I arrived safely - by helicopter, if you please! - at this beautiful place called Piz Gloria, 10,000 feet up somewhere in the Engadine. Most comfortable with an excellent male staff of several nationalities and a most efficient secretary to the Count named Fraulein Irma Bunt who tells me that she comes from Munich.
I had a most profitable interview with the Count this morning as a result of which he wishes me to stay on for a week to complete the first draft of his genealogical tree. I do hope you can spare me for so long. I warned the Count that we had much work to do on the new Commonwealth2 States. He himself, though busily engaged on what sounds like very public-spirited research work on allergies3 and their cause (he has ten English girls here as his patients), has agreed to see me daily in the hope that together we may be able to bridge the gap between the migration4 of the de Bleuvilles from France and their subsequent transference, as Blofelds, from Augsburg to Gdynia. I have suggested to him that we conclude the work with a quick visit to Augsburg for the purposes you and I discussed, but he has not yet given me his decision.
Please tell my cousin Jenny Bray5 that she may be hearing from a friend of her late husband who apparently6 served with him in the Lovat Scouts7. He came up to me at lunch today and took me for the other Hilary! Quite a coincidence!
Working conditions are excellent. We have complete privacy here, secure from the madding world of skiers, and very sensibly the girls are confined to their rooms after ten at night to put them out of the temptation of roaming and gossiping. They seem a very nice lot, from all over the United Kingdom, but rather on the dumb side!
Now for my most interesting item. The Count has not got lobes8 to his ears! Isn't that good news! He also is of a most distinguished9 appearance and bearing with a fine head of silvery hair and a charming smile. His slim figure also indicates noble extraction. Unfortunately he has to wear dark-green contact lenses because of weak eyes and the strength of the sunshine at this height, and his aquiline10 nose is blemished11 by a deformed12 nostril13 which I would have thought could easily have been put right by facial surgery. He speaks impeccable English with a gay lilt to his voice and I am sure that we will get on very well.
Now to get down to business. It would be most helpful if you would get in touch with the old printers of the Almanach de Gotha and see if they can help us over our gaps in the lineage. They may have some traces. Cable anything helpful. With the new evidence of the ear-lobes I am quite confident that the connexion exists.
That's all for now.
Yours ever,
HILARY BRAY
P.S. Don't tell my mother, or she will be worried for my safety among the eternal snows! But we had a nasty accident here this morning. One of the staff, a Yugoslav it seems, slipped on the bob-run and went the whole way to the bottom! Terrible business. He's apparently being buried in Pontresina tomorrow. Do you think we ought to send some kind of a wreath? H.B.
Bond read the letter several tunes14. Yes, that would giv the officers in charge of Operation 'Corona15' plenty to bite on Particularly the hint that they should get the dead man's name from the registrar16 in Pontresina. And he had covered up a bit on the Bray mix-up when the letter, as Bond was sure it would be, was steamed open and photostated before dispatch. They might of course just destroy it. To prevent this, the bit of bogosity about the Almanach de Gotha would be a clincher. This source of heraldic knowledge hadn't been mentioned before. It would surely excite the interest of Blofeld.
Bond rang the bell, handed out the letter for dispatch, and got back to his work, which consisted initially17 of going into the bathroom with the strip of plastic and his scissors in his pocket and snipping18 two inch-wide strips off the end. These would be enough for the purposes he and, he hoped, Ruby19 would put them to. Then, using the first joint20 of his thumb as a rough guide, he marked off the remaining eighteen inches into inch measures, to support his lie about the ruler, and went back to his desk and to the next hundred years of the de Bleuvilles.
At about five o'clock the light got so bad that Bond got up from his table and stretched, preparatory to going over to the light-switch near the door. He took a last look out of the window before he dosed it. The veranda21 was completely deserted22 and the foam23 rubber cushions for the reclining-chairs had already been taken in. From the direction of the cable-head there still came the whine24 of machinery25 that had been part of the background noises to the day. Yesterday the railway had closed at about five, and it must be time for the last pair of gondolas26 to complete their two-way journey and settle in their respective stations for the night. Bond closed the double windows, walked across to the thermostat27 and put it down to seventy. He was just about to reach for the light-switch when there came a very soft tapping at the door.
Bond kept his voice low. 'Come in!'
The door opened and quickly closed to within an inch of the lock. It was Ruby. She put her fingers to her lips and gestured towards the bathroom. Bond, highly intrigued28, followed her in and shut the door. Then he turned on the light. She was blushing. She whispered imploringly29, 'Oh, please forgive me, Sir Hilary. But I did so want to talk to you for a second.'
'That's fine, Ruby. But why the bathroom?'
'Oh, didn't you know? No, I suppose you wouldn't. It's supposed to be a secret, but of course I can tell you. You won't let on, will you?'
'No, of course not.'
'Well, all the rooms have microphones in them. I don't know where. But sometimes we girls have got together in each other's rooms, just for a gossip, you know, and Miss Bunt has always known. We think they've got some sort of television too.' She giggled30. 'We always undress in the bathroom. It's just a sort of feeling. As if one was being watched the whole time. I suppose it's something to do with the treatment.'
