if.goldfinger-第34节

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　Bond　turned　his　head　to　the　right。　A　few　feet　away　stood　the　Korean。　He　still　wore　his　bowler　hat　but　now　he　was　stripped　to　the　waist。　The　yellow　skin　of　his　huge　torso　glinted　with　sweat。　There　was　no　hair　on　it。　The　flat　pectoral　muscles　were　as　broad　as　dinner　plates　and　the　stomach　was　concave　below　the　great　arch　of　the　ribs。　The　biceps　and　forearms；　also　hairless；　were　as　thick　as　thighs。　The　ten…minutes…to…two　oil　slicks　of　the　eyes　looked　pleased；　greedy。　The　mouthful　of　blackish　teeth　formed　an　oblong　grin　of　anticipation。
　Bond　raised　his　head。　The　quick　look　round　hurt。　They　were　in　one　of　the　factory　workrooms。　White　light　blazed　round　the　iron　doors　of　two　electric　furnaces。　There　were　bluish　sheets　of　metal　stacked　in　wooden　frames。　From　somewhere　came　the　whir　of　a　generator。　There　was　a　distant；　muffled　sound　of　hammering；　and；　behind　the　sound；　the　faraway　iron　pant　of　the　power　plant。
　Bond　glanced　down　the　table　on　which　he　lay　spread…eagled。　He　let　his　head　fall　back　with　a　sigh。　There　was　a　narrow　slit　down　the　centre　of　the　polished　steel　table。　At　the　far　end　of　the　slit；　like　a　foresight　framed　in　the　vee　of　his　parted　feet；　were　the　glinting　teeth　of　a　circular　saw。
　Bond　lay　and　stared　up　at　the　little　message　on　the　lamp　bulb。　Goldfinger　began　to　speak　in　a　relaxed　conversational　voice。　Bond　pulled　the　curtains　tight　across　the　ghastly　peep…show　of　his　imagination　and　listened。
　'Mr　Bond；　the　word　〃pain〃　es　from　the　Latin　poena　meaning　〃penalty〃　…　that　which　must　be　paid。　You　must　now　pay　for　the　inquisitiveness　which　your　attack　upon　me　proves；　as　I　suspected；　to　be　inimical。　Curiosity；　as　they　say；　killed　the　cat。　This　time　it　will　have　to　kill　two　cats；　for　I　fear　I　must　also　count　this　girl　an　enemy。　She　tells　me　she　is　staying　at　the　Bergues。　One　telephone　call　proved　that　to　be　false。　Oddjob　was　sent　to　where　you　were　both　hidden　and　recovered　her　rifle　and　also　a　ring　which　it　happens　that　I　recognize。　Under　hypnotism　the　rest　came　out。　This　girl　came　here　to　kill　me。　Perhaps　you　did　too。　You　have　both　failed。　Now　must　e　the　poena。　Mr　Bond'　…　the　voice　was　weary；　bored　…　'I　have　had　many　enemies　in　my　time。　I　am　very　successful　and　immensely　rich；　and　riches；　if　I　may　inflict　another　of　my　aphorisms　upon　you；　may　not　make　you　friends　but　they　greatly　increase　the　class　and　variety　of　your　enemies。'
　'That's　very　neatly　put。'
　Goldfinger　ignored　the　interruption。　'If　you　were　a　free　man；　with　your　talent　for　inquiry；　you　would　be　able　to　find　round　the　world　the　relics　of　those　who　have　wished　me　ill；　or　who　have　tried　to　thwart　me。　There　have；　as　I　said；　been　many　of　these　people　and　you　would　find；　Mr　Bond；　that　their　remains　resemble　those　of　hedgehogs　squashed　upon　the　roads　in　summertime。'
　'Very　poetic　simile。'
