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the warehouse。 Simultaneously Colombo issued a sharp order。 The engines stopped and went into reverse。 A big searchlight on the bridge came on and lit the whole scene brightly as the ship drifted up alongside the Albanian trawler。 At the first hard contact； grappling…irons were tossed over the Albanian's rail fore and aft； and Colombo's men swarmed over the side with Colombo in the lead。
Bond had made his own plans。 As soon as his feet landed on the enemy deck； he ran straight across the ship； climbed the far rail and jumped。 It was about twelve feet to the jetty and he landed like a cat； on his hands and toes； and stayed for a moment； crouching； planning his next move。 Shooting had already started on deck。 An early shot killed the searchlight and now there was only the grey； luminous light of dawn。 A body； one of the enemy； crunched to the stone in front of him and lay spread…eagled； motionless。 At the same time； from the mouth of the warehouse； a light machine gun started up； firing short bursts with a highly professional touch。 Bond ran towards it in the dark shadow of the ship。 The machine…gunner saw him and gave him a burst。 The bullets zipped round Bond； clanged against the iron hull of the ship and whined off into the night。 Bond got to the cover of the sloping ramp of boards and dived forward on his stomach。 The bullets crashed into the wood above his head。 Bond crept forward into the narrowing space。 When he had got as close as he could； he would have a choice of breaking cover either to right or left of the boards。 There came a series of heavy thuds and a swift rumble above his head。 One of Colombo's men must have cut the ropes and sent the whole pile of newsprint rolls down the ramp。 Now was Bond's chance。 He leapt out from under cover … to the left。 If the machine…gunner was waiting for him； he would expect Bond to e out firing on the right。 The machine…gunner was there； crouching up against the wall of the warehouse。 Bond fired twice in the split second before the bright muzzle of the enemy weapon had swung through its small arc。 The dead man's finger clenched on the trigger and； as he slumped； his gun made a brief Catherine…wheel of flashes before it shook itself free from his hand and clattered to the ground。
Bond was running forward towards the warehouse door when he slipped and fell headlong。 He lay for a moment； stunned； his face in a pool of black treacle。 He cursed and got to his hands and knees and made a dash for cover behind a jumble of the big newsprint rolls that had crashed into the wall of the warehouse。 One of them； sliced by a burst from the machine gun； was leaking black treacle。 Bond wiped as much of the stuff off his hands and face as he could。 It had the musty sweet smell that Bond had once smelled in Mexico。 It was raw opium。
A bullet whanged into the wall of the warehouse not far from his head。 Bond gave his gun…hand a last wipe on the seat of his trousers and leapt for the warehouse door。 He was surprised not to be shot at from the interior as soon as he was silhouetted against the entrance。 It was quiet and cool inside the place。 The lights had been turned out； but it was now getting brighter outside。 The pale newsprint rolls were stacked in orderly ranks with a space to make a passageway down the centre。 At the far end of the passageway was a door。 The whole arrangement leered at him； daring him。 Bond smelled death。 He edged back to the entrance and out into the open。 The shooting had bee spasmodic。 Colombo came running swiftly towards him； his feet close to the ground as fat men run。 Bond said peremptorily： 〃Stay at this door。 Don't go in or let any of your men in。 I'm going round to the back。〃 Without waiting for an answer he sprinted round the corner of the building and down along its side。
The warehouse was about fifty feet long。 Bond slowed and walked softly to the far corner。 He flattened himself against the corrugated iron wall and took a swift look round。 He immediately drew back。 A man was standing up against the back entrance。 His eyes were at some kind of spyhole。 In his hand was a plunger from which wires ran under the bottom of the door。 A car； a black Lancia Granturismo convertible with the hood down； stood beside him； its engine ticking over softly。 It pointed inland along a deeply tracked dust road。
The man was Kristatos。
Bond knelt。 He held his gun in both hands for steadiness； inched swiftly round the corner of the building and fired one shot at the man's feet。 He missed。 Almost as he saw the dust kick up inches off the target； there was the rumbling crack of an explosion and the tin wall hit him and sent him flying。
Bond scrambled to his feet。 The warehouse had buckled crazily out of shape。 Now it started to collapse noisily like a pack of tin cards。 Kristatos was in the car。 It was already twenty yards away； dust fountaining up from the traction on the rear wheels。 Bond stood in the classic pistol…shooting pose and took careful aim。 The Walther roared and kicked three times。 At the last shot； at fifty yards； the figure crouched over the wheel jerked backwards。 The hands flew sideways off the wheel。 The head craned briefly into the air and slumped forward。 The right hand remained sticking out as if the dead man was signalling a right…hand turn。 Bond started to run up the road； expecting the car to stop； but the wheels were held in the ruts and； with the weight of the dead right foot still on the accelerator； the Lancia tore onwards in its screaming third gear。 Bond stopped and watched it。 It hurried on along the flat road across the burned…up plain and the cloud of white dust blew gaily up behind。 At any moment Bond expected it to veer off the road； but it did not； and Bond stood and saw it out of sight into the early morning mist that promised a beautiful day。
Bond put his gun on safe and tucked it away in the belt of his trousers。 He turned to find Colombo approaching him。 The fat man was grinning delightedly。 He came up with Bond and； to Bond's horror； threw open his arms； clutched Bond to him and kissed him on both cheeks。
Bond said： 〃For God's sake； Colombo。〃
Colombo roared with laughter。 〃Ah； the quiet Englishman！ He fears nothing save the emotions。 But me；〃 he hit himself in the chest； 〃me； Enrico Colombo； loves this man and he is not ashamed to say so。 If you had not got the machine…gunner； not one of us would have survived。 As it is； I lost two of my men and others have wounds。 But only half a dozen Albanians remain on their feet and they have escaped into the village。 No doubt the police will round them up。 And now you have sent that bastard Kristatos motoring down to hell。 What a splendid finish to him！ What will happen when the little racing…hearse meets the main road？ He is already signalling for the right…hand turn on to the autostrada； I hope he will remember to drive on the right。〃 Colombo clapped Bond boisterously on the shoulder。 〃But e； my friend。 It is time we got out of here。 The cocks are open in the Albanian ship and she will soon be on the bottom。 There are no telephones in this little place。 We will have a good start on the police。 It will take them some time to get sense out of the fishermen。 I have spoken to the head