iam fleming.for your eyes only-第13节

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the　two　wakes　would　converge　just　at　the　next　tree…line。
　Bond　crawled　and　slithered　steadily　on；　stopping　only　to　wipe　the　sweat　and　dust　off　his　face　and；　from　time　to　time；　to　make　sure　that　he　was　on　course　for　the　maple。　But　when　he　was　close　enough　for　the　tree…line　to　hide　him　from　the　house；　perhaps　twenty　feet　from　the　maple；　he　stopped　and　lay　for　a　while；　massaging　his　knees　and　loosening　his　wrists　for　the　last　lap。
　He　had　heard　nothing　to　warn　him；　and　when　the　soft　threatening　whisper　came　from　only　feet　away　in　the　thick　grass　on　his　left；　his　head　swivelled　so　sharply　that　the　vertebrae　of　his　neck　made　a　cracking　sound。
　〃Move　an　inch　and　I'll　kill　you。〃　It　had　been　a　girl's　voice；　but　a　voice　that　fiercely　meant　what　it　said。
　Bond；　his　heart　thumping；　stared　up　the　shaft　of　the　steel　arrow　whose　blue…tempered　triangular　tip　parted　the　grass　stalks　perhaps　eighteen　inches　from　his　head。
　The　bow　was　held　sideways；　flat　in　the　grass。　The　knuckles　of　the　brown　fingers　that　held　the　binding　of　the　bow　below　the　arrow…tip　were　white。　Then　there　was　the　length　of　glinting　steel　and；　behind　the　metal　feathers；　partly　obscured　by　waving　strands　of　grass；　were　grimly　clamped　lips　below　two　fierce　grey　eyes　against　a　background　of　sunburned　skin　damp　with　sweat。　That　was　all　Bond　could　make　out　through　the　grass。　Who　the　hell　was　this？　One　of　the　guards？　Bond　gathered　saliva　back　into　his　dry　mouth　and　began　slowly　to　edge　his　right　hand；　his　out…of…sight　hand；　round　and　up　towards　his　waistband　and　his　gun。　He　said　softly：　〃Who　the　hell　are　you？〃
　The　arrow…tip　gestured　　threateningly。　〃Stop　that　right　hand　or　I'll　put　this　through　your　shoulder。　Are　you　one　of　the　guards？〃
　〃No。　Are　you？〃
　〃Don't　be　a　fool。　What　are　you　doing　here？〃　The　tension　in　the　voice　had　slackened；　but　it　was　still　hard；　suspicious。　There　was　a　trace　of　accent　…　what　was　it；　Scots？　Welsh？
　It　was　time　to　get　to　level　terms。　There　was　something　particularly　deadly　about　the　blue　arrow…tip。　Bond　said　easily：　〃Put　away　your　bow　and　arrow；　Robina。　Then　I'll　tell　you。〃
　〃You　swear　not　to　go　for　your　gun？〃
　〃All　right。　But　for　God's　sake　let's　get　out　of　the　middle　of　this　field。〃　Without　waiting；　Bond　rose　on　hands　and　knees　and　started　to　crawl　again。　Now　he　must　get　the　initiative　and　hold　it。　Whoever　this　damned　girl　was；　she　would　have　to　be　disposed　of　quickly　and　discreetly　before　the　shooting　match　began。　God；　as　if　there　wasn't　enough　to　think　of　already！
　Bond　reached　the　trunk　of　the　tree。　He　got　carefully　to　his　feet　and　took　a　quick　look　through　the　blazing　leaves。　Most　of　the　blinds　had　gone　up。　Two　slow…moving　coloured　maids　were　laying　a　large　breakfast　table　on　the　patio。　He　had　been　right。　The　field　of　vision　over　the　tops　of　the　trees　that　now　fell　sharply　to　the　lake　was　perfect。　Bond　unslung　his　rifle　and　knapsack　and　sat　down　with　his　back　against　the　trunk　of　the　tree。　The　girl　came　out　of　the　edge　of　the　grass　and　stood　up　under　the　maple。　She　kept　her　distance。　The　arrow　was　still　held　in　the　bow　but　the　bow　was　unpulled。　They　looked　warily　at　each　other。
