if.goldfinger-第51节

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rofile　he　could　see　reflected　in　the　Perspex　oblong　of　the　window　of　the　seat　in　front；　but　Oddjob　sat　stolidly　under　the　reading　light　he　had　prudently　kept　burning；　his　eyes　staring　at　the　ceiling；　his　mouth　slightly　open　and　his　hands　held　ready　and　relaxed　on　the　arms　of　his　chair。
　One　hour；　two　hours。　Bond　began　to　snore；　rhythmically；　drowsily；　he　hoped　hypnotically。　Now　Oddjob's　hands　had　moved　to　his　lap。　The　head　nodded　once　and　pulled　itself　up；　shifted　to　get　more　fortable；　turned　away　from　the　piercing　eye　of　light　in　the　wall；　rested　on　its　left　cheek　away　from　the　window！
　Bond　kept　his　snores　exactly　even。　Getting　under　the　Korean's　guard　would　be　as　difficult　as　getting　past　a　hungry　mastiff。　Slowly；　inch　by　inch；　he　crouched　forward　on　the　balls　of　his　feet　and　reached　with　his　knife　hand　between　the　wall　and　Oddjob's　seat。　Now　his　hand　was　there。　Now　the　needle…sharp　tip　of　the　dagger　was　aimed　at　the　centre　of　the　square　inch　of　Perspex　he　had　chosen。　Bond　grasped　the　end　of　his　seat　belt　tightly　in　his　hand；　drew　the　knife　back　two　inches　and　lunged。
　Bond　had　had　no　idea　what　would　happen　when　he　cut　through　the　window。　All　he　knew　from　the　Press　reports　of　the　Persian　case　was　that　the　suction　out　of　the　pressurized　cabin　had　whirled　the　passenger　next　to　the　window　out　through　the　window　and　into　space。　Now；　as　he　whipped　back　his　dagger；　there　was　a　fantastic　howl；　almost　a　scream　of　air；　and　Bond　was　sucked　violently　against　the　back　of　Oddjob's　seat　with　a　force　that　tore　the　end　of　the　seat　belt　from　his　hand。　Over　the　back　of　the　seat　he　witnessed　a　miracle。　Oddjob's　body　seemed　to　elongate　towards　the　howling　black　aperture。　There　was　a　crash　as　his　head　went　through　and　his　shoulders　hit　the　frame。　Then；　as　if　the　Korean's　body　was　toothpaste；　it　was　slowly；　foot　by　foot；　sucked　with　a　terrible　whistling　noise　through　the　aperture。　Now　Oddjob　was　out　to　his　waist。　Now　the　huge　buttocks　stuck　and　the　human　paste　moved　only　inch　by　inch。　Then；　with　a　loud　boom；　the　buttocks　got　through　and　the　legs　disappeared　as　if　shot　from　a　gun。
　After　that　came　the　end　of　the　world。　With　an　appalling　crash　of　crockery　from　the　galley；　the　huge　plane　stood　on　its　nose　and　dived。　The　last　thing　Bond　knew　before　he　blacked　out　was　the　high　scream　of　the　engines　through　the　open　window　and　a　fleeting　vision　of　pillows　and　rugs　whipping　out　into　space　past　his　eyes。　Then；　with　a　final　desperate　embrace　of　the　seat　in　front；　Bond's　oxygen…starved　body　collapsed　in　a　sear　of　lung　pain。
　The　next　thing　Bond　felt　was　a　hard　kick　in　the　ribs。　There　was　a　taste　of　blood　in　his　mouth。　He　groaned。　Again　the　foot　smashed　into　his　body。　Painfully　he　dragged　himself　to　his　knees　between　the　seats　and　looked　up　through　a　red　film。　All　the　lights　were　on。　There　was　a　thin　mist　in　the　cabin。　The　sharp　depressurization　had　brought　the　air　in　the　cabin　down　below　the　dew…point。　The　roar　of　the　engines　through　the　open　window　was　gigantic。　An　icy　wind　seared　him。　