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y　got　to　the　main　road；　Bond　looked　back。　A　big　arc　light　had　e　on　over　the　door　and　the　approach　to　the　warehouse　was　stripped　of　shadows。
　'No　good　trying　anything　from　the　front；'　said　Bond。　'But　there's　never　been　a　warehouse　with　only　one　entrance。'
　'Just　what　I　was　thinking；'　said　Leiter。　'We'll　save　that　for　the　next　visit。'
　They　got　into　the　car　and　drove　slowly　home　across　Central　Avenue。
　On　their　way　home　Leiter　asked　a　string　of　questions　about　Solitaire。　Finally　he　said　casually：　'By　the　way；　hope　I　fixed　the　rooms　like　you　want　them。'
　'Couldn't　be　better；'　said　Bond　cheerfully。
　'Fine；'　said　Leiter。　'Just　occurred　to　me　you　two　might　be　hyphenating。'
　'You　read　too　much　Winchell；'　said　Bond。
　'It's　just　a　delicate　way　of　putting　it；'　said　Leiter。　'Don't　forget　the　walls　of　those　cottages　are　pretty　thin。　I　use　my　ears　for　hearing　with　…　not　for　collecting　lip…stick。'
　Bond　grabbed　for　a　handkerchief。　'You　lousy；　goddam　sleuth；'　he　said　furiously。
　Leiter　watched　him　scrubbing　at　himself　out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye。　'What　are　you　doing？'　he　asked　innocently。　'I　wasn't　for　a　moment　suggesting　the　colour　of　your　ears　was　anything　but　a　natural　red。　However。。。'　He　put　a　wealth　of　meaning　into　the　word。
　'If　you　find　yourself　dead　in　your　bed　tonight；'　laughed　Bond；　'you'll　know　who　did　it。'
　They　were　still　chaffing　each　other　when　they　arrived　at　The　Everglades　and　they　were　laughing　when　the　grim　Mrs。　Stuyvesant　greeted　them　on　the　lawn。
　'Pardon　me；　Mr。　Leiter；'　she　said。　'But　I'm　afraid　we　can't　allow　music　here。　I　can't　have　the　other　guests　disturbed　at　all　hours。'
　They　looked　at　her　in　astonishment。　'I'm　sorry；　Mrs。　Stuyvesant；'　said　Leiter。　'I　don't　quite　get　you。'
　'That　big　radiogram　you　had　sent　round；'　said　Mrs。　Stuyvesant。　'The　men　could　hardly　get　the　packing…case　through　the　door。'
　
　CHAPTER　XIV
　'HE　DISAGREED　WITH　SOMETHING　THAT　ATE　HIM'
　
　THE　girl　had　not　put　up　much　of　a　struggle。　When　Leiter　and　Bond；　leaving　the　manageress　gaping　on　the　lawn；　raced　down　to　the　end　cottage；　they　found　her　room　untouched　and　the　bedclothes　barely　rumpled。
　The　lock　of　her　room　had　been　forced　with　one　swift　wrench　of　a　jemmy　and　then　the　two　men　must　have　just　stood　there　with　guns　in　their　hands。
　'Get　going；　Lady。　Get　your　clothes　on。　Try　any　tricks　and　we'll　let　the　fresh　air　into　you。'
　Then　they　must　have　gagged　her　or　knocked　her　out　and　doubled　her　into　the　packing…case　and　nailed　it　up。　There　were　tyre…marks　at　the　back　of　the　cottage　where　the　truck　had　stood。　Almost　blocking　the　entrance　hall　was　a　huge　old…fashioned　radiogram。　Second…hand　it　must　have　cost　them　under　fifty　bucks。
　Bond　could　see　the　expression　of　blind　terror　on　Solitaire's　face　as　if　she　was　standing　before　him。　He　cursed　himself　bitterly　for　leaving　her　alone。　He　couldn't　guess　how　she　had　been　traced　so　quickly。　It　was　just　another　example　of　The　Big　Man's　machine。
