Bond jumped up and pulled back the curtains, not knowing what scene of panic, of running men, would meet his eyes. But the only man in sight was one of the guides, walking slowly, stolidly2 up the beaten snow-path from the cable station to the club. The spacious3 wooden veranda4 that stretched from the wall of the club out over the slope of the mountain was empty, but tables had been laid for breakfast and the upholstered chaises-longue for the sunbathers had already been drawn5 up in their meticulous6, colourful rows. The sun was blazing down out of a crystal sky. Bond looked at his watch. It was eight o'clock. Work began early in this place! People died early. For that had undoubtedly7 been the death-scream. He turned back into his room and rang the bell.
It was one of the three men Bond had suspected of being Russians. Bond became the officer and gentleman. 'What is your name?'
'Peter sir.'
'Piotr?' Bond longed to say. 'And how are all my old friends from SMERSH?' He didn't. He said, 'What was that scream?'
'Pliss?' The granite8-grey eyes were careful.
'A man screamed just now. From over by the cable station. What was it?'
'It seems there has been an accident, sir. You wish for breakfast?' He produced a large menu from under his arm and, held it out clumsily.
'What sort of an accident?"
'It seems that one of the guides has fallen.'
How could this man have known that, only minutes after the scream? 'Is he badly hurt?'
'Is possible, sir.' The eyes, surely trained in investigation9, held Bond's blandly11. 'You wish for breakfast?' The menu was once again nudged forward.
Bond said, with sufficient concern, 'Well, I hope the poor chap's all right.' He took the menu and ordered. 'Let me know if you hear what happened.'
'There will no doubt be an announcement if the matter is serious. Thank you, sir.' The man withdrew.
It was the scream that triggered Bond into deciding that, above all things, he must keep fit. He suddenly felt that, despite all the mystery and its demand for solution, there would come a moment when he would need all his muscle. Reluctantly he proceeded to a quarter of an hour of knee-bends and press-ups and deep-breathing chest-expansions -exercises of the skiing muscles. He guessed that he might have to get away from this place. But quick!
He took a shower and shaved. Breakfast was brought by Peter. 'Any more news about this poor guide?'
'I have heard no more, sir. It concerns the outdoor staff. I work inside the club.'
Bond decided12 to play it down. 'He must have slipped and broken an ankle. Poor chap! Thank you, Peter.'
'Thank you, sir.' Did the granite eyes contain a sneer13?
James Bond put his breakfast on the desk and, with some difficulty, managed to prise open the double window. He removed the small bolster15 that lay along the sill between the panes16 to keep out draughts17, and blew away the accumulated dust and small fly-corpses. The cold, savourless air of high altitudes rushed into the room and Bond went to the thermostat18 and put it up to 90 as a counter-attack. While, his head below the level of the sill, he ate a spare continental19 breakfast, he heard the chatter20 of the girls assembling outside on the terrace. The voices were high with excitement and debate. Bond could hear every word.
'I really don't think Sarah should have told on him.'
'But he came in in the dark and started mucking her about.'
'You mean actually interfering21 with her?'
'So she says. If I'd been her, I'd have done the same. And he's such a beast of a man.'
'Was, you mean. Which one was it, anyway?'
'One of the Yugos. Bertil.'
'Oh, I know. Yes, he was pretty horrible. He had such dreadful teeth.'
'You oughtn't to say such things of the dead.'
'How do you know he's dead? What happened to him, anyway?'
'He was one of the two you see spraying the start of the bob-run. You see them with hoses every morning. It's to get it good and icy so they'll go faster. Fritz told me he somehow slipped, lost his balance, or something. And that was that. He just went off down the run like a sort of human bob-sleigh.'
'Elizabeth! How can you be so heartless about it!'
'Well, that's what happened. You asked.'
'But couldn't he save himself?'
'Don't be idiotic22. It's sheet ice, a mile of it. And the bobs get up to sixty miles an hour. He hadn't got a prayer.'
'But didn't he fly off at one of the bends?'
'Fritz said he went all the way to the bottom. Crashed into the tuning23 hut. But Fritz says he must have been dead in the first hundred yards or so.'
'Oh, here's Franz. Franz, can I have scrambled24 eggs and coffee? And tell them to make the scrambled eggs runny like I always have them.'
'Yes, miss. And you, miss?' The waiter took the orders and Bond heard his boots creak off across the boards.
The sententious girl was being sententious again. 'Well, all I can say is it must have been some kind of punishment for what he tried to do to Sarah. You always get paid off for doing wrong.'
'Don't be ridiculous. God would never punish you as severely25 as that.' The conversation followed this new hare off into a maze26 of infantile morality and the Scriptures27.
