There came a whisper from the bed. 'Is that you?'
'Yes, darling.' Bond slid out of his clothes and, assuming the same geography as in his own room, walked gingerly over to the bed and sat down on its edge.
A hand came out of the darkness and touched him. 'Ooh, you've got nothing on!'
Bond caught the hand and reached along it. 'Nor have you,' he whispered. 'That's how it should be.'
Gingerly he lay down on the bed and put his head beside hers on the pillow. He noticed with a pang3 of pleasure that she had left room for him. He kissed her, at first softly and then with fierceness. Her body stirred. Her mouth yielded to his and when his left hand began its exploration she put her arms round him. 'I'm catching4 cold.' Bond followed the lie by pulling the single sheet away from under him and then covering them both with it. The warmth and softness of her splendid body were now all his. Bond lay against her. He drew the fingernails of his left hand softly down her flat stomach. The velvety5 skin fluttered. She gave a small groan6 and reached down for his hand and held it. 'You do love me a little bit?'
That awful question! Bond whispered, 'I think you're the most adorable, beautiful girl. I wish I'd met you before.'
The stale, insincere words seemed to be enough. She removed her restraining hand.
Her hair smelt7 of new-mown summer grass, her mouth of Pepsodent, and her body of Mennen's Baby Powder. A small night wind rose up outside and moaned round the building, giving an extra sweetness, an extra warmth, even a certain friendship to what was no more than an act of physical passion. There was real pleasure in what they did to each other, and in the end, when it was over and they lay quietly in each other's arms, Bond knew, and knew that the girl knew, that they had done nothing wrong, done no harm to each other.
After a while Bond whispered into her hair, 'Ruby8!'
'Mmmm.'
'About your name. About the Windsors. I'm afraid there's not much hope.'
'Oh, well, I never really believed. You know these old family stories.'
'Anyway, I haven't got enough books here. When I get back I'll dig into it properly. Promise. It'll be a question of starting with your family and going back - church and town records and so forth9. I'll have it done properly and send it to you. Great slab10 of parchment with a lot of snazzy print Heavy black italics with coloured letters to start each line. Although it mayn't get you anywhere, it might be nice to have.'
'You mean like old documents in museums?'
'That's right.'
'That'd be nice.'
There was silence in the little room. Her breathing became regular. Bond thought: how extraordinary! Here on top of this mountain, a death's run away from the nearest hamlet in the valley, in this little room were peace, silence, warmth, happiness - many of the ingredients of love. It was like making love in a balloon. Which nineteenth-century rake had it been who had recorded a bet in a London club that he would make love to a woman in a balloon?
Bond was on the edge of sleep. He let himself slide down the soft, easy slope. Here it was wonderful. It would be just as easy for him to get back to his room in the early hours. He softly eased his right arm from under the sleeping girl, took a lazy glance at his left wrist. The big luminous11 numerals said midnight.
Bond had hardly turned over on his right side, up against the soft flanks of the sleeping girl, when, from underneath12 the pillow, under the floor, deep in the bowels13 of the building, there came the peremptory14 ringing of a deep-toned, melodious15 electric bell. The girl stirred. She said sleepily, 'Oh, damn!'
'What is it?'
'Oh, it's only the treatment. I suppose it's midnight?'
'Yes.'
'Don't pay any attention. It's only for me. Just go to sleep.'
Bond kissed her between the shoulder-blades but said nothing.
Now the bell had stopped. In its place there started up a droning whine16, rather like the noise of a very fast electric fan, with, behind it, the steady, unvarying tick-pause-tock, tick-pause-tock of some land of metronome. The combination of the two sounds was wonderfully soothing17. It compelled attention, but only just on the fringe of consciousness -like the night-noises of childhood, the slow tick of the nursery clock combined with the sound of the sea or the wind outside. And now a voice, the Count's voice came over the distant wire or tape that Bond assumed was the mechani cal source of all this. The voice was pitched in a low, singsong murmur18, caressing19 yet authoritative20, and every word was distinct. 'You are going to sleep.' The voice fell on the word 'sleep'. 'You are tired and your limbs feel like lead.' Again the falling cadence21 on the last word. 'Your arms feel as heavy as lead. Your breathing is quite even. Your breathing is as regular as a child's. Your eyes are closed and the eyelids22 are heavy as lead. You are becoming tireder and tireder. Your whole body is becoming tired and heavy as lead. You are warm and comfortable. You are slipping, slipping, slipping down into sleep. Your bed is as soft and downy as a nest. You are as soft and sleepy as a chicken in a nest. A dear little chicken, flurry and cuddly23.' There came the sound of a sweet cooing and clucking, the gentle brushing together of wings, the dozy24 murmuring of mother hens with their chicks. It went on for perhaps a full minute. Then the voice came back. 'The little darlings are going to sleep. They are like you, comfortable and sleepy in their nests. You love them dearly, dearly, dearly. You love all chickens. You would like to make pets of them all. You would like them to grow up beautiful and strong. You would like no harm to come to them. Soon you will be going back to your darling chickens. Soon you will be able to look after them again. Soon you will be able to help all the chickens of England. You will be able to improve the breed of chickens all over England. This will make you very, very happy. You will be doing so much good that it will make you very, very happy. But you will keep quiet about it. You will say nothing of your methods. They will be your own secret, your very own secret. People will try and find out your secret. But you will say nothing because they might try and take your secret away from you. And then you would not be able to make your darling chickens happy and healthy and strong. Thousands, millions of chickens made happier because of you. So you will say nothing and keep your secret. You will say nothing, nothing at all. You will remember what I say. You will remember what I say.' The murmuring voice was getting farther and farther away. The sweet cooing and clucking of chickens softly obscured the vanishing voice, then that too died away and there was only the electric whine and the tick-pause-tock of the metronome.
