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the police。 It will take them some time to get sense out of the fishermen。 I have spoken to the head man。 No one here has any love for Albanians。 But we must be on our way。 We have a stiff sail into the wind and there is no doctor I can trust this side of Venice。〃
Flames were beginning to lick out of the shattered warehouse； and there was billowing smoke that smelled of sweet vegetables。 Bond and Colombo walked round to windward。 The Albanian ship had settled on the bottom and her decks were awash。 They waded across her and climbed on board the Colombina； where Bond had to go through some more handshaking and back…slapping。 They cast off at once and made for the headland guarding the harbour。 There was a small group of fishermen standing by their boats that lay drawn up on the beach below a huddle of stone cottages。 They made a surly impression； but when Colombo waved and shouted something in Italian most of them raised a hand in farewell； and one of them called back something that made the crew of the Colombina laugh。 Colombo explained： 〃They say we were better than the cinema at Ancona and we must e again soon。〃
Bond suddenly felt the excitement drain out of him。 He felt dirty and unshaven； and he could smell his own sweat。 He went below and borrowed a razor and a clean shirt from one of the crew； and stripped in his cabin and cleansed himself。 When he took out his gun and threw it on the bunk he caught a whiff of cordite from the barrel。 It brought back the fear and violence and death of the grey dawn。 He opened the porthole。 Outside； the sea was dancing and gay； and the receding coastline； that had been black and mysterious； was now green and beautiful。 A sudden delicious scent of frying bacon came downwind from the galley。 Abruptly Bond pulled the porthole to and dressed and went along to the saloon。
Over a mound of fried eggs and bacon washed down with hot sweet coffee laced with rum； Colombo dotted the i's and crossed the t's。
〃This we have done； my friend；〃 he said through crunching toast。 〃That was a year's supply of raw opium on its way to Kristatos's chemical works in Naples。 It is true that I have such a business in Milan and that it is a convenient depot for some of my wares。 But it fabricates nothing more deadly than cascara and aspirin。 For all that part of Kristatos's story； read Kristatos instead of Colombo。 It is he who breaks the stuff down into heroin and it is he who employs the couriers to take it to London。 That huge shipment was worth perhaps a million pounds to Kristatos and his men。 But do you know something； my dear James？ It cost him not one solitary cent。 Why？ Because it is a gift from Russia。 The gift of a massive and deadly projectile to be fired into the bowels of England。 The Russians can supply unlimited quantities of the charge for the projectile。 It es from their poppy fields in the Caucasus； and Albania is a convenient entrep？t。 But they have not the apparatus to fire this projectile。 The man Kristatos created the necessary apparatus； and it is he； on behalf of his masters in Russia； who pulls the trigger。 Today； between us； we have destroyed； in half an hour； the entire conspiracy。 You can now go back and tell your people in England that the traffic will cease。 You can also tell them the truth … that Italy was not the origin of this terrible underground weapon of war。 That it is our old friends the Russians。 No doubt it is some psychological warfare section of their Intelligence apparatus。 That I cannot tell you。 Perhaps； my dear James；〃 Colombo smiled encouragingly； 〃they will send you to Moscow to find out。 If that should happen； let us hope you will find some girl as charming as your friend Fraulein Lisl Baum to put you on the right road to the truth。〃
〃What do you mean 'my friend'？ She's yours。〃 Colombo shook his head。 〃My dear James； I have many friends。 You will be spending a few more days in Italy writing your report； and no doubt；〃 he chuckled； 〃checking on some of the things I have told you。 Perhaps you will also have an enjoyable half an hour explaining the facts of life to your colleagues in American Intelligence。 In between these duties you will need panionship … someone to show you the beauties of my beloved homeland。 In uncivilized countries； it is the polite custom to offer one of your wives to a man whom you love and wish to honour。 I also am uncivilized。 I have no wives； but I have many such friends as Lisl Baum。 She will not need to receive any instructions in this matter。 I have good reason to believe that she is awaiting your return this evening。〃 Colombo fished in his trousers pocket and tossed something down with a clang on the table in front of Bond。 〃Here is the good reason。〃 Colombo put his hand to his heart and looked seriously into Bond's eyes。 〃I give it to you from my heart。 Perhaps also from hers。〃
Bond picked the thing up。 It was a key with a heavy metal tag attached。 The metal tag was inscribed Albergo Danielli。 Room 68。
THE HILDEBRAND RARITY
The sting…ray was about six feet from wing…tip to wing…tip； and perhaps ten feet long from the blunt wedge of its nose to the end of its deadly tail。 It was dark grey with that violet tinge that is so often a danger signal in the underwater world。 When it rose up from the pale golden sand and swam a little distance it was as if a black towel was being waved through the water。
James Bond； his hands along his flanks and swimming with only a soft trudge of his fins； followed the black shadow across the wide palm…fringed lagoon； waiting for a shot。 He rarely killed fish except to eat； but there were exceptions … big moray eels and all the members of the scorpion…fish family。 Now he proposed to kill the sting…ray because it looked so extraordinarily evil。
It was ten o'clock in the morning of a day in April； and the lagoon； Belle Anse near the southernmost tip of Mahe； the largest island in the Seychelles group； was glassy calm。 The north…west monsoon had blown itself out months before and it would be May before the south…east monsoon brought refreshment。 Now the temperature was eighty in the shade and the humidity ninety； and in the enclosed waters of the lagoon the water was near blood heat。 Even the fish seemed to be sluggish。 A ten…pound green parrot…fish； nibbling algae from a lump of coral； paused only to roll its eyes as Bond passed overhead； and then went back to its meal。 A school of fat grey chub； swimming busily； broke courteously in half to let Bond's shadow by； and then joined up and continued on their opposite course。 A chorus line of six small squids； normally as shy as birds； did not even bother to change their camouflage at his passage。
Bond trudged lazily on； keeping the sting…ray just in sight。 Soon it would get tired or else be reassured when Bond； the big fish on the surface； did not attack。 Then it would settle on to a patch of flat sand； change its camouflage down to the palest； almost translucent grey； and； with soft undulations of its wing…tips； bury itself in the sand。
The reef was ing nearer and now there were outcrops of coral niggerheads and meadows of sea…grass。 It was like arriving in a town from open country。 Everywhere the jewelled reef fish twin