'Yes, I expect so.'
'The point is, Sir Hilary, I was tremendously excited by what you were saying at lunch today, about Miss Bunt perhaps being a duchess. I mean, is that really possible?'
'Oh yes,' said Bond airily.
'I was so disappointed at not being able to tell you my surname. You see, you see' - her eyes were wide with excitement - 'it's Windsor!'
'Gosh,' said Bond, 'that's interesting!'
'I knew you'd say that. You see, there's always been talk in my family that we're distantly connected with the Royal Family!'
'I can quite understand that.' Bond's voice was thoughtful, judicious31. 'I'd like to be able to do some work on that. What were your parents' names? I must have them first.'
'George Albeit32 Windsor and Mary Potts. Does that mean anything?'
'Well, of course, the Albert's significant.' Bond felt a cur. 'You see, there was the Prince Consort33 to Queen Victoria. He was Albert.'
'Oh golly!' Ruby's knuckles34 went up to her mouth.
'But of course all this needs a lot of working on. Where do you come from in England? Where were you born?'
'In Lancashire. Morecambe Bay, where the shrimps35 come from. But a lot of poultry36 too. You know.'
'So that's why you love chicken so much.'
'Oh, no.' She seemed surprised by the remark. 'That's just the point. You see, I was allergic37 to chickens. I simply couldn't bear them - all those feathers, the stupid pecking, the mess and the smell. I loathed38 them. Even eating chicken brought me out in a sort of rash. It was awful, and of course my parents were mad at me, they being poultry fanners in quite a big way and me being supposed to help clean out the batteries - you know, those modern mass-produced chicken places. And then one day I saw this advertisement in the paper, in the Poultry Farmer's Gazette. It said that anyone suffering from chicken allergy39 - then followed a long Latin name - could apply for a course of re… of re… for a cure in a Swiss institute doing research work on the thing. All found and ten pounds a week pocket-money. Rather like those people who go and act as rabbits in that place that's trying to find a cure for colds.'
'I know,' said Bond encouragingly.
'So I applied40 and my fare was paid down to London and I met Miss Bunt and she put me through some sort of exam.' She giggled. 'Heaven only knows how I passed it, as I failed my G.C.E. twice. But she said I was just what the Institute wanted and I came out here about two months ago. It's not bad. They're terribly strict. But the Count has absolutely cured my trouble. I simply love chickens now.' Her eyes became suddenly rapt.' I think they're just the most beautiful, wonderful birds in the world.'
'Well, that's a jolly good show,' said Bond, totally mystified. 'Now about your name. Til get to work on it right away. But how are we going to talk? You all seem to be pretty carefully organized. How can I see you by yourself? The only place is my room or yours.'
'You mean at night?' The big blue eyes were wide with fright, excitement, maidenly41 appraisal42.
'Yes, it's the only way.' Bond took a bold step towards her and kissed her full on the mouth. He put his arms round her clumsily. 'And you know I think you're terribly attractive.'
'Oh, Sir Hilary!'
But she didn't recoil43. She just stood there like a great lovely doll, passive, slightly calculating, wanting to be a princess. 'But how would you get out of here? They're terribly strict. A guard goes up and down the passage every so often. Of course' - the eyes were calculating - 'it's true that I'm next door to you, in Number Three actually. If only we had some way of getting out.'
Bond took one of the inch strips of plastic out of his pocket and showed it to her. 'I knew you were somewhere close to me. Instinct, I suppose. [Cad!] I learned a thing or two in the Army. You can get out of these sort of doors by slipping this in the door crack in front of the lock and pushing. It slips the latch44. Here, take this, I've got another. But hide it away. And promise not to tell anyone.'
'Ooh! You are a one! But of course I promise. But do you think there's any hope - about the Windsors, I mean?' Now she put her arms round his neck, round the witchdoctor's neck, and the big blue orbs45 gazed appealingly into his.
'You definitely mustn't rely on it,' said Bond firmly, trying to get back an ounce of his self-respect. 'But I'll have a quick look now in my books. Not much time before drinks. Anyway, we'll see.' He gave her another long and, he admitted to himself, extremely splendid kiss, to which she responded with an animalism that slightly salved his conscience. 'Now then, baby.' His right hand ran down her back to the curve of her behind, to which he gave an encouraging and hastening pat. 'We've got to get you out of here.'
His bedroom was dark. They listened at the door like two children playing hide-and-seek. The building was in silence. He inched open the door. He gave the behind an extra pat and she was gone.
Bond paused for a moment. Then he switched on the light. The innocent room smiled at him. Bond went to his table and reached for the Dictionary of British Surnames. Windsor, Windsor, Windsor. Here we are! Now then! As he bent46 over the small print, an important reflection seared his spy's mind like a shooting star. All right. So sexual perversions47, and sex itself, were a main security risk. So was greed for money. But what about status? What about that most insidious48 of vices49, snobbery50?