Ruby was deeply asleep. Bond reached out for her wrist and felt the pulse. It was plumb25 on beat with the metronome. And now that, and the whine of the machine, receded26 softly until all was dead silence again save for the soft moan of the night wind outside.
Bond let out a deep sigh. So now he had heard it all! He suddenly wanted to get back to his room and think. He slipped out from under the sheet, got to his clothes, and put them on. He manipulated the lock without trouble. There was no movement, no sound, in the passage. He slipped back into Number Two and eased the door shut. Then he went into his bathroom, closed the door, switched on the light, and sat down on the lavatory27 and put his head in his hands.
Deep hypnosis! That was what he had heard. The Hidden Persuader! The repetitive, singsong message injected into the brain while it was on the twilight28 edge of consciousness. Now, in Ruby's subconscious29, the message would work on all by itself through the night, leaving her, after weeks of repetition, with an in-built mechanism30 of obedience31 to the voice that would be as deep, as compelling, as hunger.
But what in hell was the message all about? Surely it was a most harmless, even a praiseworthy message to instil32 in the simple mind of this country girl. She had been cured of her allergy33 and she would return home fully2 capable of helping34 with the family poultry35 business - more than that, enthusiastic, dedicated36. Had the leopard37 changed his spots? Had the old lag become, in the corny, hackneyed tradition, a do-gooder? Bond simply couldn't believe it. What about all those high-powered security arrangements? What about the multi-racial staff that positively38 stank39 of SPECTRE? And what about the bob-run murder? Accident? So soon after the man's attempted rape40 of this Sarah girl? An impossible coincidence! Malignity41 must somewhere lie behind the benign42, clinical front of this maddeningly innocent research outfit43! But where? How in hell could he find out?
Bond, exhausted44, got up and turned off the light in the bathroom and quietly got himself into bed. The mind whirred on for a sterile45 half-hour in the over-heated brain and then, mercifully, he went to sleep.
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When, at nine o'clock, he awoke and threw open his windows, the sky was overcast46 with the heavy blank grey that meant snow. Over by the Berghaus, the Schneefinken, and Schneevogel, the snow-finches and Alpine47 choughs, that lived on the crumbs48 and left-overs of the picnickers, were fluttering and swooping50 close round the building - a sure storm-warning. The wind had got up and was blowing in sharp, threatening gusts51, and no whine of machinery52 came from the cable railway. The light aluminium53 gondolas54 would have too bad a time in winds of this strength, particularly over the last great swoop49 of cable that brought them a good quarter of a mile over the exposed shoulder beneath the plateau.
Bond shut the windows and rang for his breakfast. When it came there was a note from Fraulein Bunt on the tray. 'The Count will be pleased to receive you at eleven o'clock. I.E.'
Bond ate his breakfast and got down to his third page of de Bleuvilles. He had quite a chunk55 of work to show up, but this was easy stuff. The prospect56 of successfully bamboozling57 his way along the Blofeld part of the trail was not so encouraging. He would start boldly at the Gdynia end and work back - get the old rascal58 to talk about his youth and his parents. Old rascal? Well, dammit, whatever he had become since Operation 'Thunderball', there weren't two Ernst Stavro Blofelds in the world!
They met in the Count's study. 'Good morning, Sir Hilary. I hope you slept well? We are going to have snow.' The Count waved towards the window. ' It will be a good day for work. No distractions59.'
Bond smiled a man-to-man smile. 'I certainly find those girls pretty distracting. But most charming. What's the matter with them, by the way? They all look healthy enough.'
