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Conclusion： Every effort should be made to improve our knowledge of this very powerful organization and destroy its operatives。
CHAPTER 3 … NUMBER 007
Head of S （the section of the Secret Service concerned with the Soviet Union） was so keen on his plan for the destruction of Le Chiffre； and it was basically his own plan； that he took the memorandum himself and went up to the top floor of the gloomy building overlooking Regent's Park and through the green baize door and along the corridor to the end room。
He walked belligerently up to M's Chief of Staff； a young sapper who had earned his spurs as one of the secretariat to the Chiefs of Staff mittee after having been wounded during a sabotage operation in 1944； and had kept his sense of humour in spite of both experiences。
'Now look here； Bill。 I want to sell something to the Chief。 Is this a good moment？'
'What do you think； Penny？' The Chief of Staff turned to M's private secretary who shared the room with him。
Miss Moneypenny would have been desirable but for eyes which were cool and direct and quizzical。
'Should be all right。 He won a bit of a victory at the FO this morning and he's not got anyone for the next half an hour。' She smiled encouragingly at Head of S whom she liked for himself and for the importance of his section。
'Well； here's the dope； Bill。' He handed over the black folder with the red star which stood for Top Secret。 'And for God's sake look enthusiastic when you give it him。 And tell him I'll wait here and read a good code…book while he's considering it。 He may want some more details； and anyway I want to see you two don't pester him with anything else until he's finished。'
'All right； sir。' The Chief of Staff pressed a switch leant towards the inter on his desk。
'Yes？' asked a quiet； flat voice。
'Head of S has an urgent docket for you； sir。'
There was a pause。
'Bring it in；' said a voice。
The Chief of Staff released the switch and stood up。
'Thanks； Bill。 I'll be next door；' said Head of S。
The Chief of Staff crossed his office and went through the double doors leading into M's room。 In a moment he came out and over the entrance a small blue light burned the warning that M was not to be disturbed。
*
Later； a triumphant Head of S said to his Number Two： 'We nearly cooked ourselves with that last paragraph。 He said it was subversion and blackmail。 He got pretty sharp about it。 Anyway； he approves。 Says the idea's crazy； but worth trying if the Treasury will play and he thinks they will。 He's going to tell them it's a better gamble than the money we're putting into deserting Russian colonels who turn double after a few months' 〃asylum〃 here。 And he's longing to get at Le Chiffre； and anyway he's got the right man and wants to try him out on the job。'
'Who is it？' asked Number Two。
'One of the Double O's … I guess 007。 He's tough and M thinks there may be trouble with those gunmen of Le Chiffre's。 He must be pretty good with the cards or he wouldn't have sat in the Casino in Monte Carlo for two months before the war watching that Roumanian team work their stuff with the invisible ink and the dark glasses。 He and the Deuxième bowled them out in the end and 007 turned in a million francs he had won at shemmy。 Good money in those days。'
*
James Bond's interview with M had been short。
'What about it； Bond？' asked M when Bond came back into his room after reading Head of S's memorandum and after gazing for ten minutes out of the waiting…room window at the distant trees in the park。
Bond looked across the desk into the shrewd； clear eyes。
'It's very kind of you； sir； I'd like to do it。 But I can't promise to win。 The odds at baccarat are the best after trente…et…quarante … evens except for the tiny cagnotte … but I might get a bad run against me and get cleaned out。 Play's going to he pretty high … opening'll go up to half a million； I should think。'
Bond was stopped by the cold eyes。 M knew all this already； knew the odds at baccarat as well as Bond。 That was his job … knowing the odds at everything； and knowing men； his own and the opposition's。 Bond wished he had kept quiet about his misgivings。
'He can have a bad run too；' said M。 'You'll have plenty of capital。 Up to twenty…five million； the same as him。 We'll start you on ten and send you another ten when you've had a look round。 You can make the extra five yourself。' He smiled。 'Go over a few days before the big game starts and get your hand in。 Have a talk to Q about rooms and trains； and any equipment you want。 The Paymaster will fix the funds。 I'm going to ask the Deuxième to stand by。 It's their territory and as it is we shall be lucky if they don't kick up rough。 I'll try and persuade them to send Mathis。 You seemed to get on well with him in Monte Carlo on that other Casino job。 And I'm going to tell Washington because of the NATO angle。 CIA have got one or two good men at Fontainebleau with the joint intelligence chaps there。 Anything else？'
Bond shook his head。 'I'd certainly like to have Mathis； sir。'
'Well； we'll see。 Try and bring it off。 We're going to look pretty foolish if you don't。 And watch out。 This sounds an amusing job； but I don't think it's going to be。 Le Chiffre is a good man。 Well； best of luck。'
'Thank you； sir；' said Bond and went to the door。
'Just a minute。'
Bond turned。
I think I'll keep you covered； Bond。 Two heads are better than one and you'll need someone to run your munications。 I'll think it over。 They'll get in touch with you at Royale。 You needn't worry。 It'll be someone good。'
Bond would have preferred to work alone； but one didn't argue with M。 He left the room hoping that the man they sent would be loyal to him and neither stupid； nor； worse still； ambitious。
CHAPTER 4 … L'ENNEMI éCOUTE
As two weeks later； James Bond awoke in his room at the H？tel Splendide； some of this history passed through his mind。
He had arrived at Royale…les…Eaux in time for luncheon two days before。 There had been no attempt to contact him and there had been no flicker of curiosity when he had signed the register 'James Bond； Port Maria； Jamaica'。
