The Chief of Staff, a lean relaxed man of about Bond's age, put down his pen and sat back in his chair. He watched as Bond automatically reached for the flat gun-metal cigarette case in his hip1 pocket and walked over to the open window and looked down on to Regent's Park.
There was a thoughtful deliberation in Bond's movements that answered the Chief of Staff's question.
"So you've bought it."
Bond turned round. "Yes," he said. He lit a cigarette. Through the smoke, his eyes looked very directly at the Chief of Staff. "But just tell me this, Bill. Why's the old man got cold feet about this job? He's even looked up the results of my last medical. What's he so worried about? It's not as if this was Iron Curtain business. America's a civilized2 country. More or less. What's eating him?"
It was the Chief of Staffs duty to know most of what went on in M's mind. His own cigarette had gone out and he lit it and threw the spent match over his left shoulder. He looked round to see whether it had fallen in the wastepaper basket. It had. He smiled up at Bond. "Constant practice," he said. Then : "There aren't many things that worry M, James, and you know that as well as anybody in the Service. SMERSH, of course. The German cypher-breakers. The Chinese opium3 ring-or at any rate the power they have all over the world. The authority of the Mafia. And, and he's got a damned healthy respect for them, the American gangs. The big ones. That's all. Those are the only people that get him worried. And this diamond business looks as if it's pretty certain to bring you up against the gangs. They're the last people he expected us to get mixed up with. He's got quite enough on his plate without them. That's all. That's what's giving him cold feet about this job."
"There's nothing so extraordinary about American gangsters," protested Bond. "They're not Americans. Mostly a lot of Italian bums4 with monogrammed shirts who spend the day eating spaghetti and meatballs and squirting scent5 over themselves."
"That's what you think," said the Chief of Staff. "But the point is that those are only the ones you see. There are better ones behind them, and still better ones behind those. Look at narcotics6. Ten million addicts7. Where do they get the stuff from? Look at gambling8-legitimate9 gambling. Two hundred and fifty million dollars a year is the take at Las Vegas. Then there are the undercover games at Miami and Chicago and so on. All owned by the gangs and their friends. A few years ago, Buggsy Siegel got the back of his head blown off because he wanted too much of the take from the Las Vegas operation. And he was tough enough. These are big operations. Do you realize gambling's the biggest single industry in America? Bigger than steel. Bigger than motor cars? And they take damned good care to keep it running smoothly10. Get hold of a copy of the Kefauver Report if you don't believe me. And now these diamonds. Six million dollars a year is good money, and you can bet your life it'll be well protected." The Chief of Staff paused. He looked impatiently up at the tall figure in the dark blue single-breasted suit and into the obstinate11 eyes in the lean, brown face. "Perhaps you haven't read the FBI Report on American Crime for this year. Interesting. Just thirty-four murders every day. Nearly 150,000 Americans criminally killed in the last twenty years." Bond looked incredulous. "It's a fact, damn you. Get hold of these Reports and see for yourself. And that's why M wanted to make sure you were fit before he put you into the pipeline12. You're going to take those gangs on. And you'll be by yourself. Satisfied:1"
Bond's face relaxed. "Come on, Bill," he said. "If that's all there is to it, I'll buy you lunch. It's my turn and I feel like celebrating. No more paperwork this summer. I'll take you to Scotts' and we'll have some of their dressed crab13 and a pint14 of black velvet15. You've taken a load off my mind. I thought there might be some ghastly snag about this job."
"All right, blast you." The Chief of Staff put aside the misgivings16 which he fully17 shared with his Chief, and followed Bond out of the office and slammed the door with unnecessary force behind him.
Later, punctually at two o'clock, Bond was shaking hands with the dapper, level-eyed man in the old-fashioned office which hears more secrets than any other room in Scotland Yard.
Bond had made friends with Assistant Commissioner18 Vallance over the Moonraker affair and there was no need to waste time on preliminaries.
Vallance pushed a couple of CID identification photographs across the desk. They showed a dark-haired, rather good-looking young man with a clean-cut, swashbuckling face in which the eyes smiled innocently.
