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〃How did the fuelling go？〃 he asked； his eyes fixed on the other man。
Drax was lighting a long cigar。 He glanced up at Bond through the smoke and the flame of his match。
〃Excellently。〃 He puffed at the cigar to get it going。 〃Everything is ready now。 The guards are out。 An hour or two clearing up down there in the morning and then the site will be closed。 By the way；〃 he added。 〃I shall be taking Miss Brand up to London in the car tomorrow afternoon。 I shall need a secretary as well as Krebs。 Have you got any plans？〃
〃I have to go to London too；〃 said Bond on an impulse。 〃I have my final report to make to the Ministry。〃
〃Oh； really？〃 said Drax casually。 〃What about？ I thought you were satisfied with the arrangements。〃
〃Yes；〃 said Bond non…mittally。
〃That's all right then；〃 said Drax breezily。 〃And now if you don't mind；〃 he got up from the table； 〃I've got some papers waiting for me in my study。 So I'll say good…night。〃
〃Good…night；〃 said Bond to the already retreating back。
Bond finished his coffee and went out into the hall and up to his bedroom。 It was obvious that it had been searched again。 He shrugged his shoulders。 There was only the leather case。 Its contents would show nothing except that he had e equipped with the tools of his trade。
His Beretta in its shoulder…holster was still where he had hidden it； in the empty leather case that belonged to Tallon's night…glasses。 He took the gun out and slipped it under his pillow。
He took a hot bath and used half a bottle of iodine on the cuts and bruises he could reach。 Then he got into bed and turned out the light。 His body hurt and he was exhausted。
For a moment he thought of Gala。 He had told her to take a sleeping pill and lock her door； but otherwise not to worry about anything until the morning。
Before he emptied his mind for sleep he wondered uneasily about her trip with Drax the next day to London。
Uneasily； but not desperately。 In due course many questions would have to be answered and many mysteries probed； but the basic facts seemed solid and unanswerable。 This extraordinary millionaire had built this great weapon。 The Ministry of Supply were pleased with it and considered it sound。 The Prime Minister and Parliament thought so too。 The rocket was to be fired in less than thirty…six hours under full supervision and the security arrangements were as strict as they could possibly be。 Somebody； and probably several people； wanted him and the girl out of the way。 Nerves were stretched down here。 There was a lot of tension about。 Perhaps there was jealousy。 Perhaps some people actually suspected them of being saboteurs。 But what would that matter so long as he and Gala kept their eyes open？ Not much more than a day to go。 They were right out in the open here； in May； in England； in peacetime。 It was crazy to worry about a few lunatics so long as the Moonraker was out of danger。 And as for tomorrow； reflected Bond as sleep reached out for him； he would arrange to meet Gala in London and bring her back with him。 Or she could even stay up in London for the night。 Either way he would look after her until the Moonraker was safely fired and then； before work began on the Mark II weapon； there would have to be a very thorough clean…up indeed。
But these were treacherously forting thoughts。 There was danger about and Bond knew it。
He finally drifted into sleep with one small scene firmly fixed in his mind。
There had been something very disquieting about the dinner…table downstairs。 It had been laid for only three people。
PART THREE： THURSDAY； FRIDAY
CHAPTER XVIII
BENEATH THE FLAT STONE
THE MERCEDES was a beautiful thing。 Bond pulled his 1 battered grey Bentley up alongside it and inspected it。
It was a Type 300 S； the sports model with a disappearing hood…one of only half a dozen in England； he reflected。 Left…hand drive。 Probably bought in Germany。 He had seen a few of them over there。 One had hissed by him on the Munich Autobahn the year before when he was doing a solid …ninety in the Bentley。 The body； too short and heavy to be graceful； was painted white； with red leather upholstery。 Garish for England； but Bond guessed that Drax had chosen white in honour of the famous Mercedes…Benz racing colours that had already swept the board again since the war at Le Mans and the Nurburgring。