M had expressed no interest in his cover。
'Once you start to make a set at Le Chiffre at the tables； you'll have had it；' he said。 'But wear a cover that will stick with the general public。'
Bond knew Jamaica well； so he asked to be controlled from there and to pass as a Jamaican plantocrat whose father had made his pile in tobacco and sugar and whose son chose to play it away on the stock markets and in casinos。 If inquiries were made； he would quote Charles DaSilva of Chaffery's； Kingston； as his attorney。 Charles would make the story stick。
Bond had spent the last two afternoons and most of the nights at the Casino； playing plicated progression systems on the even chances at roulette。 He made a high banco at chemin…de…fer whenever he heard one offered。 If he lost； he would suivi once and not chase it further if he lost the second time。
In this way he had made some three million francs and had given his nerves and card…sense a thorough work…out。 He had got the geography of the Casino clear in his mind。 Above all； he had been able to observe Le Chiffre at the tables and to note ruefully that he was a faultless and lucky gambler。
Bond liked to make a good breakfast。 After a cold shower； he sat at the writing…table in front of the window。 He looked out at the beautiful day and consumed half a pint of iced orange juice； three scrambled eggs and bacon and a double portion of coffee without sugar。 He lit his first cigarette； a Balkan and Turkish mixture made for him by Morlands of Grosvenor Street； and watched the small waves lick the long seashore and the fishing…fleet from Dieppe string out towards the June heat…haze followed by a paper…chase of herring…gulls。
He was lost in his thoughts when the telephone rang。 It was the concierge announcing that a Director of Radio Stentor was waiting below with the wireless set he had ordered from Paris。
'Of course；' said Bond。 'Send him up。'
This was the cover fixed by the Deuxième Bureau for their liaison man with Bond。 Bond watched the door； hoping that it would be Mathis。
When Mathis came in； a respectable business…man carrying a large square parcel by its leather handle； Bond smiled broadly and would have greeted him with warmth if Mathis had not frowned and held up his free hand after carefully closing the door。
'I have just arrived from Paris； monsieur； and here is the set you asked to have on approval … five valves； superhet； I think you call it in England； and you should be able to get most of the capitals of Europe from Royale。 There are no mountains for forty miles in any direction。'
'It sounds all right；' said Bond； lifting his eyebrows at this mystery…making。
Mathis paid no attention。 He placed the set； which he had unwrapped； on the floor beside the unlit panel electric fire below the mantelpiece。
'It is just past eleven；' he said； 'and I see that the pagnons de la Chanson should now be on the medium wave from Rome。 They are touring Europe。 Let us see what the reception is like。 It should be a fair test。'
He winked。 Bond noticed that he had turned the volume on to full and that the red light indicating the long waveband was illuminated； though the set was still silent。
Mathis fiddled at the back of the set。 Suddenly an appalling roar of static filled the small room。 Mathis gazed at the set for a few seconds with benevolence and then turned it off and his voice was full of dismay。
'My dear monsieur … forgive me please … badly tuned；' and he again bent to the dials。 After a few adjustments the close harmony of the French came over the air and Mathis walked up and clapped Bond very hard on the back and wrang his hand until Bond's fingers ached。
Bond smiled back at him。 'Now； what the hell？' he asked。
'My dear friend；' Mathis was delighted； 'you are blown； blown； blown。 Up there；' he pointed at the ceiling； 'at this moment； either Monsieur Muntz or his alleged wife； allegedly bedridden with the grippe； is deafened； absolutely deafened； and I hope in agony。' He grinned with pleasure at Bond's frown of disbelief。
Mathis sat down on the bed and ripped open a packet of Caporal with his thumbnail。 Bond waited。
Mathis was satisfied with the sensation his words had caused。 He became serious。
'How it has happened I don't know。 They must have been on to you for several days before you arrived。 The opposition is here in real strength。 Above you is the Muntz family。 He is German。 She is from somewhere in Central Europe； perhaps a Czech。 This is an old…fashioned hotel。 There are disused chimneys behind these electric fires。 Just here；' he pointed a few inches above the panel fire； 'is suspended a very powerful radio pick…up。 The wires run up the chimney to behind the Muntzes' electric fire where there is an amplifier。 In their room is a wire…recorder and a pair of earphones on which the Muntzes listen in turn。 That is why Madame Muntz has the grippe and takes all her meals in bed and why Monsieur Muntz has to be constantly at her side instead of enjoying the sunshine and the gambling of this delightful resort。
'Some of this we knew because in France we are very clever。 The rest we confirmed by unscrewing your electric fire a few hours before you got here。'
Suspiciously Bond walked over and examined the screws which secured the panel to the wall。 Their grooves showed minute scratches。
'Now it is time for a little more play…acting；' said Mathis。 He walked over to the radio； which was still transmitting close harmony to its audience of three； and switched it off。
'Are you satisfied； monsieur？' he asked。 'You notice how clearly they came over。 Are they not a wonderful team？' He made a winding motion with his right hand and raised his eyebrows。
'They are so good；' said Bond； 'that I would like to hear the rest of the programme。' He grinned at the thought of the angry glances which the Muntzes must be exchanging overhead。 'The machine itself seems splendid。 Just what I was looking for to take back to Jamaica。'
Mathis made a sarcastic grimace and switched back to the Rome programme。
'You and your Jamaica；' he said； a