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ee's still three too many；' the voice in his head called out。
Now； close to the sprawled body； Bond took in two things。 First； in spite of the wound to the top of the head； the face was identical to that of Dragonpol who now bent over him。 An obscene…looking bloody mass of what had once been a grey wig； lay a few feet from the body。
‘David？〃 He put out a hand and rested it on Dragonpol's shoulder； though his mind had yet to take in the strange mirror…image that seemed to pass between living and dead。
Dragonpol looked up and shook his head。
‘James；' he said。 ‘I'm so sorry about the girl。 I had to take out David。 He would have killed you with that damned thing；' his foot kicked at the walking stick。 ‘Then he would have gone on and killed more people。
‘I wasn't expecting。。。〃 Bond began； then peered at Dragonpol's face。 ‘David？〃 he asked again； and Dragonpol slowly shook his head once more。
‘That's David。〃 His hand caressed the shoulder of the corpse。
‘That's my brother； David。 I should've told you when you were at Schloss Drache； but I didn't have the guts。 In the end； Laura knew about him； but she thought like you。 She believed I was David。 I was the one who was to marry Laura。
Give me a minute and I'll tell you everything。〃 The police had joined the Italian security men by now； and people were being shepherded from the roof。 Someone snapped handcuffs on the living Dragonpol and led him away。 He went very quietly； dignified and without protest。
‘What in the name of。 。。？‘ Fredericka began； standing very close to Bond。 ‘James； what's。。。？〃 He cut her off with a sharp； ‘I don't know。！ * As the activity on the roof began to take shape and settle into a crime scene pattern； Gianne…Franco suggested they all go to a safe house which would be used for the debriefing。 ‘You're both expected there；' he told them； and neither Bond nor Fredericka had the will to argue。
The house was large and set in its own grounds； somewhere on the outskirts of Milan。 There was ample security。 A plain van blocked the gates leading to a drive； and had to be backed out in order for them to get through。 Other cars were already drawn up in front of the building a pink and white two…storey villa。 Men prowled the grounds； and two police cars and another van were parked almost out of sight behind a clump of trees。
Inside； the furnishings were bare and without frills； the walls painted in an institutional green。
Telephones purred and low conversations drifted from half…open doors。 Unsmiling； silent men and women moved between offices； carrying files。
They were escorted into a large room which had a rough table as a centre piece。 M sat near what had once been an ornate fireplace； while Bill Tanner stood looking out of the window。
‘I wanted him alive； James。〃 M's eyes were full of reproach。
‘I know； sir。 I'm sorry。 There was nothing I could do。 Why didn't anybody know there was a brother？〃 ‘That's what we're waiting to find out。〃 Tanner spoke quietly； as though distracted。 ‘The Italians are getting a statement from him now； then we're going to be allowed to interrogate him。〃 ‘Somewhere along the line everybody slipped up。〃 M gazed into the empty fireplace。 ‘It appears there were identical twins。 David and Daniel； but even the theatre Press didn't get on to Daniel； so I fail to understand it。 Someone as famous as David Dragonpol must have been investigated by the Press。 The media are pretty hot about these things。
Usually they can quote every relative； living and dead。〃 He made an angry little noise through his teeth。 ‘But that doesn't really excuse any of us。
Nobody； not even myself； bothered to check out the family。 We all simply believed what was printed by the Press； and what appeared in the biographies。 The Dragonpols of Drimoleague。
Two children； the last of the line。 Maeve and David。
An orderly came in with coffee and sandwiches slices of baguettes stuffed with cheese and ham but none of them seemed to have an appetite。 Then Gianne…Franco Orsini arrived； looking as neat and clean as though he had just dressed for a party。
‘Well； he saved your life； Captain Bond。 This is for certain。 I have forensics people…ballistics and weapons experts who will bring the weapon up in a moment。 Diabolical。 This brother； the Daniel Dragonpol； has told us much。 David made the weapon with his own hands。
Diabolical。
They saw just how diabolical it was a few minutes later； when a pair of white…coated ballistics and firearms experts brought the thick walking stick into the room； placed it on the table and； with a nod from Gianne…Franco； demonstrated exactly how deadly it was。
‘There was a second handle tucked into a specially made holster； on the deceased man's body。〃 One of them； speaking good English； placed another brass duck's head on the table next to the plete stick。
Close up； they could see that the handles were much larger than any ordinary walking stick with such a decoration。 The stick was also much thicker than normal； and made of a hard； highly polished smooth wood。
It was in reality made up of three sections； each hollowed out to a 9 mm bore。 One of the men unscrewed a length of some eighteen inches from the bottom of the stick； revealing that this was plainly a noise…reduction unit。 The next long section also unscrewed。 This was undoubtedly the barrel of the gun； while the last six inches； together with the heavy brass carving； made up the real works of the weapon。
The six inches of metal； encased in wood； was larger than the barrel and contained a chamber； and a side opening for the ejection of used cartridge cases； while the duck's head could be stripped down； showing a cunning magazine and breech mechanism。 There was room for three Equalloy rounds one in the chamber and two in the duck's head。
The breech was operated in a standard manner； and the workmanship was precise and hand…turned。
The duck's bill moved； forming the trigger； and there was even a safety catch built into one of the brass eyes。 When the bill was squeezed； a firing pin made contact with the chambered round； and the gases threw the entire mechanism back； ejecting the used casing； automatically reloading with the second round； and so on for the third。
‘We assume the noise…reduction system would have to be replaced after three rounds have been fired；' the ballistics man told them。 ‘We have yet to test the thing； but my guess is that it would be accurate up to around a hundred and thirty metres in yards； about one hundred fifty。〃 ‘And it was loaded； just like this？〃 Bond asked。
‘Loaded with the safety off； sir；' the other expert said gravely。
‘As I understand it； he was bringing the thing up to his hip and aiming directly at you。
If he hadn't been taken out； you would have been。〃 Fredericka's fingers dug into Bond's arm。
‘You always had the devil's own luck； James。〃 M did not sound impressed。 ‘What of the second mechanism？〃 pointing to the other duck's head。
‘Even more cunning。〃 The expert began to dismantle the brass and wood。 There was no doubt what this had been used for。 The head again contained a breech block； but this time of a much smaller bore； while the me