　The　girl　looked　like　a　beautiful　unkempt　dryad　in　ragged　shirt　and　trousers。　The　shirt　and　trousers　were　olive　green；　crumpled　and　splashed　with　mud　and　stains　and　torn　in　places；　and　she　had　bound　her　pale　blonde　hair　with　golden…rod　to　conceal　its　brightness　for　her　crawl　through　the　meadow。　The　beauty　of　her　face　was　wild　and　rather　animal；　with　a　wide　sensuous　mouth；　high　cheekbones　and　silvery　grey；　disdainful　eyes。　There　was　the　blood　of　scratches　on　her　forearms　and　down　one　cheek；　and　a　bruise　had　puffed　and　slightly　blackened　the　same　cheekbone。　The　metal　feathers　of　a　quiver　full　of　arrows　showed　above　her　left　shoulder。　Apart　from　the　bow；　she　carried　nothing　but　a　hunting　knife　at　her　belt　and；　at　her　other　hip；　a　small　brown　canvas　bag　that　presumably　carried　her　food。　She　looked　like　a　beautiful；　dangerous　customer　who　knew　wild　country　and　forests　and　was　not　afraid　of　them。　She　would　walk　alone　through　life　and　have　little　use　for　civilisation。
　Bond　thought　she　was　wonderful。　He　smiled　at　her。　He　said　softly；　reassuringly：　〃I　suppose　you're　Robina　Hood。　My　name's　James　Bond。〃　He　reached　for　his　flask　and　unscrewed　the　top　and　held　it　out。　〃Sit　down　and　have　a　drink　of　this　…　firewater　and　coffee。　And　I've　got　some　biltong。　Or　do　you　live　on　dew　and　berries？〃
　She　came　a　little　closer　and　sat　down　a　yard　from　him。　She　sat　like　a　Red　Indian；　her　knees　splayed　wide　and　her　ankles　tucked　up　high　under　her　thighs。　She　reached　for　the　flask　and　drank　deeply　with　her　head　thrown　back。　She　handed　it　back　without　ment。　She　did　not　smile。　She　said　〃Thanks〃　grudgingly；　and　took　her　arrow　and　thrust　it　over　her　back　to　join　the　others　in　the　quiver。　She　said；　watching　him　closely：　〃I　suppose　you're　a　poacher。　The　deer…hunting　season　doesn't　open　for　another　three　weeks。　But　you　won't　find　any　deer　down　here。　They　only　e　so　low　at　night。　You　ought　to　be　higher　up　during　the　day；　much　higher。　If　you　like；　I'll　tell　you　where　there　are　some。　Quite　a　big　herd。　It's　a　bit　late　in　the　day；　but　you　could　still　get　to　them。　They're　up…wind　from　here　and　you　seem　to　know　about　stalking。　You　don't　make　much　noise。〃
　〃Is　that　what　you're　doing　here　…　hunting？　Let's　see　your　licence。〃
　Her　shirt　had　buttoned…down　breast　pockets。　Without　protest　she　took　out　from　one　of　them　the　white　paper　and　handed　it　over。
　The　licence　had　been　issued　in　Bennington；　Vermont。　It　had　been　issued　in　the　name　of　Judy　Havelock。　There　was　a　list　of　types　of　permit。　'Non…resident　hunting'　and　'Non…resident　bow　and　arrow'　had　been　ticked。　The　cost　had　been　18。50；　payable　to　the　Fish　and　Game　Service；　Montpelier；　Vermont。　Judy　Havelock　had　given　her　age　as　twenty…five　and　her　place　of　birth　as　Jamaica。
　Bond　thought：　'God　Almighty！'　He　handed　the　paper　back。　So　that　was　the　score！　He　said　with　sympathy　and　respect：　〃You're　quite　a　girl；　Judy。　It's　a　long　walk　from　Jamaica。　And　you　were　going　to　take　him　on　with　your　bow　and　arrow。　You　know　what　they　say　in　China：　'Before　you　set　out　on　revenge；　dig　two　graves。'　Have　you　done　that；　or　did　you　expect　to　get　away　with　it？〃