　Leiter　was　talking　to　the　FBI　headquarters　at　Tampa。　'Airports；　railroad　terminals　and　the　highways；'　he　was　saying。　'You'll　get　blanket　orders　from　Washington　just　as　soon　as　I've　spoken　to　them。　I　guarantee　they'll　give　this　top　priority。　Thanks　a　lot。　Much　appreciated。　I'll　be　around。　Okay。'
　He　hung　up。　'Thank　God　they're　co…operating；'　he　said　to　Bond；　who　was　standing　gazing　with　hard　blank　eyes　out　to　sea。　'Sending　a　couple　of　their　men　round　right　away　and　throwing　as　wide　a　net　as　they　can。　While　I　sew　this　up　with　Washington　and　New　York；　get　what　you　can　from　that　old　battle…axe。　Exact　time；　descriptions；　etc。　Better　make　out　it　was　a　burglary　and　that　Solitaire　has　skipped　with　the　men。　She'll　understand　that。　It'll　keep　the　whole　thing　on　the　level　of　the　usual　hotel　crimes。　Say　the　police　are　on　the　way　and　that　we　don't　blame　The　Everglades。　She'll　want　to　avoid　a　scandal。　Say　we　feel　the　same　way。'
　Bond　nodded。　'Skipped　with　the　men？'　That　was　possible　too。　But　somehow　he　didn't　think　so。　He　went　back　to　Solitaire's　room　and　searched　it　minutely。　It　still　smelled　of　her；　of　the　'Vent　Vert'　that　reminded　him　of　their　journey　together。　Her　hat　and　veil　were　in　the　cupboard　and　her　few　toilet　articles　on　the　shelf　in　the　bathroom。　He　soon　found　her　bag　and　knew　that　he　was　right　to　have　trusted　her。　It　was　under　the　bed　and　he　visualized　her　kicking　it　there　as　she　got　up　with　the　guns　trained　on　her。　He　emptied　it　out　on　the　bed　and　felt　the　lining。　Then　he　took　out　a　small　knife　and　carefully　cut　a　few　threads。　He　took　out　the　five　thousand　dollars　and　slipped　them　into　his　pocket…book。　They　would　be　safe　with　him。　If　she　was　killed　by　Mr。　Big；　he　would　spend　them　on　avenging　her。　He　covered　up　the　torn　lining　as　best　he　could；　replaced　the　other　contents　of　the　bag　and　kicked　it　back　under　the　bed。
　Then　he　went　up　to　the　office。
　It　was　eight　o'clock　by　the　time　the　routine　work　was　finished。　They　had　a　stiff　drink　together　and　then　went　to　the　central　dining…room；　where　the　handful　of　other　guests　were　just　finishing　their　dinner。　Everyone　looked　curiously　and　rather　fearfully　at　them。　What　were　these　two　rather　dangerous…looking　young　men　doing　in　this　place？　Where　was　the　woman　who　had　e　with　them？　Whose　wife　was　she？　What　had　all　those　goings　on　meant　that　evening？　Poor　Mrs。　Stuyvesant　running　about　looking　quite　distracted。　And　didn't　they　realize　that　dinner　was　at　seven　o'clock？　The　kitchen　staff　would　be　just　going　home。　Serve　them　right　if　their　food　was　quite　cold。　People　must　have　consideration　for　others。　Mrs。　Stuyvesant　had　said　she　thought　they　were　government　men；　from　Washington。　Well；　what　did　that　mean？
　The　consensus　of　opinion　was　that　they　were　bad　news　and　no　credit　to　the　carefully　restricted　clientele　of　The　Everglades。
　Bond　and　Leiter　were　shown　to　a　bad　table　near　the　service　door。　The　set　dinner　was　a　string　of　inflated　English　and　pidgin　French。　What　it　came　down　to　was　tomato　juice；　boiled　fish　with　a　white　sauce；　a　strip　of　frozen　turkey　with　a　dab　of　cranberry；　and　a　wedge　of　lemon　curd　surmounted　by　a　whorl　of　stiff　cream　substitute。　They　munched　it　down　gloomily　while　the　dining…room　emptied　of　its　oldster　couples　and　the　table　lights　went　out　one　by　one。　Fingerbowls；　in　which　floated　one　hibiscus　petal；　was　the　final　gracious　touch　to　their　meal。
