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Slowly the little underwater world within Bond's vision began to take him for granted。 A small octopus that had been camouflaged as a piece of coral revealed its presence and groped carefully down towards the sand。 The blue and yellow langouste came a few steps out from under the rock； wondering about him。 Some； very small fish like minnows nibbled at his legs and toes； tickling。 Bond broke a sea…egg for them and they darted to the better meal。 Bond lifted his head。 Mr Krest； holding the flat can； was twenty yards away to Bond's right。 He would soon begin pouring； when Bond gave the sign； so that the liquid would get a good wide spread over the surface。
〃Okay？〃 called Mr Krest。
Bond shook his head。 〃I'll raise my thumb when he's back here。 Then you'll have to pour fast。〃
〃Okay； Jim。 You're at the bomb…sight。〃
Bond put his head down。 There was the little munity； everyone busied with his affairs。 Soon； to get one fish that someone vaguely wanted in a museum five thousand miles away； a hundred； perhaps a thousand small people were going to die。 When Bond gave the signal； the shadow of death would e down on the stream。 How long would the poison last？ How far would it travel on down the reef？ Perhaps it would not be thousands but tens of thousands that would die。
A small trunk…fish appeared； its tiny fins whirring like propellers。 A rock beauty； gorgeous in gold and red and black； pecked at the sand； and a pair of the inevitable black and yellow striped sergeant…majors materialized from nowhere； attracted by the scent of the broken sea…egg。
Inside the reef； who was the predator in the world of small fishes？ Who did they fear？ Small barracuda？ An occasional bill…fish？ Now； a big； a fully grown predator； a man called Krest； was standing in the wings； waiting。 And this one wasn't even hungry。 He was just going to kill … almost for fun。
Two brown legs appeared in Bond's vision。 He looked up。 It was Fidele Barbey with a big creel strapped to his chest； and long…handled landing…net。
Bond lifted his mask。 〃I feel like the bomb…aimer at Nagasaki。〃
〃Fish are cold…blooded。 They don't feel anything。〃
〃How do you know？ I've heard them scream when they're hurt。〃
Barbey said indifferently： 〃They won't be able to scream with this stuff。 It strangles them。 What's eating you？ They're only fish。〃
〃I know； I know。〃 Fidele Barbey had spent his life killing animals and fish。 While he； Bond； had some times not hesitated to kill men。 What was he fussing about？ He hadn't minded killing the sting…ray。 Yes； but that was an enemy fish。 These down here were friendly people。 People？ The pathetic fallacy！
〃Hey！〃 came the voice of Mr Krest。 〃What's goin on over there？ This ain't no time for chewing the fat。 Get that head down； Jim。〃
Bond pulled down his mask and lay again on the surface。 At once he saw the beautiful red shadow ing out of the far mists。 The fish swam fast up to him as if it now took him for granted。 It lay below him； looking up。 Bond said into his mask： 〃Get away from here； damn you。〃 He gave a sharp jab at the fish with his harpoon。 The fish fled back into the mist。 Bond lifted his head and angrily raised his thumb。 It was a ridiculous and petty act of sabotage of which he was already ashamed。 The dark brown oily liquid was pouring out on to the surface of the lagoon。 There was time to stop Mr Krest before it was all gone … time to give him another chance at the Hildebrand Rarity。 Bond stood and watched until the last drop was tilted out。 To hell with Mr Krest！
Now the stuff was creeping slowly down on the current … a shiny； spreading stain which reflected the blue sky with a metallic glint。 Mr Krest； the giant reaper； was wading down with it。 〃Get set； fellers；〃 he called cheerfully。 〃It's right up with you now。〃
Bond put his head back under the surface。 Every thing was as before in the little munity。 And then； with stupefying suddenness； everyone went mad。 It was as if they had all been seized with St Vitus's dance。 Several fish looped the loop crazily and then fell like heavy leaves to the sand。 The moray eel came slowly out of the hole in the coral； its jaws wide。 It stood carefully upright on its tail and gently toppled side ways。 The small langouste gave three kicks of its tail and turned over on its back； and the octopus let go its hold of the coral and drifted to the bottom upside down。 And then into the arena drifted the corpses from up…stream … whitebellied fish； shrimps； worms； hermit crabs； spotted and green morays； langoustes of all sizes。 As if blown by some light breeze of death the clumsy bodies； their colours already fading； swept slowly past。 A five…pound bill…fish struggled by with snapping beak； fighting death。 Down…reef there were splashes on the surface as still bigger fish tried to make for safety。 One by one； before Bond's eyes； the sea…urchins dropped off the rocks to make black ink…blots on the sand。
Bond felt a touch on his shoulder。 Mr Krest's eyes were bloodshot with the sun and glare。 He had put white sunburn paste on his lips。 He shouted impatiently at Bond's mask； 〃Where in hell's our goddam fish？〃
Bond lifted his mask。 〃Looks as if it managed to get away just before the stuff came down。 I'm still watching for it。〃
He didn't wait to hear Mr Krest's reply but got his head quickly under water again。 Still more carnage； still more dead bodies。 But surely the stuff had passed by now。 Surely the area was safe just in case the fish； his fish because he had saved it； came back again！ He stiffened。 In the far mists there was a pink flash。 It had gone。 Now it was back again。 Idly the Hildebrand Rarity swam towards him through the maze of channels between the broken outposts of the reef。
Not caring about Mr Krest； Bond raised his free hand out of the water and brought it down with a sharp slap。 Still the fish came。 Bond shifted the safe on his harpoon…gun and fired it in the direction of the fish。 No effect。 Bond put his feet down and began to walk towards the fish through the scattering of corpses。 The beautiful red and black fish seemed to pause and quiver。 Then it shot straight through the water towards Bond and dived down to the sand at his feet and lay still。 Bond only had to bend to pick it up。 There was not even a last flap from the tail。 It just filled Bond's hand； lightly pricking the palm with the spiny black dorsal fin。 Bond carried it back under…water so as to preserve its colours。 When he got to Mr Krest he said 〃Here；〃 and handed him the small fish。 Then he swam away towards the shore。
That evening； with the Wawekrest heading for home down the path of a huge yellow moon； Mr Krest gave orders for what he called a 'wingding'。 〃Gotta celebrate； Liz。 This is terrific； a terrific day。 Cleaned up the last target and we can get the hell out of these goddam Seychelles and get on back to civilization。 What say we make it to Mombasa when we've taken on board the tortoise and that goddam parrot？ Fly to Nairobi and pick up a big plane for Rome； Venice； Paris … anywheres you care for。 What say； treasure？〃 He squeezed her chin and cheeks in his big hand and made the pale lips pout。 He kissed them drily。 Bond watched the girl's eyes。 They had shut tight。 Mr Kre