the game would be up and he would have to decide whether to pull out or wait and get shot at by someone. But at this meeting there had been no fumbling.
Later that evening, at the little 深圳按摩养生经历 restaurant off the Piazza di Spagna called the Colomba d’Oro, Bond was amused to find that he was still on probation. Kristatos was still watching and weighing him, wondering if he could be trusted. This remark about the risky business was as near as Kristatos had so far got to admitting that there existed any business between the two of them. Bond was encouraged. He had not really believed in Kristatos. But
surely all these precautions could only mean that M’s intuition had paid off – that Kristatos knew something big.
Bond dropped the last shred of match into the ash-tray. He said mildly: “I was once taught that any busi-ness that pays more than ten per cent or is conducted after nine o’clock at night is a dangerous business. The business which brings us together pays up to one thousand per cent and is conducted almost exclusively at 深圳蒲友论坛 night. On both counts it is obviously a risky busi-ness.” Bond lowered his voice. “Funds are available. Dollars, Swiss francs, Venezuelan bolivars – anything convenient.”
“That makes me glad. I have already too much lire.” Signor Kristatos picked up the folio menu. “But let us feed on something. One should not decide important pizniss on a hollow stomach.”
A week earlier M had sent for Bond. M was in a bad temper. “Got anything on, 007?”
“Only paper work, sir.”
“What do you mean, only paper work?” M jerked his pipe towards 深圳桑拿按摩工资 his loaded in-tray. “Who hasn’t got paper work?”
“I meant nothing active, sir.”
“Well, say so.” M picked up a bundle of dark red files tied together with tape and slid them so sharply across the desk that Bond had to catch them. “And here’s some more paper work. Scotland Yard stuff mostly – their narcotics people. 深圳按摩足疗 Wads from the Home Office and the Ministry of Health, and some nice thick reports from the International Opium Control people in Geneva. Take it away and read it. You’ll need today and most of tonight. Tomorrow you fly to Rome and get after the big men. Is that clear?”
Bond said that it was. The state of M’s temper was also explained. There was nothing that made him more angry than having to divert his staff from their primary duty. This duty was espionage, and when necessary sabotage and subversion. Anything else was a 深圳按摩保健论坛 misuse of the Service and of Secret Funds which, God knows, were meagre enough.
“Any questions?” M’s jaw stuck out like the prow of a ship. The jaw seemed to tell Bond to pick up the files and get the hell out of the office and let M move on to something important.
Bond knew that a part of all this – if only a small part – was an act. M had certain bees in his bonnet. They were famous in the Service, and M knew they were. But
that did not mean that he would allow them to stop buzzing. There were queen bees, like the mis-use of the Service, and the search for true as distinct from wishful intelligence, and there were worker bees. These included such idiosyncrasies as not employing men with beards, or those who were completely bi-lingual, instantly dismissing men who tried to bring pressure to bear on him through family relationships 深圳桑拿按摩女照片 with members of the Cabinet, mistrusting men or women who were too ‘dressy’, and those who called him ‘sir’ off-duty; and having an exaggerated faith in Scotsmen. But M was ironically conscious of his obses-sions, as, thought Bond, a Churchill or a Montgomery were about theirs. He never minded his bluff, as it partly was, being called on any of them. Moreover, he would never have dreamed of sending Bond out on an
assignment without proper briefing.
Bond knew all this. He said mildly: “Two things, sir. Why are we taking this thing on, and what lead, if any, have Station I got towards the people involved in it?”
M gave Bond a hard, sour look. H