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er everything。 Even your car's being repaired for you。 He seemed to be Vesper's boss。 He spent a lot of time with her and gave her strict instructions to look after you。'
Head of S； thought Bond。 They're certainly giving me the red carpet treatment。
'Now；' said Mathis； 'to business。 Who killed Le Chiffre？'
'SMERSH；' said Bond。
Mathis gave a low whistle。
'My God；' he said respectfully。 'So they were on to him。 What did he look like？'
Bond explained briefly what had happened up to the moment of Le Chiffre's death； omitting all but the most essential details。 It cost him an effort and he was glad when it was done。 Casting his mind back to the scene awoke the whole nightmare and the sweat began to pour off his forehead and a deep throb of pain started up in his body。
Mathis realized that he was going too far。 Bond's voice was getting feebler and his eyes were clouding。 Mathis snapped shut his shorthand book and laid a hand on Bond's shoulder。
'Forgive me； my friend；' he said。 'It is all over now and you are in safe hands。 All is well and the whole plan has gone splendidly。 We have announced that Le Chiffre shot his two acplices and then mitted suicide because he could not face an inquiry into the union funds。 Strasbourg and the north are in an uproar。 He was considered a great hero there and a pillar of the munist Party in France。 This story of brothels and casinos has absolutely knocked the bottom out of his organization and they're all running around like scalded cats。 At the moment the munist Party is giving out that he was off his head。 But that hasn't helped much after Thorez's breakdown not long ago。 They're just making it look as if all their big shots were gaga。 God knows how they're going to unscramble the whole business。'
Mathis saw that his enthusiasm had had the desired effect。 Bond's eyes were brighter。
'One last mystery；' Mathis said； 'and then I promise I will go。' He looked at his watch。 'The doctor will be after my skin in a moment。 Now； what about the money？ Where is it？ Where did you hide it？ We too have been over your room with a toothb。 It isn't there。'
Bond grinned。
'It is；' he said； 'more or less。 On the door of each room there is a small square of black plastic with the number of the room on it。 On the corridor side； of course。 When Leiter left me that night； I simply opened the door and unscrewed my number plate and put the folded cheque underneath it and screwed the plate back。 It'll still be there。' He smiled。 'I'm glad there's something the stupid English can teach the clever French。'
Mathis laughed delightedly。
'I suppose you think that's paid me back for knowing what the Muntzes were up to。 Well； I'll call it quits。 Incidentally； we've got them in the bag。 They were just some minor fry hired for the occasion。 We'll see they get a few years。'
He rose hastily as the doctor stormed into the room and took one look at Bond。
'Out；' he said to Mathis。 'Out and don't e back。'
Mathis just had time to wave cheerfully to Bond and call some hasty words of farewell before he was hustled through the door。 Bond heard a torrent of heated French diminishing； down the corridor。 He lay back exhausted； but heartened by all he had heard。 He found himself thinking of Vesper as he quickly drifted off into a troubled sleep。
There were still questions to be answered； but they could wait。
CHAPTER 20 … THE NATURE OF EVIL
Bond made good progress。 When Mathis came to see him three days later he was propped up in bed and his arms were free。 The lower half of his body was still shrouded in the oblong tent； but he looked cheerful and it was only occasionally that a twinge of pain narrowed his eyes。
Mathis looked crestfallen。
'Here's your cheque；' he said to Bond。 'I've rather enjoyed walking around with forty million francs in my pocket； but I suppose you'd better sign it and I'll put it to your account with the Crédit Lyonnais。 There's no sign of our friend from SMERSH。 Not a damn trace。 He must have got to the villa on foot or on a bicycle because you heard nothing of his arrival and the two gunmen obviously didn't。 It's pretty exasperating。 We've got precious little on this SMERSH organization and neither has London。 Washington said they had； but it turned out to be the usual waffle from refugee interrogation； and you know that's about as much good as interrogating an English man…in…the street about his own Secret Service； or a Frenchman about the Deuxième。'
'He probably came from Leningrad to Berlin via Warsaw；' said Bond。 'From Berlin they've got plenty of routes open to the rest of Europe。 He's back home by now being told off for not shooting me too。 I fancy they've got quite a file on me in view of one or two of the jobs M's given me since the war。 He obviously thought he was being smart enough cutting his initial in my hand。'
'What's that？' asked Mathis。 'The doctor said the cuts looked like a square M with a tail to the top。 He said they didn't mean anything。'
'Well； I only got a glimpse before I passed out； but I've seen the cuts several times while they were being dressed and I'm pretty certain they are the Russian letter for SH。 It's rather like an inverted M with a tail。 That would make sense； SMERSH is short for SMYERT SHPIONAM … Death to Spies … and he thinks he's labelled me as a SHPION。 It's a nuisance because M will probably say I've got to go to hospital again when I get back to London and have new skin grafted over the whole of the back of my hand。 It doesn't matter much。 I've decided to resign。'
Mathis looked at him with his mouth open。
'Resign？' he asked incredulously。 'What the hell for？'
Bond looked away from Mathis。 He studied his bandaged hands。
'When I was being beaten up；' he said； 'I suddenly liked the idea of being alive。 Before Le Chiffre began； he used a phrase which stuck in my mind 。 。 。 〃playing Red Indians〃。 He said that's what I had been doing。 Well； I suddenly thought he might be right。
'You see；' he said； still looking down at his bandages； 'when one's young； it seems very easy to distinguish between right and wrong； but as one gets older it bees more difficult。 At school it's easy to pick out one's own villains and heroes and one grows up wanting to be a hero and kill the villains。'
