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ctly Bond and Leiter had left to walk over to the hotel； she had telephoned Paris and told M's representative of the result of the game。 She had had to speak guardedly and the agent had rung off without ment。 She had been told to do this whatever the result。 M had asked for the information to be passed on to him personally at any time of the day or night。
This was all she said。 She sipped at her champagne and rarely glanced at Bond。 She didn't smile。 Bond felt frustrated。 He drank a lot of champagne and ordered another bottle。 The scrambled eggs came and they ate in silence。
At four o'clock Bond was about to call for the bill when the ma？tre d'h？tel appeared at their table and inquired for Miss Lynd。 He handed her a note which she took and read hastily。
'Oh； it's only Mathis；' she said。 'He says would I e to the entrance hall。 He's got a message for you。 Perhaps he's not in evening clothes or something。 I won't be a minute。 Then perhaps we could go home。'
She gave him a strained smile。 'I'm afraid I don't feel very good pany this evening。 It's been rather a nerve…racking day。 I'm so sorry。'
Bond made a perfunctory reply and rose； pushing back the table。 'I'll get the bill；' he said； and watched her take the few steps to the entrance。
He sat down and lit a cigarette。 He felt flat。 He suddenly realized that he was tired。 The stuffiness of the room hit him as it had hit him in the Casino in the early hours of the previous day。 He called for the bill and took a last mouthful of champagne。 It tasted bitter； as the first glass too many always does。 He would have liked to have seen Mathis's cheerful face and heard his news； perhaps even a word of congratulation。
Suddenly the note to Vesper seemed odd to him。 It was not the way Mathis would do things。 He would have asked them both to join him at the bar of the Casino or he would have joined them in the night…club； whatever his clothes。 They would have laughed together and Mathis would have been excited。 He had much to tell Bond； more than Bond had to tell him。 The arrest of the Bulgarian； who had probably talked some more； the chase after the man with the stick； Le Chiffre's movements when he left the Casino。
Bond shook himself。 He hastily paid the bill； not waiting for the change。 He pushed back his table and walked quickly through the entrance without acknowledging the good…nights of the ma？tre d'h？tel and the doorman。
He hurried through the gaming…room and looked carefully up and down the long entrance hall。 He cursed and quickened his step。 There were only one or two officials and two or three men and women in evening clothes getting their things at the vestiaire。
No Vesper。 No Mathis。
He was almost running。 He got to the entrance and looked along the steps to left and right down and amongst the few remaining cars。
The missionaire came towards him。
'A taxi； monsieur？'
Bond waved him aside and started down the steps； his eyes staring into the shadows； the night air cold on his sweating temples。
He was half…way down when he heard a faint cry； then the slam of a door way to the right。 With a harsh growl and stutter from the exhaust a beetle…browed Citro？n shot out of the shadows into the light of the moon； its front wheel drive dry…skidding through the loose pebbles of the forecourt。
Its tail rocked on its soft springs as if a violent struggle was taking place on the back seat。
With a snarl it raced out to the wide entrance gate in a spray of gravel。 A small black object shot out of an open rear window and thudded into a flower…bed。 There was a scream of tortured rubber as the tyres caught the boulevard in a harsh left…handed turn； the deafening echo of a Citro？n's exhaust in second gear； a crash into top； then a swiftly diminishing crackle as the car hared off between the shops on the main street towards the coast road。
Bond knew he would find Vesper's evening bag among the flowers。
He ran back with it across the gravel to the brightly…lit steps and scrabbled through its contents while the missionaire hovered round him。
The crumpled note was there amongst the usual feminine baggage。
Can you e out to the entrance hall for a moment？ I have news for your panion。
RENé MATHIS
CHAPTER 15 … BLACK HARE AND GREY HOUND
It was the crudest possible forgery。
Bond leapt for the Bentley； blessing the impulse which had made him drive it over after dinner。 With the choke full out； the engine answered at once to the starter and the roar drowned the faltering words of the missionaire who jumped aside as the rear wheels whipped gravel at his piped trouser…legs。
As the car rocked to the left outside the gate； Bond ruefully longed for the front…wheel drive and low chassis of the Citroen。 Then he went fast through the gears and settled himself for the pursuit； briefly savoring the echo of the huge exhaust as it came back at him from either side of the short main street through the town。
Soon he was out on the coast road； a broad highway through the sand…dunes which he knew from his morning's drive had an excellent surface and was well cat's…eyed on the bends。 He pushed the revs up and up； hurrying the car to eighty then to ninety； his huge Marchal headlights boring a safe white tunnel； nearly half a mile long； between the walls of the night。
He knew the Citro？n must have e this way。 He had heard the exhaust penetrate beyond the town； and a little dust still hung on the bends。 He hoped soon to see the distant shaft of its headlights。 The night was still and clear。 Only out at sea there must be a light summer mist for at intervals he could hear the fog…horns lowing like iron cattle down the coast。
As he drove； whipping the car faster and faster through the night； with the other half of his mind he cursed Vesper； and M for having sent her on the job。
This was just what he had been afraid of。 These blithering women who thought they could do a man's work。 Why the hell couldn't they stay at home and mind their pots and pans and stick to their frocks and gossip and leave men's work to the men。 And now for this to happen to him； just when the job had e off so beautifully。 For Vesper to fall for an old trick like that and get herself snatched and probably held to ranson like some bloody heroine in a strip cartoon。 The silly bitch。
Bond boiled at the thought of the fix he was in。
Of course。 The idea was a straight swop。 The girl against his cheque for forty million。 Well； he wouldn't play： wouldn't think of playing。 She was in the Service and knew what she was up against。 He wouldn't even ask M。 This job was more important than her。 It was just too bad。 She was a fine girl； but he wasn't going to fall for this childish trick。 No dice。 He would try and catch the Citro？n and shoot it out with them and if she got shot in the process； that was too bad too。 He would have done his stuff … tried to rescue her before they got her off to some hideout … but if he didn't catch up with them he would get back to his hotel and go to sleep and say no more about it。 The next morning he would ask Mathis what had happened to her and show him the note。 If Le Chiffre put the touch on Bond for the money in exchange for the girl； Bon