　Bond　ate　silently　and　when　they　had　finished　Leiter　made　a　determined　effort　to　be　cheerful。
　'e　and　get　drunk；'　he　said。　'This　is　the　bad　end　to　a　worse　day。　Or　do　you　want　to　play　bingo　with　the　oldsters？　It　says　there's　a　bingo　tournament　in　the　〃romp　room〃　this　evening。'
　Bond　shrugged　his　shoulders　and　they　went　back　to　their　sitting…room　and　sat　gloomily　for　a　while；　drinking　and　staring　out　across　the　sand；　bonewhite　in　the　light　of　the　moon；　towards　the　endless　dark　sea。
　When　Bond　had　drunk　enough　to　drown　his　thoughts　he　said　good　night　and　went　off　to　Solitaire's　room；　which　he　had　now　taken　over　as　his　bedroom。　He　climbed　between　the　sheets　where　her　warm　body　had　lain　and；　before　he　slept；　he　had　made　up　his　mind。　He　would　go　after　The　Robber　as　soon　as　it　was　light　and　strangle　the　truth　out　of　him。　He　had　been　too　preoccupied　to　discuss　the　。case　with　Leiter　but　he　was　certain　that　The　Robber　must　have　had　a　big　hand　in　the　kidnapping　of　Solitaire。　He　thought　of　the　man's　little　cruel　eyes　and　the　pale　thin　lips。　Then　〃he　thought　of　the　scrawny　neck　rising　like　a　turtle's　out　of　the　dirty　sweat…shirt。　Under　the　bedclothes　the　muscles　of　his　arms　went　taut。　Then；　his　mind　made　up；　he　relaxed　his　body　into　sleep。
　He　slept　until　eight。　When　he　saw　the　time　on　his　watch　he　cursed。　He　quickly　took　a　shower；　holding　his　eyes　open　into　the　needles　of　water　until　they　smarted。　Then　he　put　a　towel　round　his　waist　and　went　into　Leiter's　room。　The　slats　of　the　jalousies　were　still　down　but　there　was　light　enough　to　see　that　neither　bed　had　been　slept　in。
　He　smiled；　thinking　that　Leiter　had　probably　finished　the　bottle　of　whisky　and　fallen　asleep　on　the　couch　in　the　living…room。　He　walked　through。　The　room　was　empty。　The　bottle　of　whisky；　still　half　full；　was　on　the　table　and　a　pile　of　cigarette　butts　overflowed　the　ash…tray。
　
　Bond　went　to　the　window；　pulled　up　the　jalousies　and　opened　it。　He　caught　a　glimpse　of　a　beautiful　clear　morning　before　he　turned　back　into　the　room。
　Then　he　saw　the　envelope。　It　was　on　a　chair　in　front　of　the　door　through　which　he　had　e。　He　picked　it　up。　It　contained　a　note　scribbled　in　pencil。
　
　Got　to　thinking　and　don't　feel　like　sleep。　It's　about　five　a。m。　Going　to　visit　the　worm…and…bait　store。　All　same　early　bird。　Odd　that　trick…shot　artist　was　sitting　there　while　S。　was　being　snatched。　As　if　he　knew　we　were　in　town　and　was　ready　for　trouble　in　case　the　snatch　went　wrong。　If　I'm　not　back　by　ten；　call　out　the　militia。　Tampa　88。　FELIX
　
　Bond　didn't　wait。　While　he　shaved　and　dressed　he　ordered　some　coffee　and　rolls　and　a　cab。　In　just　over　ten　minutes　he　had　got　them　all　and　had　scalded　himself　with　the　coffee。　He　was　leaving　the　cottage　when　he　heard　the　telephone　ring　in　the　living…room。　He　ran　back。
　'Mr。　Bryce？　Mound　Park　Hospital　speaking；'　said　a　voice。　'Emergency　ward。　Doctor　Roberts。　We　have　a　Mr。　Leiter　here　who's　asking　for　you。　Can　you　e　right　over？'