched scream of pain into the night。 Then the revolutions mounted until he was past 110 and on to the 120 mph mark on the speedometer。
He knew he must be gaining fast。 Loaded as she was the Citro？n could hardly better eighty even on this road。 On an impulse he slowed down to seventy； turned on his fog…lights； and dowsed the twin Marchals。 Sure enough； without the blinding curtain of his own lights； he could see the glow of another car a mile or two down the coasts
He felt under the dashboard and from a concealed holster took out a long…barrelled Colt Army Special 。45； and laid it on the seat beside him。 With this； if he was lucky with the surface of the road； he could hope to get their tyres or their petrol tank at anything up to a hundred yards。
Then he switched on the big lights again and screamed off in pursuit。 He felt calm and at ease。 The problem of Vesper's life was a problem no longer。 His face in the blue light from the dashboard was grim but serene。
*
Ahead in the Citro？n there were three men and the girl。 Le Chiffre was driving； his big fluid body hunched forward； his hands light and delicate on the wheel。 Beside him sat the squat man who had carried the stick in the Casino。 In his left hand he grasped a thick lever which protruded beside him almost level with the floor。 It might have been a lever to adjust the driving seat。
In the back seat was the tall thin gunman。 He lay back relaxed； gazing at the ceiling； apparently uninterested in the wild speed of the car。 His right hand lay caressingly on Vesper's left thigh which stretched out naked beside him。
Apart from her legs； which were naked to the hips； Vesper was only a parcel。 Her long black velvet skirt had been lifted over her arms and head and tied above her head with a piece of rope。 Where her face was； a small gap had been torn in the velvet so that she could breathe。 She was not bound in any other way and she lay quiet； her body moving sluggishly with the swaying of the car。
Le Chiffre was concentrating half on the road ahead and half on the onrushing glare of Bond's headlights in the driving…mirror。 He seemed undisturbed when not more than a mile separated the hare from the hounds and he even brought the car down from eighty to sixty miles an hour。 Now； as he swept round a bend he slowed down still further。 A few hundred yards ahead a Michelin post showed where a small parochial road crossed with the highway。
'Attention；' he said sharply to the man beside him。
The man's hand tightened on the lever。
A hundred yards from the cross…roads he slowed to thirty。 In the mirror Bond's great headlights were lighting up the bend。
Le Chiffre seemed to make up his mind。
'Allez。'
The man beside him pulled the lever sharply upwards。 The boot at the back of the car yawned open like a whale's mouth。 There was a tinkling clatter on the road and then a rhythmic jangling as if the car was towing lengths of chain behind it。
'Coupez。'
The man depressed the lever sharply and the jangling stopped with a final clatter。
Le Chiffre glanced again in the mirror。 Bond's car was just entering the bend。 Le Chiffre made a racing change and threw the Citro？n left…handed down the narrow side…road； at the same time dowsing his lights。
He stopped the car with a jerk and all three men got swiftly out and doubled back under cover of a low hedge to the cross…roads； now fiercely illuminated by the lights of the Bentley。 Each of them carried a revolver and the thin man also had what looked like a large black egg in his right hand。
The Bentley screamed down towards them like an express train。
CHAPTER 16 … THE CRAWLING OF THE SKIN
As Bond hurtled round the bend； caressing the great car against the camber with an easy sway of body and hands； he was working out his plan of action when the distance between the two cars had narrowed still further。 He imagined that the enemy driver would try to dodge off into a side…road if he got the chance。 So when he got round the bend and saw no lights ahead； it was a normal reflex to ease up on the accelerator and； when he saw the Michelin post； to prepare to brake。
He was only doing about sixty as he approached the black patch across the right…hand crown of the road which he assumed to be the shadow cast by a wayside tree。 Even so； there was no time to save himself。 There was suddenly a small carpet of glinting steel spikes right under his off…side wing。 Then he was on top of it。
Bond automatically slammed the brakes full on and braced all his sinews against the wheel to correct the inevitable slew to the left； but he only kept control for a split second。 As the rubber was flayed from his off…side wheels and the rims for an instant tore up the tarmac； the heavy car whirled across the road in a tearing dry skid； slammed the left bank with a crash that knocked Bond out of the driving…seat on to the floor； and then； facing back up the road； it reared slowly up； its front wheels spinning and its great headlights searching the sky。 For a split second； resting on the petrol tank； it seemed to paw at the heavens like a giant praying…mantis。 Then slowly it toppled over backwards and fell with a splintering crash of coachwork and glass。
In the deafening silence； the near…side front wheel whispered briefly on and then squeaked to a stop。
Le Chiffre and his two men only had to walk a few yards from their ambush。
'Put your guns away and get him out；' he ordered brusquely。 'I'll keep you covered。 Be careful of him。 I don't want a corpse。 And hurry up； it's getting light。'
The two men got down on their knees。 One of them took out a long knife and cut some of the fabric away from the side of the convertible hood and took hold of Bond's shoulders。 He was unconscious and immovable。 The other squeezed between the upturned car and the bank and forced his way through the crumpled window…frame。 He eased Bond's legs； pinned between the steering…wheel and the fabric roof of the car。 Then they inched him out through a hole in the hood。
They were sweating and filthy with dust and oil by the time they had him lying in the road。
The thin man felt his heart and then slapped his face hard on either side。 Bond grunted and moved a hand。 The thin man slapped him again。
'That's enough；' said Le Chiffre。 'Tie his arms and put him in the car。 Here；' he threw a roll of flex to the man。 'Empty his pockets first and give me his gun。 He may have got some other weapons； but we can get them later。'
He took the objects the thin man handed him and stuffed them and Bond's Beretta into his wide pockets without examining them。 He left the men to it and walked back to the car。 His face showed neither pleasure nor excitement。
It was the sharp bite of the wire flex into his wrists that brought Bond to himself。 He was aching all over as if he had been thrashed with a wooden club； but when he was yanked to his feet and pushed towards the narrow side…road where the engine of the Citro？n was already running softly； he found that no bones were broken。 But he felt in no mood for desperate attempts to escape and allowed himself to be dragged into the back seat of the car without resisting。
He felt thoroughly dispirited and weak in resolve as well as in his body。 He had had to take too much in the past twenty…four hours and now this last stroke by the enemy seemed almost too final。 This time there could be no miracles。 No one knew where he was and no one would miss him until well on into the morning。 The wreck of his car would be found before very long； but it would take hours to trace the ownership to him。
And Vesper。 He looked to the right； past the thin man who was lying back with his eyes closed。 His first reaction was one of scorn。 Damn fool girl getting herself trussed up like a chicken； having her skirt pulled over her head as if the whole of this business was some kind of dormitory rag。 But then he felt sorry for her。 Her naked legs looked so childlike and defenseless。
'Vesper；' he said softly。
There was no answer from the bundle in the corner and Bond suddenly had a chill feeling； but then she stirred slightly。
At the same time the thin man caught him a hard backhanded blow over the heart。
'Silence。'
Bond doubled over with the pain and to shield himself from another blow； only to get a rabbit punch on the back of the neck which made him arch back again； the breath whistling through his teeth。
The thin man had hit him a hard professional cutting blow with the edge of the hand。 There was something rather deadly about his accuracy and lack of effort。 He was now again lying