The Count was off-hand. 'They suffer from allergies60, Sir Hilary. Crippling allergies. In the agricultural field. They are country girls and their disabilities affect the possibility of their employment. I have devised a cure for such symptoms. I am glad to say that the signs are propitious61. We are making much progress together.' The telephone by his side buzzed. 'Excuse me.' The Count picked up the receiver and listened. 'Ja. Machen Sie die Verbindung.' He paused. Bond politely studied the papers he had brought along. 'Zdies de Bleuville… Da… Da… Kharascho!' He put the receiver back. 'Forgive me. That was one of my research workers. He has been purchasing some materials for the laboratories. The cable railway is closed, but they are making a special trip up for him. Brave man. He will probably be very sick, poor fellow.' The green contact lenses hid any sympathy he may have felt. The fixed62 smile showed none. 'And now, my dear Sir Hilary, let us get on with our work.'
Bond laid out his big sheets on the desk and proudly ran his finger down through the generations. There was excitement and satisfaction in the Count's comments and questions. 'But this is tremendous, really tremendous, my dear fellow. And you say there is mention of a broken spear or a broken sword in the arms? Now when was that granted?'
Bond rattled63 off a lot of stuff about the Norman Conquest. The broken sword had probably been awarded as a result of some battle. More research in London would be needed to pin the occasion down. Finally Bond rolled up the sheets and got out his notebook. 'And now we must start working back from the other end, Count.' Bond became inquisitorial, authoritative. 'We have your birth date in Gdynia, May 28th, 1908. Yes?'
'Correct.'
'Your parents' names?'
'Ernst George Blofeld and Maria Stavro Michelopoulos.'
'Also born in Gdynia?'
'Yes.'
'Now your grandparents?'
'Ernst Stefan Blofeld and Elizabeth Lubomirskaya.'
'Hm, so the Ernst is something of a family Christian64 name?'
'It would seem so. My great-grandfather, he was also Ernst.'
'That is most important. You see. Count, among the Blofelds of Augsburg there are no less than two Ernsts!'
The Count's hands had been lying on the green blotting-pad on his desk, relaxed. Now, impulsively65, they joined together and briefly66 writhed67, showing white knuckles68.
My God, you've got it bad! thought Bond.
'And that is important?'
'Very. Christian names run through families. We regard them as most significant clues. Now, can you remember any farther back? You have done well. We have covered three generations. With the dates I shall later ask you for, we have already got back to around 1850. Only another fifty years to go and we shall have arrived at Augsburg.'
'No.' It was almost a cry of pain. 'My great-great-grandfather. Of him I know nothing.' The hands writhed on the blotting-paper. 'Perhaps, perhaps. If it is a question of money. People, witnesses could be found.' The hands parted, held themselves out expansively. 'My dear Sir Hilary, you and I are men of the world. We understand each other. Extracts from archives, registry offices, the churches - these things, do they have to be completely authentic69?'
Got you, you old fox! Bond said affably, with a hint of conspiracy70, 'I don't quite understand what you mean, Count/
The hands were now flat on the desk again, happy hands. Blofeld had recognized one of his kind. 'You are a hardworking man, Sir Hilary. You live modestly in this remote region of Scotland. Life could perhaps be made easier for you. There are perhaps material benefits you desire - motorcars, a yacht, a pension. You have only to say the word, name a figure.' The dark-green orbs71 bored into Bond's modestly evasive eyes, holding them. 'Just a little co-operation. A visit here and there in Poland and Germany and France. Of course your expenses would be heavy. Let us say five hundred pounds a week. The technical matters, the documents, and so forth. Those I can arrange. It would only require your supporting evidence. Yes? The Ministry72 of Justice in Paris, for them the word of the College of Arms is the word of God. Is that not so?'
It was too good to be true! But how to play it? Diffidently, Bond said, 'What you are suggesting, Count, is - er - not without interest. Of course' - Bond's smile was sufficiently73 expansive, sufficiently bland74 - 'if the documents were convincing, so to speak solid, very solid, then it would be quite reasonable for me to authenticate75 them.' Bond put spaniel into his eyes, asking to be patted, to be told that everything would be all right, that he would be completely protected. 'You see what I mean?'
The Count began, with force, sincerity76, 'You need have absolutely no…' when there was the noise of an approaching hubbub77 down the passage. The door burst open. A man, propelled from behind, lurched into the room and fell, writhing78, to the floor.
Two of the guards came stiffly to attention behind him. They looked first at the Count and then, sideways, towards Bond, surprised to see him there.
The Count said sharply, 'Was ist derm los?'
Bond knew the answer and, momentarily, he died. Behind the snow and the blood on the face of the man on the floor, Bond recognized the face of a man he knew.
The blond hair, the nose broken boxing for the Navy, belonged to a friend of his in the Service. It was, unmistakably, Number 2 from Station Z in Zurich!
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