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y got to the main road； Bond looked back。 A big arc light had e on over the door and the approach to the warehouse was stripped of shadows。
'No good trying anything from the front；' said Bond。 'But there's never been a warehouse with only one entrance。'
'Just what I was thinking；' said Leiter。 'We'll save that for the next visit。'
They got into the car and drove slowly home across Central Avenue。
On their way home Leiter asked a string of questions about Solitaire。 Finally he said casually： 'By the way； hope I fixed the rooms like you want them。'
'Couldn't be better；' said Bond cheerfully。
'Fine；' said Leiter。 'Just occurred to me you two might be hyphenating。'
'You read too much Winchell；' said Bond。
'It's just a delicate way of putting it；' said Leiter。 'Don't forget the walls of those cottages are pretty thin。 I use my ears for hearing with … not for collecting lip…stick。'
Bond grabbed for a handkerchief。 'You lousy； goddam sleuth；' he said furiously。
Leiter watched him scrubbing at himself out of the corner of his eye。 'What are you doing？' he asked innocently。 'I wasn't for a moment suggesting the colour of your ears was anything but a natural red。 However。。。' He put a wealth of meaning into the word。
'If you find yourself dead in your bed tonight；' laughed Bond； 'you'll know who did it。'
They were still chaffing each other when they arrived at The Everglades and they were laughing when the grim Mrs。 Stuyvesant greeted them on the lawn。
'Pardon me； Mr。 Leiter；' she said。 'But I'm afraid we can't allow music here。 I can't have the other guests disturbed at all hours。'
They looked at her in astonishment。 'I'm sorry； Mrs。 Stuyvesant；' said Leiter。 'I don't quite get you。'
'That big radiogram you had sent round；' said Mrs。 Stuyvesant。 'The men could hardly get the packing…case through the door。'
CHAPTER XIV
'HE DISAGREED WITH SOMETHING THAT ATE HIM'
THE girl had not put up much of a struggle。 When Leiter and Bond； leaving the manageress gaping on the lawn； raced down to the end cottage； they found her room untouched and the bedclothes barely rumpled。
The lock of her room had been forced with one swift wrench of a jemmy and then the two men must have just stood there with guns in their hands。
'Get going； Lady。 Get your clothes on。 Try any tricks and we'll let the fresh air into you。'
Then they must have gagged her or knocked her out and doubled her into the packing…case and nailed it up。 There were tyre…marks at the back of the cottage where the truck had stood。 Almost blocking the entrance hall was a huge old…fashioned radiogram。 Second…hand it must have cost them under fifty bucks。
Bond could see the expression of blind terror on Solitaire's face as if she was standing before him。 He cursed himself bitterly for leaving her alone。 He couldn't guess how she had been traced so quickly。 It was just another example of The Big Man's machine。
Leiter was talking to the FBI headquarters at Tampa。 'Airports； railroad terminals and the highways；' he was saying。 'You'll get blanket orders from Washington just as soon as I've spoken to them。 I guarantee they'll give this top priority。 Thanks a lot。 Much appreciated。 I'll be around。 Okay。'
He hung up。 'Thank God they're co…operating；' he said to Bond； who was standing gazing with hard blank eyes out to sea。 'Sending a couple of their men round right away and throwing as wide a net as they can。 While I sew this up with Washington and New York； get what you can from that old battle…axe。 Exact time； descriptions； etc。 Better make out it was a burglary and that Solitaire has skipped with the men。 She'll understand that。 It'll keep the whole thing on the level of the usual hotel crimes。 Say the police are on the way and that we don't blame The Everglades。 She'll want to avoid a scandal。 Say we feel the same way。'
Bond nodded。 'Skipped with the men？' That was possible too。 But somehow he didn't think so。 He went back to Solitaire's room and searched it minutely。 It still smelled of her； of the 'Vent Vert' that reminded him of their journey together。 Her hat and veil were in the cupboard and her few toilet articles on the shelf in the bathroom。 He soon found her bag and knew that he was right to have trusted her。 It was under the bed and he visualized her kicking it there as she got up with the guns trained on her。 He emptied it out on the bed and felt the lining。 Then he took out a small knife and carefully cut a few threads。 He took out the five thousand dollars and slipped them into his pocket…book。 They would be safe with him。 If she was killed by Mr。 Big； he would spend them on avenging her。 He covered up the torn lining as best he could； replaced the other contents of the bag and kicked it back under the bed。