Typical of Drax to buy a Mercedes。 There was something ruthless and majestic about the cars； he decided； remembering the years from 1934 to 1939 when they had pletely dominated the Grand Prix scene； children of the famous Blitzen Benz that had captured the world's speed record at 142 m。p。h。 back in 1911。 Bond recalled some of their famous drivers； Caracciola； Lang； Seaman； Brauchitsch； and the days when he had seen them drifting the fast sweeping bends of Tripoli at 190； or screaming along the tree…lined straight at Berne with the Auto Unions on their tails。
And yet； Bond looked across at his supercharged Bentley； nearly twenty…five years older than Drax's car and still capable of beating too； and yet when Bentleys were racing； before Rolls had tamed them into sedate town carriages； they had whipped the blown SS…K's almost as they wished。
Bond had once dabbled on the fringe of the racing world and he was lost in his memories； hearing again the harsh scream of Garacciola's great white beast of a car as it howled past the grandstands at Le Mans； when Drax came out of the house followed by Gala Brand and Krebs。
〃Fast car；〃 said Drax； pleased with Bond's look of admiration。 He gestured towards the Bentley。 〃They used to be good in the old days；〃 he added with a touch of patronage。 〃Now they're only built for going to the theatre。 Too well…mannered。 Even the Continental。 Now then you； get in the back。〃
Krebs obediently climbed into the narrow back seat behind the driver。 He sat sideways； his mackintosh up round his ears； his eyes fixed enigmatically on Bond。
Gala Brand； smart in a dark grey tailor…made and black beret and carrying a lightweight black raincoat and gloves； climbed into the right half of the divided front seat。 The wide door closed with the rich double click of a Faberge box。
No sign passed between Bond and Gala。 They had made their plans at a whispered meeting in his room before lunch…dinner in London at half…past seven and then back to the house in Bond's car。 She sat demurely； her hands in her lap and her eyes to the front； as Drax climbed in； pressed the starter； and pulled the gleaming lever on the steering wheel back into third。 The car surged away with hardly a purr from the exhaust and Bond watched it disappear into the trees before he climbed into the Bentley and moved off in leisurely pursuit。
In the hastening Mercedes； Gala busied herself with her thoughts。 The night had been uneventful and the morning had been devoted to clearing the launching site of everything that might possibly burn when the Moonraker was fired。 Drax had not referred to the events of the previous day and there had been no change in his usual manner。 She had prepared her last firing plan （Drax himself was to do it on the morrow） and as usual Walter had been sent for and through her spy…hole she had seen the figures being entered in Drax's black book。
It was a hot； sunny day and Drax was driving in his shirtsleeves。 She glanced down and to the left at the top of the little book protruding from his hip…pocket。 This drive might be her last chance。 Since the evening before she had felt a different person。 Perhaps Bond had aroused her petitive spirit； perhaps it was revulsion from playing the secretary too long； perhaps it was the shock of the cliff…fall and the zest of realizing after so many quiet months that she was playing a dangerous game。 But now she felt the time had e to take risks。 Discovery of the Moonraker's flight…plan was a routine affair and it would give her personal satisfaction to find out the secret of the black notebook。 It would be easy。
Casually she laid her folded coat over the space between herself and Drax。 At the same time she made a show of arranging herself fortably； during the course of which she drew an inch or two nearer Drax and her hand came to rest in the folds of the coat between them。 Then she settled her…self to wait。
Her chance came； as she had thought it might； in the congested traffic of Maidstone。 Drax； intent； was trying to beat the traffic lights at the corner of King Street and Gabriel's Hill； but the line of traffic was too slow and he was checked behind a battered family saloon。 Gala could see that when the lights changed he was determined to cut in front of the car in front and teach it a lesson。 He was a brilliant driver； but a vindictive and impatient one who was always anxious for any car that held him up to be given something to remember。
As the lights went green he gave a blast on his triple horns； pulled out to the right at the intersection； accelerated brutally and got by； shaking his head angrily at the driver of the saloon as he passed it。
In the middle of this harsh manoeuvre it was natural for Gala to allow herself to be thrown towards him。 At the same time her left hand dived under the coat and her fingers touched； felt； and extracted the book in one