Bond lit a cigarette and sat back, gazing thoughtfully at the sky. No, the girl was right. God wouldn't mete29 out such a punishment. But Blofeld would. Had there been one of those Blofeld meetings at which, before the full body of men, the crime and the verdict had been announced? Had this Bertil been taken out and dropped on to the bob-run? Or had his companion been quietly dealt the card of death, told to give the sinner the trip or the light push that was probably all that had been needed? More likely. The quality of the scream had been of sudden, fully28 realized terror as the man fell, scrabbled at the ice with his finger-nails and boots, and then, as he gathered speed down the polished blue gully, the bunding horror of the truth. And what a death! Bond had once gone down the Cresta, from 'Top', to prove to himself that he dared. Helmeted, masked against the blast of air, padded with leather and foam30 rubber, that had still been sixty seconds of naked fear. Even now he could remember how his limbs had shaken when he rose stiffly from the flimsy little skeleton bob at the end of the run-out. And that had been a bare three-quarters of a mile. This man, or the flayed31 remains32 of him, had done over a mile. Had he gone down head or feet first? Had his body started tumbling? Had he tried, while consciousness remained, to brake himself over the edge of one of the early, scientifically banked bends with the unspiked toe of this boot or that…? No. After the first few yards, he would already have been going too fast for any rational thought or action. God, what a death! A typical Blofeld death, a typical SPECTRE revenge for the supreme33 crime of disobedience. That was the way to keep discipline in the ranks! So, concluded Bond as he cleared the tray away and got down to his books, SPECTRE walks again! But down what road this time?
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At ten minutes to eleven, Irma Bunt came for him. After an exchange of affabilities, Bond gathered up an armful of books and papers and followed her round the back of the club building and along a narrow, well-trodden path past a sign that said PRIVAT. EINTRITT VERBOTEN.
The rest of the building, whose outlines Bond had seen the night before, came into view. It was an undistinguished but powerfully built one-storey affair made of local granite blocks, with a flat cement roof from which, at the far end, protruded34 a small, professional-looking radio mast which, Bond assumed, had given the pilot his landing instructions on the previous night and which would also serve as the ears and mouth of Blofeld. The building was on the very edge of the plateau and below the final peak of Piz Gloria, but out of avalanche35 danger. Beneath it the mountain sloped sharply away until it disappeared over a cliff. Far below again was the tree line and the Bernina valley leading up to Pontresina, the glint of a railway track and the tiny caterpillar36 of a long goods train of the Rhдtische Bahn, on its way, presumably, over the Bernina Pass into Italy.
The door to the building gave the usual pneumatic hiss37, and the central corridor was more or less a duplicate of the one at the club, but here there were doors on both sides and no pictures. It was dead quiet and there was no hint of what went on behind the doors. Bond put the question.
'Laboratories,' said Irma Bunt vaguely38. 'All laboratories. And of course the lecture-room. Then the Count's private quarters. He lives with his work, Sair Hilary.'
'Good show.'
They came to the end of the corridor. Irma Bunt knocked on the facing door.
'Herein!'
James Bond was tremendously excited as he stepped over the threshold and heard the door sigh shut behind him. He knew what not to expect, the original Blofeld, last year's model - about twenty stone, tall, pale, bland10 face with black crew-cut, black eyes with the whites showing all round, like Mussolini's, ugly thin mouth, long pointed39 hands and feet but he had no idea what alterations40 had been contrived41 on the envelope that contained the man.
But Monsieur le Comte de Bleuville, who now rose from the chaise-longue on the small private veranda and came in out of the sun into the penumbra42 of the study, his hands outstretched in welcome, was surely not even a distant relative of the man on the files!
Bond's heart sank. This man was tallish, yes, and, all right, his hands and naked feet were long and thin. But there the resemblance ended. The Count had longish, carefully-tended, almost dandified hair that was a fine silvery white. His ears, that should have been close to his head, stuck out slightly and, where they should have had heavy lobes43, had none. The body that should have weighed twenty stone, now naked save for a black woollen slip, was not more than twelve stone, and there were no signs of the sagging44 flesh that comes from middle-aged14 weight-reduction. The mouth was full and friendly, with a pleasant, up-turned, but perhaps rather unwavering smile. The forehead was serrated with wrinkles above a nose that, while the files said it should be short and squat46, was aquiline47 and, round the right nostril48, eaten away, poor chap, by what looked like the badge of tertiary syphilis. The eyes? Well, there might be something there if one could see them, but they were only rather frightening dark-green pools. The Count wore, presumably against the truly dangerous sun at these altitudes, dark-green tinted49 contact lenses.
Bond unloaded his books on to a conveniently empty table and took the warm, dry hand.
'My dear Sir Hilary. This is indeed a pleasure.' Blofeld's voice had been said to be sombre and even. This voice was light and full of animation50.
Bond said to himself, furiously, by God this has got to be Blofeld! He said, 'I'm so sorry I couldn't come on the 21st. There's a lot going on at the moment.'
'Ah yes. So Fraulein Bunt told me. These new African States. They must indeed present a problem. Now, shall we settle down here' - he waved towards his desk - 'or shall we go outside? You see' - he gestured at his brown body -' I am a heliotrope51, a sun-worshipper. So much so that I have had to have these lenses devised for me. Otherwise, the ultraviolet rays, at this altitude…' He left the phrase unfinished.
'I haven't seen that kind of lens before. After all, I can leave the books here and fetch them if we need them for reference. I have the case pretty clear in my mind. And' -Bond smiled chummily - 'it would be nice to go back to the fop with something of a sunburn.'
