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of you。
I can't tell you much to help you。 The Paris number was Invalides 55200。 I never met any of them in London。 Everything was done through an acmodation address； a newsagent's at 450 Charing Cross Place。
At our first dinner together you talked about that man in Yugoslavia who was found guilty of treason。 He said： 'I was carried away by the gale of the world。' That's my only excuse。 That； and for love of the man whose life I tried to save。
It's late now and I'm tired； and you're just through two doors。 But I've got to be brave。 You might save my life； but I couldn't bear the look in your dear eyes。
My love； my love。 V。
Bond threw the letter down。 Mechanically he brushed his fingers together。 Suddenly he banged his temples with his fists and stood up。 For a moment he looked out towards the quiet sea； then he cursed aloud； one harsh obscenity。
His eyes were wet and he dried them。
He pulled on a shirt and trousers and with a set cold face he walked down and shut himself in the telephone booth。
While he was getting through to London； he calmly reviewed the facts of Vesper's letter。 They all fitted。 The little shadows and question…marks of the past four weeks； which his instinct had noted but his mind rejected； all stood out now like signposts。
He saw her now only as a spy。 Their love and his grief were relegated to the boxroom of his mind。 Later； perhaps they would be dragged out； dispassionately examined； and then bitterly thrust back with other sentimental baggage he would rather forget。 Now he could only think of her treachery to the Service and to her country and of the damage it had done。 His professional mind was pletely absorbed with the consequences … the covers which must have been blown over the years； the codes which the enemy must have broken； the secrets which must have leaked from the centre of the very section devoted to penetrating the Soviet Union。
It was ghastly。 God knew how the mess would be cleared up。
He ground his teeth。 Suddenly Mathis's words came back to him： 'There are plenty of really black targets around；' and； earlier； 'What about SMERSH？ 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。'
How soon Mathis had been proved right and how soon his own little sophistries had been exploded in his face！
While he； Bond； had been playing Red Indians through the years （yes； Le Chiffre's description was perfectly accurate）； the real enemy had been working quietly； coldly； without heroics； right there at his elbow。
He suddenly had a vision of Vesper walking down a corridor with documents in her hand。 On a tray。 They just got it on a tray while the cool secret agent with a Double O number was gallivanting round the world … playing Red Indians。
His fingernails dug into the palms of his hands and his body sweated with shame。
Well； it was not too late。 Here was a target for him； right to hand。 He would take on SMERSH and hunt it down。 Without SMERSH； without this cold weapon of death and revenge； the MWD would be just another bunch of civil servant spies； no better and no worse than any of the western services。
SMERSH was the spur。 Be faithful； spy well； or you die。 Inevitably and without any question； you will be hunted down and killed。
It was the same with the whole Russian machine。 Fear was the impulse。 For them it was always safer to advance than to retreat。 Advance against the enemy and the bullet might miss you。 Retreat； evade； betray； and the bullet would never miss。
But now he would attack the arm that held the whip and the gun。 The business of espionage could be left to the white…collar boys。 They could spy； and catch the spies。 He would go after the threat behind the spies； the threat that made them spy。
The telephone rang and Bond snatched up the receiver。
He was on to 'the Link'； the outside liaison officer who was the only man in London he might telephone from abroad。 Then only in dire necessity。
'This is 007 speaking。 This is an open line。 It's an emergency。 Can you hear me？ Pass this on at once。 3030 was a double； working for Redland。
'Yes； dammit； I said 〃was〃。 The bitch is dead now。'