　'By　chance；　Mr　Bond。　I　am　a　poet　in　deeds　…　not　often　in　words。　I　am　Concerned　to　arrange　my　actions　in　appropriate　and　effective　patterns。　But　that　is　by　the　way。　I　wish　to　convey　to　you　that　it　was　a　most　evil　day　for　you　when　you　first　crossed　my　path　and；　admittedly　in　a　very　minor　fashion；　thwarted　a　minuscule　project　upon　which　I　was　engaged。　On　that　occasion　it　was　someone　else　who　suffered　the　poena　that　should　have　been　meted　out　to　you。　An　eye　was　taken　for　the　eye；　but　it　was　not　yours。　You　were　lucky　and；　if　you　had　then　found　an　oracle　to　consult；　the　oracle　would　have　said　to　you；　〃Mr　Bond；　you　have　been　fortunate。　Keep　away　from　Mr　Auric　Goldfinger。　He　is　a　most　powerful　man。　If　Mr　Goldfinger　wanted　to　crush　you；　he　would　only　have　to　turn　over　in　his　sleep　to　do　so。〃'
　'You　express　yourself　most　vividly。'　Bond　turned　his　head。　The　great　brown　and　orange　football　of　a　head　was　bent　slightly　forward。　The　round　moon…face　was　bland；　indifferent。　Casually；　one　hand　reached　out　to　the　control　panel　and　pressed　down　a　switch。　There　came　a　slow　metallic　growl　from　the　end　of　the　table　on　which　Bond　lay。　It　curved　quickly　up　to　a　harsh　whine　and　then　to　a　shrill　high　whistle　that　was　barely　audible。　Bond　turned　his　head　wearily　away。　How　soon　could　he　manage　to　die？　Was　there　any　way　he　could　hasten　death？　A　friend　of　his　had　survived　the　Gestapo。　He　had　described　to　Bond　how　he　had　tried　to　mit　suicide　by　holding　his　breath。　By　superhuman　will…power；　after　a　few　minutes　without　breathing；　unconsciousness　had　e。　But；　with　the　blackout　of　the　senses；　will　and　intention　had　also　left　the　body。　At　once　reason　was　forgotten。　The　body's　instinct　to　live　manned　the　pumps　and　got　breath　back　into　the　body　again。　But　Bond　could　try　it。　There　was　nothing　else　to　help　him　through　the　pain　barrier　before　the　blessing　of　death。　For　death　was　the　only　exit。　He　knew　he　could　never　squeal　to　Goldfinger　and　live　with　himself　again　…　even　in　the　unlikely　event　that　Goldfinger　could　be　bought　off　with　the　truth。　No；　he　must　stick　to　his　thin　story　and　hope　that　the　others　who　would　now　follow　him　on　Gold…finger's　trail　would　have　better　luck。　Who　would　M　choose？　Probably　008；　the　second　killer　in　the　small　section　of　three。　He　was　a　good　man；　more　careful　than　Bond。　M　would　know　that　Goldfinger　had　killed　Bond　and　he　would　give　008　licence　to　kill　in　return。　258　in　Geneva　would　put　him　on　to　the　scent　that　would　end　with　Bond's　inquiry　about　the　Entre…prises　Auric。　Yes；　fate　would　catch　up　with　Goldfinger　if　Bond　could　only　keep　his　mouth　shut。　If　he　gave　the　least　clue　away；　Goldfinger　would　escape。　That　was　unthinkable。
　'Now　then；　Mr　Bond；'　Goldfinger's　voice　was　brisk。　'Enough　of　these　amiabilities。　Sing；　as　my　Chicago　friends　put　it；　and　you　will　die　quickly　and　painlessly。　The　girl　also。　Sing　not；　and　your　death　will　be　one　long　scream。　The　girl　I　shall　then　give　to　Oddjob；　as　I　did　that　cat；　for　supper。　Which　is　it　to　be？'
　Bond　said；　'Don't　be　a　fool；　Goldfinger。　I　told　my　friends　at　Universal　where　I　was　going　and　why。　The　girl's　parents　know　that　she　went　with　me。　I　made　inquiries　about　this　factory　of　yours　before　we　came　here。　We　shall　be　traced　here　very　easily。　Universal　is　powerful。　You　will　have　the　police　after　you　within　days　of　our　disappearance。　I　will　make　a　deal　with　you。　Let　us　go　and　nothing　more　will　be　heard　of　the　matter。　I　will　vouch　for　the　girl。　You　are　making　a　stupid　mistake。　We　are　two　perfectly　innocent　people。'