He looked obstinately at Mathis。
'Well； in the last few years I've killed two villains。 The first was in New York … a Japanese cipher expert cracking our codes on the thirty…sixth floor of the RCA building in the Rockefeller centre； where the Japs had their consulate。 I took a room on the fortieth floor of the next…door skyscraper and I could look across the street into his room and see him working。 Then I got a colleague from our organization in New York and a couple of Remington thirty…thirty's with telescopic sights and silencers。 We smuggled them up to my room and sat for days waiting for our chance。 He shot at the man a second before me。 His job was only to blast a hole through the windows so that I could shoot the Jap through it。 They have tough windows at the Rockefeller centre to keep the noise out。 It worked very well。 As I expected； his bullet got deflected by the glass and went God knows where。 But I shot immediately after him； through the hole he had made。 I got the Jap in the mouth as he turned to gape at the broken window。'
Bond smoked for a minute。
'It was a pretty sound job。 Nice and clean too。 Three hundred yards away。 No personal contact。 The next time in Stockholm wasn't so pretty。 I had to kill a Norwegian who was doubling against us for the Germans。 He'd managed to get two of our men captured … probably bumped off for all I know。 For various reasons it had to be an absolutely silent job。 I chose the bedroom of his flat and a knife。 And； well； he just didn't die very quickly。
'For those two jobs I was awarded a Double O number in the Service。 Felt pretty clever and got a reputation for being good and tough。 A double O number in our Service means you've had to kill a chap in cold blood in the course of some job。
'Now；' he looked up again at Mathis； 'that's all very fine。 The hero kills two villains； but when the hero Le Chiffre starts to kill the villain Bond and the villain Bond knows he isn't a villain at all； you see the other side of the medal。 The villains and heroes get all mixed up。
'Of course；' he added； as Mathis started to expostulate； 'patriotism es along and makes it seem fairly all right； but this country…right…or…wrong business is getting a little out…of…date。 Today we are fighting munism。 Okay。 If I'd been alive fifty years ago； the brand of Conservatism we have today would have been damn near called munism and we should have been told to go and fight that。 History is moving pretty quickly these days and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts。'
Mathis stared at him aghast。 Then he tapped his head and put a calming hand on Bond's arm。
'You mean to say that this precious Le Chiffre who did his best to turn you into a eunuch doesn't qualify as a villain？' he asked。 'Anyone would think from the rot you talk that he had been battering your head instead of your 。 。 。' He gestured down the bed。 'You wait till M tells you to get after another Le Chiffre。 I bet you'll go after him all right。 And what about SMERSH？ I can tell you I don't like the idea of these chaps running around France killing anyone they feel has been a traitor to their precious political system。 You're a bloody anarchist。'
He threw his arms in the air and let them fall helplessly to his sides。
Bond laughed。
'All right；' he said。 'Take our friend Le Chiffre。 It's simple enough to say he was an evil man； at least it's simple enough for me because he did evil things to me。 If he was here now； I wouldn't hesitate to kill him； but out of personal revenge and not； I'm afraid； for some high moral reason or for the sake of my country。'
He looked up at Mathis to see how bored he was getting with these introspective refinements of what； to Mathis； was a simple question of duty。
Mathis smiled back at him。
'Continue； my dear friend。 It is interesting for me to see this new Bond。 Englishmen are so odd。 They are like a nest of Chinese boxes。 It takes a very long time to get to the centre of them。 When one gets there the result is unrewarding； but the process is instructive and entertaining。 Continue。 Develop your arguments。 There may be something I can use to my own chief the next time I want to get out of an unpleasant job。' He grinned maliciously。
Bond ignored him。
'Now in order to tell the difference between good and evil； we have manufactured two images representing the extremes … representing the deepest black and the purest white … and we call them God and the Devil。 But in doing so we have cheated a bit。 God is a clear image； you can see every hair on His beard。 But the Devil。 What does he look like？' Bond looked triumphantly at Mathis。
Mathis laughed ironically。
'A woman。'
'It's all very fine；' said Bond； 'but I've been thinking about these things and I'm wondering whose side I ought to be on。 I'm getting very sorry for the Devil and his disciples such as the good Le Chiffre。 The Devil has a rotten time and I always like to be on the side of the underdog。 We don't give the poor chap a chance。 There's a Good Book about goodness and how to be good and so forth； but there's no Evil Book about evil and how to be bad。 The Devil has no prophets to write his Ten mandments and no team of authors to write his biography。 His case has gone pletely by default。 We know nothing about him but a lot of fairy stories from our parents and schoolmasters。 He has no book from which we can learn the nature of evil in all its forms； with parables about evil people； proverbs about evil people； folk…lore about evil people。 All we have is the living example of the people who are least good； or our own intuition。
'So；' continued Bond； warming to his argument； 'Le Chiffre was serving a wonderful purpose； a really vital purpose； perhaps the best and highest purpose of all。 By his evil existence； which foolishly I have helped to destroy； he was creating a norm of badness by which； and by which alone； an opposite norm of goodness could exist。 We were privileged； in our short knowledge of him； to see and estimate