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heard nothing of his arrival and the two gunmen obviously didn't。 It's pretty exasperating。 We've got precious little on this SMERSH organization and neither has London。 Washington said they had； but it turned out to be the usual waffle from refugee interrogation； and you know that's about as much good as interrogating an English man…in…the street about his own Secret Service； or a Frenchman about the Deuxième。'
'He probably came from Leningrad to Berlin via Warsaw；' said Bond。 'From Berlin they've got plenty of routes open to the rest of Europe。 He's back home by now being told off for not shooting me too。 I fancy they've got quite a file on me in view of one or two of the jobs M's given me since the war。 He obviously thought he was being smart enough cutting his initial in my hand。'
'What's that？' asked Mathis。 'The doctor said the cuts looked like a square M with a tail to the top。 He said they didn't mean anything。'
'Well； I only got a glimpse before I passed out； but I've seen the cuts several times while they were being dressed and I'm pretty certain they are the Russian letter for SH。 It's rather like an inverted M with a tail。 That would make sense； SMERSH is short for SMYERT SHPIONAM … Death to Spies … and he thinks he's labelled me as a SHPION。 It's a nuisance because M will probably say I've got to go to hospital again when I get back to London and have new skin grafted over the whole of the back of my hand。 It doesn't matter much。 I've decided to resign。'
Mathis looked at him with his mouth open。
'Resign？' he asked incredulously。 'What the hell for？'
Bond looked away from Mathis。 He studied his bandaged hands。
'When I was being beaten up；' he said； 'I suddenly liked the idea of being alive。 Before Le Chiffre began； he used a phrase which stuck in my mind 。 。 。 〃playing Red Indians〃。 He said that's what I had been doing。 Well； I suddenly thought he might be right。
'You see；' he said； still looking down at his bandages； 'when one's young； it seems very easy to distinguish between right and wrong； but as one gets older it bees more difficult。 At school it's easy to pick out one's own villains and heroes and one grows up wanting to be a hero and kill the villains。'
He looked obstinately at Mathis。
'Well； in the last few years I've killed two villains。 The first was in New York … a Japanese cipher expert cracking our codes on the thirty…sixth floor of the RCA building in the Rockefeller centre； where the Japs had their consulate。 I took a room on the fortieth floor of the next…door skyscraper and I could look across the street into his room and see him working。 Then I got a colleague from our organization in New York and a couple of Remington thirty…thirty's with telescopic sights and silencers。 We smuggled them up to my room and sat for days waiting for our chance。 He shot at the man a second before me。 His job was only to blast a hole through the windows so that I could shoot the Jap through it。 They have tough windows at the Rockefeller centre to keep the noise out。 It worked very well。 As I expected； his bullet got deflected by the glass and went God knows where。 But I shot immediately after him； through the hole he had made。 I got the Jap in the mouth as he turned to gape at the broken window。'
Bond smoked for a minute。
'It was a pretty sound job。 Nice and clean too。 Three hundred yards away。 No personal contact。 The next time in Stockholm wasn't so pretty。 I had to kill a Norwegian who was doubling against us for the Germans。 He'd managed to get two of our men captured … probably bumped off for all I know。 For various reasons it had to be an absolutely silent job。 I chose the bedroom of his flat and a knife。 And； well； he just didn't die very quickly。
'For those two jobs I was awarded a Double O number in the Service。 Felt pretty clever and got a reputation for being good and tough。 A double O number in our Service means you've had to kill a chap in cold blood in the course of some job。
'Now；' he looked up again at Mathis； 'that's all very fine。 The hero kills two villains； but when the hero Le Chiffre starts to kill the villain Bond and the villain Bond knows he isn't a villain at all； you see the other side of the medal。 The villains and heroes get all mixed up。
'Of course；' he added； as Mathis started to expostulate； 'patriotism es along and makes it seem fairly all right； but this country…right…or…wrong business is getting a little out…of…date。 Today we are fighting munism。 Okay。 If I'd been alive fifty years ago； the brand of Conservatism we have today would have been damn near called munism and we should have been told to go and fight that。 History is moving pretty quickly these days and the heroes and villains keep on changing parts。'
Mathis stared at him aghast。 Then he tapped his head and put a calming hand on Bond's arm。
'You mean to say that this precious Le Chiffre who did his best to turn you into a eunuch doesn't qualify as a villain？' he asked。 'Anyone would think from the rot you talk that he had been battering your head instead of your 。 。 。' He gestured down the bed。 'You wait till M tells you to get after another Le Chiffre。 I bet you'll go after him all right。 And what about SMERSH？ I can tell you I don't like the idea of these chaps running around France killing anyone they feel has been a traitor to their precious political system。 You're a bloody anarchist。'
He threw his arms in the air and let them fall helplessly to his sides。
Bond laughed。
'All right；' he said。 'Take our friend Le Chiffre。 It's simple enough to say he was an evil man； at least it's simple enough for me because he did evil things to me。 If he was here now； I wouldn't hesitate to kill him； but out of personal revenge and not； I'm afraid； for some high moral reason or for the sake of my country。'
He looked up at Mathis to see how bored he was getting with these introspective refinements of what； to Mathis； was a simple question of duty。
Mathis smiled back at him。
'Continue； my dear friend。 It is interesting for me to see this new Bond。 Englishmen are so odd。 They are like a nest of Chinese boxes。 It takes a very long time to get to the centre of them。 When one gets there the result is unrewarding； but the process is instructive and entertaining。 Continue。 Develop your arguments。 There may be something I can use to my own chief the next time I want to get out of an unpleasant job。' He grinned maliciously。
Bond ignored him。
'Now in order to tell the difference between good and evil； we have manufactured two images representing the extremes … representing the deepest black and the purest white … and we call them God and the Devil。 But in doing so we have cheated a bit。 God is a clear image； you can see every hair on His beard。 But the Devil。 What does he look like？' Bond looked triumphantly at Mathis。
Mathis laughed ironically。
'A woman。'
'It's all very fine；' said Bond； 'but I've been thinking about these things and I'm wondering whose side I ought to be on。 I'm getting very sorry for the Devil and his disciples such as the good Le Chiffre。 The Devil has a rotten time and I always like to be on the side of the underdog。 We don't give the poor cha