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slowly to his feet。 He looked squarely down the table at Blofeld。 His big； rough hands hung relaxed at the seams of his trousers。 Blofeld appeared to answer his gaze； but in fact he was noting the reaction of the Corsican next to No。 7； No。 12； Pierre Borraud。 This man sat directly facing Blofeld at the far end of the long table。 It was his eyes that had been evasive during the meeting。 Now they were not。 Now they were relaxed； assured。 Whatever the eyes had feared had passed。
Blofeld addressed the pany。 〃This operation； you will recall； involved the kidnaping of the seventeen…year…old daughter of Magnus Blomberg； owner of the Principality Hotel in Las Vegas and participant in other American enterprises through his membership of the Detroit Purple Gang。 The girl was abducted from her father's suite in the Hotel de Paris in Monte Carlo and taken by sea to Corsica。 This part of the operation was executed by the Corsican section。 One million dollars ransom was demanded。 Mr。 Blomberg was willing and； in accordance with the instructions of SPECTRE； the money in an inflated life raft was dropped at dusk off the Italian coast near San Remo。 At nightfall the raft was recovered by the ship operated by our Sicilian section。 This section is to be mended for detecting the transistorized radio transmitter concealed in the raft which it was intended should allow a unit of the French Navy to direction…find our ship and hunt it down。 On receipt of the ransom money； and in accordance with our undertaking； the girl was returned to her parents apparently suffering from no ill effects except for the hair dye that had been necessary to transfer her from Corsica to a wagon…lit in the Blue Train from Marseilles。 I say ‘apparently。' From a source in the police missariat at Nice； I now learn that the girl was violated during her captivity in Corsica。〃 Blofeld paused to allow this intelligence time to sink in。 He continued。 〃It is the parents who maintain that she was violated。 It is possible that only carnal knowledge； with her consent； was involved。 No matter。 This organization undertook that the girl would be returned undamaged。 Without splitting hairs about the effect of sexual knowledge on a girl； I am of the opinion that； whether the act was voluntary or involuntary on the girl's part； she was returned to her parents in a damaged； or at least used； condition。〃 Blofeld rarely employed gestures。 Now he slowly opened the left hand that lay on the table。 He said； in the same even tone of voice； 〃We are a large and powerful organization。 I am not concerned with morals or ethics； but members will be aware that I desire； and most strongly remend； that SPECTRE shall conduct itself in a superior fashion。 There is no discipline in SPECTRE except self…discipline。 We are a dedicated fraternity whose strength lies entirely in the strength of each member。 Weakness in one member is the deathwatch beetle in the total structure。 You are aware of my views in this matter； and on the occasions when cleansing has been necessary you have approved my action。 In this case； I have already done what I considered necessary vis…a…vis this girl's family。 I have returned half a million dollars with an appropriate note of apology。 This despite the matter of the radio transmitter which was a breach of our contract with the family。 I dare say they knew nothing of the ruse。 It was typical police behavior…a pattern that I was expecting。 The dividend for all of us from this operation will be correspondingly reduced。 Regarding the culprit； I have satisfied myself that he is guilty。 I have decided on the appropriate action。〃
Blofeld looked down the table。 His eyes were fixed on the man standing…on No。 7。 The Corsican； Marius Domingue； looked back at him steadily。 He knew he was innocent。 He knew who was guilty。 His body was still with tension。 But it was not fear。 He had faith； as they all had； in the rightness of Blofeld。 He could not understand why he had been singled out as a target for all the eyes that were now upon him； but Blofeld had decided； and Blofeld was always right。
Blofeld noted the man's courage and sensed the reasons for it。 He also observed the sweat shining on the face of No。 12； the man alone at the head of the table。 Good！ The sweat would improve the contact。
Under the table； Blofeld's right hand came up off his thigh； found the knob； and pulled the switch。
The body of Pierre Borraud； seized in the iron fist of 3000 volts； arced in the airchair as if it had been kicked in the back。 The rough mat of black hair rose sharply straight up on his head and remained upright； a gollywog fringe for the contorted； bursting face。 The eyes glared wildly and then faded。 A blackened tongue slowly protruded between the snarling teeth and remained hideously extended。 Thin wisps of smoke rose from under the hands； from the middle of the back； and from under the thighs where the concealed electrodes in the chair had made contact。 Blofeld pulled back the switch。 The lights in the room that had dimmed to orange； making a dull supernatural glow； brightened to normal。 The roasted…meat and burned…fabric smell spread slowly。 The body of No。 12 crumpled horribly。 There was a sharp crack as the chin hit the edge of the table。 It was all over。
Blofeld's soft； even voice broke the silence。 He looked down the table at No。 7。 He noted that the stanch； impassive stance had not quavered。 This was a good man with good nerves。 Blofeld said； 〃Sit down； No。 7。 I am satisfied with your conduct。〃 （Satisfaction was Blofeld's highest expression of praise。） 〃It was necessary to distract the attention of No。 12。 He knew that he was under suspicion。 There might have been an untidy scene。〃
Some of the men round the table nodded their understanding。 As usual； Blofeld's reasoning made good sense。 No one was greatly perturbed or surprised by what he had witnessed。 Blofeld always exercised his authority； meted out justice； in full view of the members。 There had been two previous occasions of this nature； both at similar meetings and both on security or disciplinary grounds which affected the cohesion； the inner strength； of the whole team。 In one； the offender had been shot by Blofeld through the heart with a thick needle fired from a pressed…air pistol…no mean feat at around twelve paces。 In the other； the guilty man； who had been seated next to Blofeld on his left hand； had been garroted with a wire noose casually flicked over his head and then； with two swift steps by Blofeld； pulled tight over the back of the man's chair。 Those two deaths had been just； necessary。 So had this death； the third。 Now； the members； ignoring the heap of death at the end of the table； settled in their chairs。 It was time to get back to business。
Blofeld snapped shut the gold vinaigrette and slipped it into a waistcoat pocket。 〃The Corsican section；〃 he said softly； 〃will put forward remendations for a replacement for No。 12。 But that can wait until after pletion of Plan Omega。 On this matter； there are certain details to be discussed。 Sub…operator G； recruited by the German section； has made an error； a serious error which radically affects our time table。 This man； whose membe