Then he went up to the office。
It was eight o'clock by the time the routine work was finished。 They had a stiff drink together and then went to the central dining…room； where the handful of other guests were just finishing their dinner。 Everyone looked curiously and rather fearfully at them。 What were these two rather dangerous…looking young men doing in this place？ Where was the woman who had e with them？ Whose wife was she？ What had all those goings on meant that evening？ Poor Mrs。 Stuyvesant running about looking quite distracted。 And didn't they realize that dinner was at seven o'clock？ The kitchen staff would be just going home。 Serve them right if their food was quite cold。 People must have consideration for others。 Mrs。 Stuyvesant had said she thought they were government men； from Washington。 Well； what did that mean？
The consensus of opinion was that they were bad news and no credit to the carefully restricted clientele of The Everglades。
Bond and Leiter were shown to a bad table near the service door。 The set dinner was a string of inflated English and pidgin French。 What it came down to was tomato juice； boiled fish with a white sauce； a strip of frozen turkey with a dab of cranberry； and a wedge of lemon curd surmounted by a whorl of stiff cream substitute。 They munched it down gloomily while the dining…room emptied of its oldster couples and the table lights went out one by one。 Fingerbowls； in which floated one hibiscus petal； was the final gracious touch to their meal。
Bond ate silently and when they had finished Leiter made a determined effort to be cheerful。
'e and get drunk；' he said。 'This is the bad end to a worse day。 Or do you want to play bingo with the oldsters？ It says there's a bingo tournament in the 〃romp room〃 this evening。'
Bond shrugged his shoulders and they went back to their sitting…room and sat gloomily for a while； drinking and staring out across the sand； bonewhite in the light of the moon； towards the endless dark sea。
When Bond had drunk enough to drown his thoughts he said good night and went off to Solitaire's room； which he had now taken over as his bedroom。 He climbed between the sheets where her warm body had lain and； before he slept； he had made up his mind。 He would go after The Robber as soon as it was light and strangle the truth out of him。 He had been too preoccupied to discuss the 。case with Leiter but he was certain that The Robber must have had a big hand in the kidnapping of Solitaire。 He thought of the man's little cruel eyes and the pale thin lips。 Then 〃he thought of the scrawny neck rising like a turtle's out of the dirty sweat…shirt。 Under the bedclothes the muscles of his arms went taut。 Then； his mind made up； he relaxed his body into sleep。
He slept until eight。 When he saw the time on his watch he cursed。 He quickly took a shower； holding his eyes open into the needles of water until they smarted。 Then he put a towel round his waist and went into Leiter's room。 The slats of the jalousies were still down but there was light enough to see that neither bed had been slept in。
He smiled； thinking that Leiter had probably finished the bottle of whisky and fallen asleep on the couch in the living…room。 He walked through。 The room was empty。 The bottle of whisky； still half full； was on the table and a pile of cigarette butts overflowed the ash…tray。
Bond went to the window； pulled up the jalousies and opened it。 He caught a glimpse of a beautiful clear morning before he turned back into the room。
Then he saw the envelope。 It was on a chair in front of the door through which he had e。 He picked it up。 It contained a note scribbled in pencil。
Got to thinking and don't feel like sleep。 It's about five a。m。 Going to visit the worm…and…bait store。 All same early bird。 Odd that trick…shot artist was sitting there while S。 was being snatched。 As if he knew we were in town and was ready for trouble in case the snatch went wrong。 If I'm not back by ten； call out the militia。 Tampa 88。 FELIX
Bond didn't wait。 While he shaved and dressed he ordered some coffee and rolls and a cab。 In just over ten minutes he had got them all and had scalded himself with the coffee。 He was leaving the cottage when he heard the telephone ring in the living…room。 He ran back。
'Mr。 Bryce？ Mound Park Hospital speaking；' said a voice。 'Emergency ward。 Doctor Roberts。 We have a Mr。 Leiter here who's asking for you。 Can you e right over？'