"That's the chap," said Vallance. "Near enough like you to pass with someone who's only got his description. Peter Franks. Nice-looking fellow. Good family. Public school and all that. Then he went wrong and stayed wrong. Country house burglaries are his line. May have been on the Duke of Windsor job at Sunningdale a few years ago. We've pulled him in once or twice, but we could never get anything to stick. Now he's slipped up. They often do when they get into a racket they know nothing about. I've got two or three undercover girls in Soho and he's keen on one of them. Funnily enough, she's rather keen on him. Thinks she can make him go straight and all that sort of stuff. But she's got her job to do, and when he told her about this job, just casually19, as if it was the hell of a lark20, she passed the word back here."
Bond nodded. "Specialist crooks21 never take other people's lines seriously. I bet he wouldn't have talked to her about one of his country house jobs."
"Not on your life," agreed Vallance. "Or we'd have had him inside years ago. Anyway, it seems he was contacted by a friend of a friend and agreed to do a smuggling22 job to America for $5000. Payable23 on delivery. My girl asked him if it was drugs. And he laughed and said 'no-better still, Hot Ice'. Had he got the diamonds? No. His next job was to contact his 'guard'. Tomorrow evening at the Trafalgar Palace. Five o'clock in her room. A girl called Case. She would tell him what to do and go over with him." Vallance got up and paced to and fro in front of the framed forgeries24 of five pound notes that lined the wall opposite the windows. "These smugglers generally go in pairs when big stuff is being moved. The carrier is never quite trusted, and the men at the other end like to have a witness in case anything goes wrong at the customs. Then the big men don't get caught napping if the carrier talks."
Big stuff being moved. Carriers. Customs. Guards. Bond killed his cigarette in the ash-tray on Vallance's desk. How often, in his early days in his own Service, had he been part of this same routine-through Strasbourg into Germany, through Niegoreloye into Russia, over the Simplon, across the Pyrenees. The tension. The dry mouth. The nails ground into the palms of the hands. And now, having graduated away from all that, here he was going through with it again.
"Yes, I see," said Bond, dodging25 his memories. "But what's the general picture? Got any ideas? What sort of an operation was Franks going to fit in to?"
"Well, the diamonds certainly come from Africa." Vallance's eyes were opaque26. "Probably not the union mines. More likely the big leak out of Sierra Leone our friend Sillitoe's been looking for. Then the stones may get out through Liberia, or more likely French Guinea. Then perhaps into France. And since this packet's turned up in London, presumably London's part of the pipeline too."
Vallance stopped his pacing and faced Bond. "And now we know that this packet is on its way to America, and what happens to it there is anybody's guess. The operators wouldn't try and save money on the cutting-that's where half the price of a diamond goes-so it looks as if the stones get funnelled27 into some legitimate diamond business and then get cut and marketed like any other stones." Vallance paused. "You won't mind if I give you a bit of advice?"
"Don't be ridiculous."
"Well," said Vallance, "in all these jobs the pay-off to subordinates is generally the weakest link. How was this $5000 to be paid to Peter Franks? Who by? And if he did the job successfully, would he be taken on again? If I was in your shoes I'd watch these points. Concentrate on getting through the cutout who does the paying off and try to get on farther up the pipeline towards the big men. If they like the look of you it shouldn't be difficult. Good carriers aren't easy to come by, and even the top men are going to be interested in the new recruit.'"
"Yes," said Bond thoughtfully, "that makes sense. The main trouble will be to get past the first contact in America. Let's hope the whole job doesn't blow up in my face in the customs shed at Idlewild. I shall look pretty silly if the Inspectoscope picks me up. But I expect this Case woman will have some bright ideas about actually carrying the stuff. And now what's the first step? How are you going to substitute me for Peter Franks?"
Vallance started pacing to and fro again. "I think that ought to be all right," he said. "We're going to take in Franks this evening and hold him for conspiring28 to evade29 the customs." He smiled briefly30. "It'll break up a beautiful friendship with my girl I'm afraid. But that's got to be faced. And then the idea is for you to make the rendezvous31 with Miss Case."
"Does she know anything about Franks?"
"Just his description and his name," said Vallance. "At least that's what we guess. I doubt if she even knows the man who contacted him. Cut-outs all along the line. Everybody does one job in a watertight compartment32. Then, if there's a hole in the sock, it doesn't run."
"Know anything about the woman?"
"Passport details. American citizen. 27. Born San Francisco. Blonde. Blue eyes. Height 5 ft 6 in. Profession: single woman. Been over here a dozen times in the last three years. May have been more often under a different name. Always stays at the Trafalgar Palace. The hotel detective says she doesn't seem to go out much. Few visitors. Never stays more than two weeks. Never gives any trouble. That's all. Don't forget that when you meet her you'll have to have a good story yourself. Why you're doing the job and so on."