Goldfinger　stood　over　him；　his　face　fiendish　under　the　yellow　light。　There　was　a　small　automatic　dead　steady　in　his　hand。　Goldfinger　reached　back　his　foot　and　kicked　again。　Bond　lit　with　a　blast　of　hot　rage。　He　caught　the　foot　and　twisted　it　sharply；　almost　breaking　the　ankle。　There　came　a　scream　from　Goldfinger　and　a　crash　that　shook　the　plane。　Bond　leapt　for　the　aisle　and　threw　himself　sideways　and　down　on　to　the　heap　of　body。　There　was　an　explosion　that　burned　the　side　of　his　face。　But　then　his　knee　thudded　into　Goldfinger's　groin　and　his　left　hand　was　over　the　gun。
　For　the　first　time　in　his　life；　Bond　went　berserk。　With　his　fists　and　knees　he　pounded　the　struggling　body　while　again　and　again　he　crashed　his　forehead　down　on　to　the　glistening　face。　The　gun　came　quavering　towards　him　again。　Almost　indifferently　Bond　slashed　sideways　with　the　edge　of　his　hand　and　heard　the　clatter　of　metal　among　the　seats。　Now　Goldfinger's　hands　were　at　his　throat　and　Bond's　at　Gold…finger's。　Down；　down　went　Bond's　thumbs　into　the　arteries。　He　threw　all　his　weight　forward；　gasping　for　breath。　Would　he　black　out　before　the　other　man　died？　Would　he？　Could　he　stand　the　pressure　of　Goldfinger's　strong　hands？　The　glistening　moon…face　was　changing。　Deep　purple　showed　through　the　tan。　The　eyes　began　to　nicker　up。　The　pressure　of　the　hands　on　Bond's　throat　slackened。　The　hands　fell　away。　Now　the　tongue　came　out　and　lolled　from　the　open　mouth　and　there　came　a　terrible　gargling　from　deep　in　the　lungs。　Bond　sat　astride　the　silent　chest　and　slowly；　one　by　one；　unhinged　his　rigid　fingers。
　Bond　gave　a　deep　sigh　and　knelt　and　then　stood　slowly　up。　Dazedly　he　looked　up　and　down　the　lighted　plane。　By　the　galley；　Pussy　Galore　lay　strapped　in　her　seat　like　a　heap　of　washing。　Farther　down；　in　the　middle　of　the　aisle；　the　guard　lay　spreadeagled；　one　arm　and　the　head　at　ridiculous　angles。　Without　a　belt　to　hold　him　when　the　plane　dived；　he　must　have　been　tossed　at　the　roof　like　a　rag　doll。
　Bond　brushed　his　hands　over　his　face。　Now　he　felt　the　burns　on　his　palm　and　cheeks。　Wearily　he　went　down　on　his　knees　again　and　searched　for　the　little　gun。　It　was　a　Colt　…25　automatic。　He　flicked　out　the　magazine。　Three　rounds　left　and　one　in　the　chamber。　Bond　half　walked；　half　felt　his　way　down　the　aisle　to　where　the　girl　lay。　He　unbuttoned　her　jacket　and　put　his　hand　against　her　warm　breast。　The　heart　fluttered　like　a　pigeon　under　his　palm。　He　undid　the　seat　belt　and　got　the　girl　face　down　on　the　floor　and　knelt　astride　her。　For　five　minutes　he　pumped　rhythmically　at　her　lungs。　When　she　began　to　moan；　he　got　up　and　left　her　and　went　on　down　the　aisle　and　took　a　fully　loaded　Luger　out　of　the　dead　guard's　shoulder　holster。　On　the　way　back　past　the　shambles　of　the　galley　he　saw　an　unbroken　bottle　of　bourbon　rolling　gently　to　and　fro　among　the　wreckage。　He　picked　it　up　and　pulled　the　cork　and　tilted　it　into　his　open　mouth。　The　liquor　burned　like　disinfectant。　He　put　the　cork　back　and　went　forward。　He　stopped　for　a　minute　outside　the　cockpit　door；　thinking。　Then；　with　a　gun　in　each　hand；　he　knocked　the　lever　down　and　went　through。
