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Whichever way the theft had been acplished； he was still to blame； and there was no other option but to apologize to Fredericka； give her the benefit of the doubt； and watch her like the proverbial hawk。
He went to the bedroom door and tapped on it softly； calling her name and then trying the handle。
She had locked it on the inside； and the next hour was spent apologizing； followed by the not unpleasant human ritual of ‘making up His message to London was a careful bination of necessary information and excuse。
Like any other intelligence officer； Bond was adept at covering his back。 This time he did it with greater care than usual； referring to an unexplained incident； quite out of his control； as the reason for the original letter going missing。 By the time he saw M in London； he would have thought out some logical excuse。 The message also asked for his service to check on possible security service activity in Switzerland。 For good measure he mentioned the red Volkswagen。 After sending the fax； Bond took a scalding hot shower； followed by a freezing cold one； to open the pores and stimulate the nerve ends。 He shaved and dressed； talking to Fredericka all the time； as she sat at the dressing table preparing her face for the day ahead。
By this time they were running late for their meeting with the local police in Grindelwald； so on their way out； Bond paused by the reception desk to tell the stern Marietta Bruch that they would go through His March's room on their return。 She answered him with a clipped； ‘Ja？〃 and her eyes threw invisible stilettos at him。 He was certainly not her most popular man of the month。
Though she had more than accepted his apology； in the ultimate way that a woman could； Fredericka appeared to have withdrawn again。 She was not the ice queen； nor was there obvious anger； but the conversation finally dwindled into one of monosyllabic； sometimes terse； responses； and she drove out to Grindelwald in near silence。
The police presence was obvious。 Two cars and a police van blocked the little road to the chair lift； and a large sign； in three languages…German； French and English…proclaimed that the chair lift up the mountain； to the First area with its great view of the Grindelwald Basin； was closed until further notice。 The entrance was also blocked off with yellow crime scene tape。 A uniformed inspector stood； with a plump； untidy…looking man in civilian clothes； by the chair lift entrance。 The plainclothes man held a pigskin folder loosely under one arm； and paid scant attention to their arrival。
The uniformed officer obviously knew Fredericka； for he greeted her by name and； in turn； she introduced Bond to ‘Inspector Ponsin'。 He nodded gravely； and turned to the civilian。
‘This is Detective Bodo Lempke； of the Interlaken police department； in charge of the investigation。〃 He waved a hand between them； flapping it like a fish's fill。
‘I already know Herr Lempke；' Fredericka said somewhat distantly。
Lempke gave them a smile which reminded Bond of the kind of greeting he might expect from an idiot； for the man s face had about it a lumpish； peasant look； his lips splitting into a wide curving clown's mouth。
‘So；' he said in uncertain English； the voice gruff and flat； with little enthusiasm。 ‘You are what my friends in the Metropolitan Police call 〃funnies〃； yes？ Read that once； funnies〃； in a spy yarn； and never believed it until my British colleagues said it was true； what they called you。〃 He laughed； mirthless and without the smile。
All in all； Bond considered； Bodo Lempke was the most dangerous type of policeman。 Like the best kind of spy； the man was totally grey； lacking any colour in his personality。
‘Well；' Bodo continued； ‘you wish to view where the deed was done； yes？ Though there's nothing interesting about it。 Few clues； no reasons； except evidence which gives us the name or assumed name of the killer。〃 ‘You have a name？〃 ‘Oh； sure。 Nobody tell you this？〃 ‘No。〃 This one； Bond thought； was as tricky as a barrelful of anacondas。 His type was usually described as one who had difficulty in catching the eye of a waiter。 Mr Lempke would have had problems catching the attention of a pickpocket； even if he had just flashed a wad of money and crammed it into the sucker pocket at his hip。
Fredericka rode up the chair lift with Inspector Ponsin； while Bond drew the heavy Bodo Lempke who certainly carried enough weight to tip the double set of chairs slightly。 It was a beautiful； short ride up the slope during which Lempke remained silent except to remark on the cause of death。
‘You were told of the tetrodoxin； yes？〃 ‘Yes。〃 Fight innocuousness with blandness。
‘Exotic； no？〃 ‘Very。〃 ‘Very exotic？〃 ‘Exceptionally。〃 ‘So。〃 At the First viewing point； several policemen； uniformed and plainclothes； were doing what Bond presumed to be yet another careful search of the area which was marked off with more crime scene tape。 A small group of men and women stood beside the long； log hut which was the restaurant。
They looked dejected； as well they might： with the chair lift closed； their usual business would have dried to a trickle of probably discontented policemen looking for they knew not what。
The air was fresh and clear； while the view from this vantage point was almost other worldly。 Bond had his own reasons to feel overawed by mountains。 For him； their grandeur an overworked word when people described the peaks and rocky graphs of the world's high places was tempered with respect。 His parents had died on a mountain and； since childhood； while he was often moved by the beauty of the crags； bluffs and jagged outcrops of stone reaching towards the sky； he was also aware of the dangers they represented。 To him they were like wanton beautiful women beckoning sirens waiting to be conquered； yet perilous； requiring deference and care； like so many of God's great wonders。
In spite of the warm sun； he shivered slightly； turning to see that Fredericka had e from the chair lift to stand close beside him。
She had said he would feel something strange and frightening in this place； and she had been right。 Sites of sudden death； or evil； often gave off signals of fear； just as old places houses； stone circles； ancient churches seemed to hold good or evil vibrations trapped in walls like inerasable recordings。 Fredericka's eyes gave him an I…told…you…so look； and Bodo Lempke coughed loudly。
‘I show you where the body was found； yes？
Where murder happened。 Always good for the laugh。〃 He treated them to his mirthless smile and set off； guiding them between the tapes that marked a pathway to a small enclosure。 The screens which the police had originally set up around the body were still in place； and signs of sudden death remained two gashes in the soft springy turf where Laura March's shoes had scarred the ground when her legs had involuntarily shot out and stiffened as the deadly capsule poured the poison into her bloodstream。
‘We have snapshots。〃 Lempke reached into the pigskin folder。
‘They're not exactly your average holiday snaps； are they？〃 Bond leafed through the stack of eight by ten glossies； all of which showed Laura March