as fast as possible。 The thought of the girl slowly stripping； singing to herself was highly erotic in his heightened state of mind； bringing the picture of Percy Proud to him quickly； as though she were very close。 A trick of the subconscious he decided； closing the Bentley's door as quietly as its weight allowed and locking the car。
The interior lights remained on for a few seconds； then the garage was once more consigned to darkness。 He turned； to head back to the Mercedes； when a sharp double metallic click brought him to a halt。
There was an old game … remembered from his training back in the Second World War … which they still played in the school。 You sat in darkness while tapes of noises were run。 The object was to identify each noise。
Often they ran the distinctive cocking action of an automatic pistol with the sounds of door handles； toys； even metal snap fastenings。 The sharp double click which he heard now came from the far side of the Mercedes； and Bond would know it anywhere。 It was that of an automatic pistol being cocked。
He had the ASP in his hand again； like a master conjurer producing a wand from midair。 But as the gun came up； a spotlight flashed on and a very familiar voice spoke softly。
〃Put that nasty thing away； dear。 It's not really worth it； and neither of us wants to get hurt； do we？〃 … 1（3EPOC BOND COULD SEE him quite clearly； outlined against the lighter colouring of the wall。 In a fraction of a second； his brain and body calculated the situation and made a decision。
Normally； with all his training； and the long built…in reflexes； Bond would have taken him out with one shot； probably straight from the hip。 But several factors were weighed in an instant and stayed his hand。
The voice was not aggressive； indicating room for negotiation； the words had been plain； simple and to the point … 。 。 。 neither of us wants to get hurt； do we？〃 More important； there was no silencer fitted to the ASP。 A shot from either side would bring Holy's people into the garage。 Bond reckoned that Peter was as anxious as he was himself to keep the wolves at bay。
〃Okay； Peter。 What's the score？〃 As Peter Amadeus came closer； Bond sensed more than saw that the small pistol； just visible； held away from the body； was waving around like a tree in a gale。 The precise little man was clearly very nervous。
〃The score； Mr。 Bond； is that I want out。 And as far away from here as possible。 I gathered from your conversation that you're thinking of going as well。〃
〃I'm going when I'm told … by your boss。
Does he know you're out； by the way？〃
〃If the gods happen to be on my side； nobody will notice。 If the hue and cry is raised； I just pray they won't e looking here。〃
〃Peter； you won't get out at all unless I go back the way I came pretty damned quickly。 Wouldn't it be better for you to stay put？〃 The pistol sagged in Amadeus's hand； and his voice edged one more note towards hysteria。 〃I can't； Bond！ I can't do it。 The place； those people … particularly Finnes … terrify me。 I just can't stay in the house any longer！〃
〃Right；' said Bond soothingly； hoping the young man's voice would not rise too high。 〃If we can think of a way； would you help？ Give evidence if necessary？〃
〃I've got the best evidence in the world；' he said in a calmer voice。 〃I've seen the Balloon Game run。 I know what it's about； and that's enough to terrify any large size policeman； let alone me。〃
〃What's in it？ Tell me。〃
〃It's my only ace。 You get me out and I'll give any help you might need。 Is that a deal？〃
〃I can't promise。〃 Bond was acutely aware that time was slipping by。 Cindy would not be able to distract the two guards much longer。
He told Peter to put the gun away。 〃If they're letting me out to do a bit of their dirty work； it's pretty certain they'll go through the Bentley with the finest of toothbs。 You've also got to realise that your absence puts a lot of people at risk。〃
〃I know； but。 。
〃Okay； it's 〃~ri；' now。 Listen； and listen carefully As quickly as he could； Bond told Amadeus the best way to hide under the other cars in the garage。 Then he pressed the keys into the young man's hand。 〃You use these only after they've played around with the Bentley。
It's a risk。 Anything could happen； and I haven't any assurance they'll let me go in my own car。 One other thing。 If you're found here； you get no help。 I pletely deny having anything to do with you。 Right？〃 Bond told Amadeus he should hide in the boot after the car had been examined … 〃For all I know they'll send one of their people with me； armed to the teeth。〃 Then Bond gave him a final instruction should all else fail； or if Bond himself were prevented from going。 He patted the little programmer's shoulder； wishing him luck； then climbed back on to the roof of the Mercedes and hauled himself up through the skylight。
Lying on the flat roof in the chill night air； pressed hard against the lead； he realised that Cindy had exhausted her repertoire。
The guards were very close； just below the garage roof。 He could hear them mutterIng； menting on what they had seen： all the usual soldiers' innuendoes。
He lay tense； listening； for about five minutes； until they moved away； following their routine pattern； covering the front of the house from all angles。
It took a further ten minutes for Bond to snake his way back to the window。 After each move he stopped； lying still； ears strained for sounds of the returning guards； who passed under the garage twice during his unfortable crawl。 At last he negotiated the sill； climbing back into Cindy's room。
〃You took your time。〃 She was stretched out on the bed； her dark body glistening； the gorgeous long legs moving as she rubbed thigh against thigh。 Cindy was quit n。t'd； and Bond； with the tension released； went to her。
〃Thank you。 I've done all I can 。 。 。〃 He was going to say something about Amadeus； but changed his mind； sufficient unto the day。
Cindy lifted her arms to his shoulders； and Bond found himself with no power to resist。
Only once； as he entered her； did Percy's face and body flash before him … a picture so vivid that he thought he could smell her scent on Cindy。
was almost dawn when he crept back to his own room。 The house was still silent； as though sleeping in preparation for action。 He ate some of the food； threw the rest down the lavatory and flushed it three times to clear it away。 Only when that was done did Bond lie down on his own bed； still fully dressed； and drop into a refreshing sleep。
At the first noise he was awake； his right hand going for the ASP。
It was Cindy； looking as though even hard…boiled sweets would dissolve at the touch of her tongue。 She carried a breakfast tray and was followed by Tigerbalm； who produced his inane grin； saying that Professor St。 John…Finnes wished to see him at noon。 〃That's midday sharp；' he added。 〃I'll e and fetch yer。
〃Please do。〃 He moved on the bed； but Cindy was already halfway out of the door。
〃Cindy；' he called。
She did not even look back。 〃Have a nice day' was flung sharply over her shoulder。
Bond shrugged； a little worried； and then began to help himself to black coffee and toast。 It was ten…thirty by his watch。 By eleven forty…five he was showered； shaved and changed； feeling better than the day before； and reflecting that even M could not leave it much longer before making a move against Endor。
At three minutes to twelve； Tigerbalm reappeared。
They went downstairs to the rear of the house； where Jay Autem Holy was waiting for him in a small room Bond had never seen before。
There was a table； two chairs and a telephone； no pictures； windows or any other furnishing。 The room was lit by two long neon strips； and Bond saw immediately that the chairs and table were bolted to the floor。 It was familiar ground： an interrogation room。
〃e in； friend Bond。〃 The head came up in a swooping movement； the green eyes piercing； hostile as laser gun sights。 He told Tigerbalm to leave； motioning for Bond to sit down。 Holy wasted no time。
〃The plan you outlined to me … the way to get your eyes on the current Epoc frequency 〃Yes。〃
〃It is imperat