　The　five　faces；　blue　in　the　instrument　lights；　turned　towards　him。　The　mouths　made　black　holes　and　the　eyes　glinted　white。　Here　the　roar　of　the　engines　was　less。　There　was　a　smell　of　fright…sweat　and　cigarette　smoke。　Bond　stood　with　his　legs　braced；　the　guns　held　unwavering。　He　said；　'Goldfinger's　dead。　If　anyone　moves　or　disobeys　an　order　I　shall　kill　him。　Pilot；　what's　your　position；　course；　height　and　speed？'
　The　pilot　swallowed。　He　had　to　gather　saliva　before　he　could　speak。　He　said；　'Sir；　we　are　about　five　hundred　miles　east　of　Goose　Bay。　Mr　Goldfinger　said　we　would　ditch　the*　plane　as　near　the　coast　north　of　there　as　we　could　get。　We　were　to　reassemble　at　Montreal　and　Mr　Goldfinger　said　we　would　e　back　and　salvage　the　gold。　Our　ground　speed　is　two　hundred　and　fifty　miles　per　hour　and　our　height　two　thousand。'
　'How　much　flying　can　you　do　at　that　altitude？　You　must　be　using　up　fuel　pretty　fast。'
　'Yes；　sir。　I　estimate　that　we　have　about　two　hours　left　at　this　height　and　speed。'
　'Get　me　a　time　signal。'
　The　navigator　answered　quickly；　'Just　had　one　from　Washington；　sir。　Five　minutes　to　five　am。　Dawn　at　this　level　will　be　in　about　an　hour。'
　'Where　is　Weathership　Charlie？'
　'About　three　hundred　miles　to　the　north…east；　sir。'
　'Pilot；　do　you　think　you　can　make　Goose　Bay？'
　'No；　sir；　by　about　a　hundred　miles。　We　can　only　make　the　coast　north　of　there。'
　'Right。　Alter　course　for　Weathership　Charlie。　Operator；　call　them　up　and　give　me　the　mike。'
　'Yes；　sir。'
　While　the　plane　executed　a　wide　curve；　Bond　listened　to　the　static　and　broken　snatches　of　voice　that　sounded　from　the　amplifier　above　his　head。
　The　operator's　voice　came　softly　to　him；　'Ocean　Station
　Charlie。　This　is　Speedbird　510。　G…ALGY　calling　C　for　Charlie；　G…ALGY　calling　Charlie；　G…ALGY。。。'
　A　sharp　voice　broke　in。　'G…ALGY　give　your　position。　G…ALGY　give　your　position。　This　is　Gander　Control。　Emergency。　G…ALGY。。。'
　London　came　over　faintly。　An　excited　voice　began　chattering。　Now　voices　were　ing　at　them　from　all　directions。　Bond　could　imagine　the　fix　being　quickly　co…ordinated　at　all　flying　control　stations；　the　busy　men　under　the　arcs　working　on　the　big　plot；　telephones　being　lifted；　urgent　voices　talking　to　each　other　across　the　world。　The　strong　signal　of　Gander　Control　smothered　all　other　transmissions。　'We've　located　G…ALGY。　We've　got　them　at　about　50　N　by　70　E。　All　stations　stop　transmitting。　Priority。　I　repeat；　we　have　a　fix　on　G…ALGY。。。'
　Suddenly　the　quiet　voice　of　C　for　Charlie　came　in。　'This　is　Ocean　Station　Charlie　calling　Speedbird　510。　Charlie　calling　G…ALGY。　Can　you　hear　me？　e　in　Speedbird　510。'
　Bond　slipped　the　small　gun　into　his　pocket　and　took　the　offered　microphone。　He　pressed　the　transmitter　switch　and　talked　quietly　into　it；　watching　the　crew　over　the　oblong　of　plastic。
　'C　for　Charlie　this　is　G…ALGY　Speedbird　hi…jacked　last　evening　at　Idlewild。　I　have　killed　the　man　responsible　and　partly　disabled　the　plane　by　depressurizing　the　cabin。　I　have　the　crew　at　gunpoint。　Not　enough　fuel　to　make　Goose　so　propose　to　ditch　as　close　to　you　as　possible。　Please　put　put　line　of　flare