Six o'clock came. Bond had a nagging51 headache, brought on by hours of poring over small-print reference books and aggravated52 by the lack of oxygen at the high altitude. He needed a drink, three drinks. He had a quick shower and smartened himself up, rang his bell for the 'warder' and went along to the bar. Only a few of the girls were already there. Violet sat alone at the bar and Bond joined her. She seemed pleased to see him. She was drinking a Daiquiri. Bond ordered another and, for himself, a double Bourbon on the rocks. He took a deep pull at it and put the squat53 glass down. 'By God, I needed that! I've been working like a slave all day while you've been waltzing about the ski-slopes in the sun!'
'Have I indeed!' A slight Irish brogue came out with the indignation. 'Two lectures this morning, frightfully boring, and I had to catch up with my reading most of this afternoon. I'm way behind with it.'
'What sort of reading?'
'Oh, sort of agricultural stuff.' The dark eyes watched him carefully. 'We're not supposed to talk about our cures, you know.'
'Oh, well,' said Bond cheerfully, 'then let's talk about something else. Where do you come from?'
'Ireland. The South. Near Shannon.'
Bond had a shot in the dark. 'All that potato country.'
'Yes, that's right. I used to hate them. Nothing but potatoes to eat and potato crops to talk about. Now I'm longing54 to get back. Funny, isn't it?'
'Your family'll be pleased.'
'You can say that again! And my boy friend! He's on the wholesale55 side. I said I wouldn't marry anyone who had anything to do with the damned, dirty, ugly things. He's going to get a shock all right…'
'How's that?'
'All I've learned about how to improve the crop. The latest scientific ways, chemicals, and so on.' She put her hand up to her mouth. She glanced swiftly round the room, at the bartender. To see if anyone had heard this innocent stuff?
She put on a hostess smile. 'Now you tell me what you've been working on, Sir Hilary.'
'Oh, just some heraldic stuff for the Count. Like I was talking about at lunch. I'm afraid you'd find it frightfully dry stuff.'
'Oh no, I wouldn't. I was terribly interested in what you were saying to Miss Bunt. You see' - she lowered her voice and spoke56 into her raised glass - 'I'm an O'Neill. They used to be almost kings of Ireland. Do you think…' She had seen something over his shoulder. She went on smoothly57, 'And I simply can't get my shoulders round enough. And when I try to I simply over-balance.'
"Fraid I don't know anything about skiing,' said Bond loudly.
Irma Bunt appeared in the mirror over the bar. 'Ah, Sair Hilary.' She inspected his face. 'But yes, you are already getting a little of the sunburn, isn't it? Come! Let us go and sit down. I see poor Miss Ruby over there all by herself.'
They followed her meekly58. Bond was amused by the little undercurrent of rule-breaking that went on among the girls -the typical resistance pattern to strict discipline and the governessy ways of this hideous59 matron. He must be careful how he handled it, useful though it was proving. It wouldn't do to get these girls too much 'on his side'. But, if only because the Count didn't want him to know them, he must somehow ferret away at their surnames and addresses. Ferret! That was the word! Ruby would be his ferret. Bond sat down beside her, the back of his hand casually60 brushing against her shoulder.
More drinks were ordered. The Bourbon was beginning to uncoil Bond's tensions. His headache, instead of occupying his whole head, had localized itself behind the right temple. He said, gaily61, 'Shall we play the game again?'
There was a chorus of approval. The glass and paper napkins were brought from the bar and now more of the girls joined in. Bond handed round cigarettes and the girls puffed62 vigorously, occasionally choking over the smoke. Even Irma Bunt seemed infected by the laughter and squeals63 of excitement as the cobweb of paper became more and more tenuous64. 'Careful! Gently, Elizabeth! Ayee! But now you have done it! And there was still this little corner that was safe!'
Bond was next to her. Now he sat back and suggested that the girls should have a game among themselves. He turned to Fraulein Bunt. ' By the way, if I can find the time, it crossed my mind that it might be fun to go down in the cable car and pay a visit to the valley. I gathered from talk among the crowds today that St Moritz is the other side of the valley. I've never been there. I'd love to see it.'
'Alas65, my dear Sair Hilary, but that is against the rules of the house. Guests here, and the staff too, have no access to the Seilbahn. That is only for the tourists. Here we keep ourselves to ourselves. We are - how shall I say? - a little dedicated66 community. We observe the rules almost of a monastery67. It is better so, isn't it? Thus we can pursue our researches in peace.'
'Oh, I quite see that.' Bond's smile was understanding, friendly. 'But I hardly count myself as a patient here, really. Couldn't an exception be made in my case?'
'I think that would be a mistake, Sair Hilary. And surely you will need all the time you have to complete your duties for the Count. No' - it was an order - 'I am afraid, with many apologies, that what you ask is out of the question.' She glanced at her watch and clapped her hands. 'And now, girls,' she called, 'it is time for the supper. Come along! Come along!'
It had only been a try-on, to see what form the negative answer would take. But, as Bond followed her into the dining-room, it was quite an effort to restrain his right shoe from giving Irma Bunt a really tremendous kick in her tight, bulging68 behind.
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