Bond had equipped himself at Lillywhites with clothing he thought would be both appropriate and sensible. He had avoided the modern elasticized vorlage trousers and had chosen the more comfortable but old-fashioned type of ski-trouser in a smooth cloth. Above these he wore an aged black wind-cheater that he used for golf, over his usual white sea-island cotton shirt. He had wisely reinforced this outfit52 with long and ugly cotton and wool pants and vests. He had conspicuously53 brand-new ski-boots with powerful ankle-straps. He said, 'Then I'd better take off my sweater.' He did so and followed the Count out on to the veranda.
The Count lay back again in his upholstered aluminium54 chaise-longue. Bond drew up a light chair made of similar materials. He placed it also facing the sun, but at an angle so that he could watch the Count's face.
'And now,' said the Comte de Bleuville, 'what have you got to tell me that necessitated55 this personal visit?' He turned his fixed56 smile on Bond. The dark-green glass eyes were unfathomable. 'Not of course that the visit is not most welcome, most welcome. Now then, Sir Hilary.'
Bond had been well trained in two responses to this obvious first question. The first was for the event that the Count had lobes to his ears. The second, if he had not. He now, in measured, serious tones, launched himself into Number Two.
'My dear Count' - the form of address seemed dictated57 by the silvery hair, by the charm of the Count's manners -'there are occasions in the work of the College when research and paper work are simply not enough. We have, as you know, come to a difficult passage in our work on your case. I refer of course to the hiatus between the disappearance58 of the de Bleuville line around the time of the French Revolution and the emergence59 of the Blofeld family, or families, in the neighbourhood of Augsburg. And' - Bond paused impressively - 'in the latter context I may later have a proposal that I hope will find favour with you. But what I am coming to is this. You have already expended60 serious funds on our work, and it would not have been fair to suggest that the researches should go forward unless there was a substantial ray of hope in the sky. The possibility of such a ray existed, but it was of such a nature that it definitely demanded a physical confrontation61.'
'Is that so? And for what purpose, may I inquire?'
James Bond recited Sable62 Basilisk's examples of the Habsburg lip, the royal tail, and the others. He then leaned forward in his chair for emphasis. 'And such a physical peculiarity63 exists in connexion with the de Bleuvilles. You did not know this?'
'I was not aware of it. No. What is it?'
'I have good news for you, Count.' Bond smiled his congratulations. 'All the de Bleuville effigies64 or portraits that we have been able to trace have been distinctive65 in one vital respect, in one inherited characteristic. It appears that the family had no lobes to their ears!'
The Count's hands went up to his ears and felt them. Was he acting66?
'I see,' he said slowly. 'Yes, I see.' He reflected. 'And you had to see this for yourself? My word, or a photograph, would not have been sufficient?'
Bond looked embarrassed. 'I am sorry. Count. But that was the ruling of Garter King of Arms. I am only a junior free-lance research worker for one of the Pursuivants. He in turn takes his orders in these matters from above. I hope you will appreciate that the College has to be extremely strict in cases concerned with a most ancient and honourable67 title such as the one in question.'
The dark pools aimed themselves at Bond like the muzzles68
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of guns. 'Now that you have seen what you came to see, you regard the title as still in question?'
This was the worst hurdle69. 'What I have seen certainly allows me to recommend that the work should continue, Count. And I would say that our chances of success have greatly multiplied. I have brought out the materials for a first sketch70 of the Line of Descent, and that, in a matter of days, I could lay before you. But alas71, as I have said, there are still many gaps, and it is most important for me to satisfy Sable Basilisk particularly about the stages of your family's migration72 from Augsburg to Gdynia. It would be of the greatest help if I might question you closely about your parentage in the male line. Even details about your father and grandfather would be of the greatest assistance. And then, of course, it would be of the utmost importance if you could spare a day to accompany me to Augsburg to see if the handwriting of these Blofeld families in the Archives, their Christian73 names and other family details, awaken74 any memories or connexions in your mind. The rest would then remain with us at the College. I could spare no more than a week on this work. But I am at your disposal if you wish it.'
The Count got to his feet. Bond followed suit. He walked casually75 over to the railing and admired the view. Would this bedraggled fly be taken? Bond now desperately76 hoped so. During the interview he had come to one certain conclusion. There was not a single one of the peculiarities77 in the Count's appearance that could not have been achieved by good acting and by the most refined facial and stomach surgery applied78 to the original Blofeld. Only the eyes could not have been tampered79 with. And the eyes were obscured.
'You think that with patient work, even with the inclusion of a few question marks where the connecting links are obscure, I would achieve an Acte de Notoriete that would satisfy the Minister of Justice in Paris?'
'Most certainly,' lied Bond. 'With the authority of the College in support.'
The fixed smile widened minutely. 'That would give me much satisfaction, Sir Hilary. I am the Comte de Bleuville.
I am certain of it in my heart, in my veins80.' There was real fervour in the voice. 'But I am determined81 that my title shall be officially recognized. You will be most welcome to remain as my guest and I shall be constantly at your disposal to help with your researches.'
Bond said politely, but with a hint of weariness, of resignation, 'All right, Count. And thank you. I will go and make a start straight away.'
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