"I'll see to that."
"Anything else we can help over?"
Bond reflected. The rest seemed to be up to him. Once he had got into the pipe it would just be a question of improvising33. Then he remembered the jewellery firm. "What about this House of Diamonds lead the Treasury34 dreamed up? Seems a long shot. Any views?"
"Quite honestly I hadn't bothered with them." There was apology in Vallance's voice. "I checked on this man Saye, but again it's a blank except for his passport details. American. 45. Diamond merchant. And so on. He goes to Paris a lot. Been going once a month for the last three years as a matter of fact. Probably got a girl there. Tell you what. Why not go along and have a look at the place and at him? You never can tell."
"How would I set about that?" asked Bond dubiously35.
Vallance didn't answer. Instead he pressed a switch on the big intercom on his desk.
"Yes, Sir?" said a metallic36 voice.
"Send up Dankwaerts at the double, please Sergeant37. And Lobiniere. And then get me the House of Diamonds on the telephone. Gem38 merchants in Hatton Garden. Ask for Mr Saye."
Vallance went and looked out of the window at the river. He took a cigarette lighter39 out of his waistcoat pocket and flicked40 at it absent-mindedly. There was a knock on the door and Val-lance's staff secretary put his head in. "Sergeant Dankwaerts, Sir."
"Send him in," said Vallance. "Hold Lobiniere until I ring."
The secretary held open the door and a nondescript man in plain-clothes came in. His hair was thinning, he wore spectacles and his complexion41 was pale. His expression was kindly42 and studious. He might have been any senior clerk in any business.
"Afternoon, Sergeant," said Vallance. "This is Commander Bond of the Ministry43 of Defence." The Sergeant smiled politely. "I want you to take Commander Bond to the House of Diamonds in Hatton Garden. He will be 'Sergeant fames' of your staff. You think the diamonds from that Ascot job are on their way out to the Argentine through America. You will say so to Mr Saye, the top man there. You will wonder if it is possible that Mr Saye has heard any talk from the other side. His New York office may have heard something. You know, all very nice and polite. But just look him in the eye. Put as much pressure on as you can without giving any grounds for complaint. Then apologize and leave and forget all about it. All right? Any questions?"
"No, Sir," said Sergeant Dankwaerts stolidly44.
Vallance spoke45 into the intercom and a moment later there appeared a sallow, rather ingratiating man wearing extremely smart plain-clothes and carrying a small attache case. He stood waiting just inside the door.
"Good afternoon, Sergeant. Come and have a look at this friend of mine."
The Sergeant came and stood close up to Bond and politely turned him towards the light. Two very keen dark eyes examined his face minutely for a full minute. Then the man stepped away.
"Can't guarantee the scar for more than six hours, Sir," he said. "Not in this heat. But the rest's all right. Who is he to be, Sir?"
"He's to be Sergeant James, a member of Sergeant Dank waert's staff." Vallance looked at his watch. "Only for three hours. All right?"
"Certainly, Sir. Shall I go ahead?" At Vallance's nod, the policeman led Bond to a chair by the window, put his small attache case on the floor beside the chair and knelt down on one knee and opened it. Then, for ten minutes, his light fingers busied themselves over Bond's face and hair.
Bond resigned himself and listened to Vallance talking to the House of Diamonds. "Not until 3.30? In that case would you please tell Mr Saye that two of my men will be calling on him at 3.30 sharp. Yes, I'm afraid it is rather important. Only a formality of course. Routine inquiry46. I don't expect it will take up more than ten minutes of Mr Saye's time. Thank you so much. Yes. Assistant Commissioner Vallance. That's right. Scotland Yard. Yes. Thank you. Goodbye."
Vallance put back the receiver and turned towards Bond. "Secretary says Saye won't be back until 3.30. I suggest you get there at 3.15. Never does any harm to have a look round first. Always useful to get your man a bit off balance. How's it going?"
Sergeant Lobiniere held up a pocket mirror in front of Bond.
A touch of white at the temples. The scar gone. A hint of studiousness at the corners of the eyes and mouth. The faintest shadows under the cheekbones. Nothing you could put your finger on, but it all added up to someone who certainly wasn't James Bond.
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