　Goldfinger　said　in　a　bored　voice；　'I'm　afraid　you　don't　understand；　Mr　Bond。　Whatever　you　have　managed　to　find　out　about　me；　which　I　suspect　is　very　little；　can　only　be　a　grain　of　the　truth。　I　am　engaged　upon　gigantic　enterprises。　To　take　the　gamble　of　letting　either　of　you　leave　here　alive　would　be　quite　ludicrous。　It　is　out　of　the　question。　As　for　my　being　bothered　by　the　police；　I　shall　be　delighted　to　receive　them　if　they　e。　Those　of　my　Koreans　who　can　speak　won't　do　so　…　nor　will　the　mouths　of　my　electric　furnaces　which　will　have　vaporized　you　both　and　all　your　belongings　at　two　thousand　degrees　Centigrade。　No；　Mr　Bond；　make　your　choice。　Perhaps　I　can　encourage　you'　…　there　came　the　noise　of　a　lever　moving　across　iron　teeth。　'The　saw　is　now　approaching　your　body　at　about　an　inch　every　minute。　Meanwhile；'　he　glanced　at　Odd　job　and　held　up　one　finger；　'a　little　massage　from　Oddjob。　To　begin　with；　only　grade　one。　Grades　two　and　three　are　still　more　persuasive。'
　Bond　closed　his　eyes。　The　sickly　zoo…smell　of　Oddjob　enveloped　him。　Big；　rasping　fingers　set　to　work　on　him　carefully；　delicately。　A　pressure　here；　bined　with　a　pressure　there；　a　sudden　squeeze；　a　pause；　and　then　a　quick；　sharp　blow。　Always　the　hard　hands　were　surgically　accurate。　Bond　ground　his　teeth　until　he　thought　they　would　break。　The　sweat　of　pain　began　to　form　pools　in　the　sockets　of　his　closed　eyes。　The　shrill　whine　of　the　saw　was　getting　louder。　It　reminded　Bond　of　the　sawdust…scented　sounds　of　long　ago　summer　evenings　at　home　in　England。　Home？　This　was　his　home；　this　cocoon　of　danger　he　had　chosen　to　live　in。　And　here　he　would　be　buried　'in　some　corner　of　a　foreign　blast　furnace　that　is　for　ever　two　thousand　degrees　Centigrade'。　God　rest　ye　merry　gentlemen　of　the　Secret　Service！　What　should　he　give　himself　as　an　epitaph？　What　should　be　his　'famous　last　words'？　That　you　have　no　choice　about　your　birth；　but　you　can　choose　the　way　you　die？　Yes；　it　would　look　well　on　a　tombstone　…　not　Savoir　vivre　but　Savoir　mourir。
　'Mr　Bond。'　Goldfinger's　voice　held　an　ounce　of　urgency。　'Is　this　really　necessary？　Just　tell　me　the　truth。　Who　are　you？　Who　sent　you　here？　What　do　you　know？　Then　it　will　be　so　easy。　You　shall　both　have　a　pill。　There　will　be　no　pain。　It　will　be　like　taking　a　sleeping　draught。　Otherwise　it　will　be　so　messy　…　so　messy　and　distressing。　And　are　you　being　fair　to　the　girl？　Is　this　the　behaviour　of　an　English　gentleman？'
　Oddjob's　torment　had　stopped。　Bond　turned　his　head　slowly　towards　the　voice　and　opened　his　eyes。　He　said；　'Goldfinger；　there　is　nothing　more　to　tell　because　there　is　nothing。　If　you　will　not　accept　my　first　bargain　I　will　make　you　another。　The　girl　and　I　will　work　for　you。　How　about　that？　We　are　capable　people。　You　could　put　us　to　good　use。'
　'And　get　a　knife；　two　knives　in　my　back？　Thank　you　no；　Mr　Bond。'
　Bond　decided　it　was　time　to　stop　talking。　It　was　time　to　start　winding　up　the　mainspring　of　will…power　that　must　not　run　down　aga