　The　girl　was　staring　at　him。　〃Who　are　you？　What　are　you　doing　here？　What　do　you　know　about　it？〃
　Bond　reflected。　There　was　only　one　way　out　of　this　mess　and　that　was　to　join　forces　with　the　girl。　What　a　hell　of　a　business！　He　said　resignedly：　〃I've　told　you　my　name。　I've　been　sent　out　from　London　by；　er；　Scotland　Yard。　I　know　all　about　your　troubles　and　I've　e　out　here　to　pay　off　some　of　the　score　and　see　you're　not　bothered　by　these　people。　In　London　we　think　that　the　man　in　that　house　might　start　putting　pressure　on　you；　about　your　property；　and　there's　no　other　way　of　stopping　him。〃
　The　girl　said　bitterly：　〃I　had　a　favourite　pony；　a　Palomino。　Three　weeks　ago　they　poisoned　it。　Then　they　shot　my　Alsatian。　I'd　raised　it　from　a　puppy。　Then　came　a　letter。　It　said；　'Death　has　many　hands。　One　of　these　hands　is　now　raised　over　you。'　I　was　to　put　a　notice　in　the　paper；　in　the　personal　column；　on　a　particular　day。　I　was　just　to　say；　'I　will　obey。　Judy。'　I　went　to　the　police。　All　they　did　was　to　offer　me　protection。　It　was　people　in　Cuba；　they　thought。　There　was　nothing　else　they　could　do　about　it。　So　I　went　to　Cuba　and　stayed　in　the　best　hotel　and　gambled　big　in　the　casinos。〃　She　gave　a　little　smile。　〃I　wasn't　dressed　like　this。　I　wore　my　best　dresses　and　the　family　jewels。　And　people　made　up　to　me。　I　was　nice　to　them。　I　had　to　be。　And　all　the　while　I　asked　questions。　I　pretended　I　was　out　for　thrills　…　that　I　wanted　to　see　the　underworld　and　some　real　gangsters；　and　so　on。　And　in　the　end　I　found　out　about　this　man。〃　She　gestured　down　towards　the　house。　〃He　had　left　Cuba。　Batista　had　found　out　about　him　or　something。　And　he　had　a　lot　of　enemies。　I　was　told　plenty　about　him　and　in　the　end　I　met　a　man；　a　sort　of　high…up　policeman；　who　told　me　the　rest　after　I　had；〃　she　hesitated　and　avoided　Bond's　eyes；　〃after　I　had　made　up　to　him。〃　She　paused。　She　went　on：　〃I　left　and　went　to　America。　I　had　read　somewhere　about　Pinkerton's；　the　detective　people。　I　went　to　them　and　paid　to　have　them　find　this　man's　address。〃　She　turned　her　hands　palm　upwards　on　her　lap。　Now　her　eyes　were　defiant。　〃That's　all。〃
　〃How　did　you　get　here？〃
　〃I　flew　up　to　Bennington。　Then　I　walked。　Four　days。　Up　through　the　Green　Mountains。　I　kept　out　of　the　way　of　people。　I'm　used　to　this　sort　of　thing。　Our　house　is　in　the　mountains　in　Jamaica。　They're　much　more　difficult　than　these。　And　there　are　more　people；　peasants；　about　in　them。　Here　no　one　ever　seems　to　walk。　They　go　by　car。〃
　〃And　what　were　you　going　to　do　then？〃
　〃I'm　going　to　shoot　von　Hammerstein　and　walk　back　to　Bennington。〃　The　voice　was　as　casual　as　if　she　had　said　she　was　going　to　pick　a　wild　flower。
　From　down　in　the　valley　came　the　sound　of　voices。　Bond　got　to　his　feet　and　took　a　quick　look　through　the　branches。　Three　men　and　two　girls　had　e　on　to　the　patio。　There　was　talk　and　laughter　as　they　pulled　out　chairs　and　sat　down　at　the　table。　One　place　was　left　empty　at　the　head　of　the　table　between　the　two　girls。　Bond　took　out　his　telescopic　sight　and　looked　through　it。　The