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A hand took one of his。 But Domino's eyes behind her mask were somewhere else。 They were blank； lost。 She was ill！ What was the matter with her？ Bond was suddenly awake again。 His eyes took in the blood patches on her bathing dress； the angry red marks on her body between the scraps of bikini。 They would both die； standing there； unless he did something about it。 Slowly his leaden legs began to stir the black fins。 They were moving up。 It wasn't so difficult after all。 And now； vaguely； her own fins were helping。
The two bodies reached the surface together and lay； face downward； in the shallow troughs of the waves。
The oyster light of dawn slowly turned pink。 It was going to be a beautiful day。
24。 〃Take It Easy； Mr。 Bond〃
Felix Leiter came into the white； antiseptic room and closed the door conspiratorially behind him。 He came and stood beside the bed where Bond lay on the edge of drugged sleep。 〃How's it going； feller？〃
〃Not bad。 Just doped。〃
〃Doctor said I wasn't to see you。 But I thought you might care to hear the score。 Okay？〃
〃Sure。〃 Bond struggled to concentrate。 He didn't really care。 All he could think about was the girl。
〃Well； I'll make it quick。 Doctor's just doing his rounds and I'll get hell if he finds me here。 They've recovered both bombs； and Kotze…the physicist chap…is singing like a bird。 Seems SPECTRE'S a bunch of really big…time hoodlums…ex…operators of SMERSH； the Mafia； the Gestapo…all the big outfits。 Headquarters in Paris。 Top man's called Blofeld； but the bastard got away…or anyway they haven't caught up with him yet； according to C。I。A。 Probably Largo's radio silence warned him。 Must be quite a Mister Genius。 Kotze says SPECTRE'S banked millions of dollars since they got going five or six years ago。 This job was going to be the final haul。 You were right about Miami。 It was going to be Target No。 2。 Same sort of operation。 They were going to plant the second bomb in the yacht basin。 Bond smiled weakly。 〃So now everybody's happy。〃 〃Oh； sure。 Except me。 Haven't been able to get away from my damned radio until now。 Valves were almost blowing。 And there's a pile of cipher stuff from M just longing for you to get around to it。 Thank God the top brass from C。I。A。 and a team from your outfit are flying in this evening to take charge。 Then we can hand over and watch our two Governments getting snarled up over the epilogue… what to tell the public； what to do with these SPECTRE guys； whether to make you a lord or a duke； how to persuade me to run for President…tricky little details like that。 And then we'll damned well get away and have ourselves a ball some place。 Maybe you'd care to take that girl along？ Hell； she's the one that rates the medals！ The guts！ They cottoned onto her Geiger counter。 God knows what that bastard Largo did to her。 But she didn't sing…not a damned word！ Then； when the team was under way； she somehow got herself out of the cabin porthole； with her gun and aqualung； and went to get him。 Got him； and saved your life into the bargain！ I swear I'll never call a girl a ‘frail' again…not an Italian girl； anyway。 Leiter cocked an ear。 He moved swiftly to the door。 〃Hell； there's that damned medic gumshoeing down the corridor！ Be seeing you； James。〃 He quickly turned the door handle； listened for a moment； and slipped out of the room。
Feebly； desperately； Bond called； 〃Wait！ Felix！ Felix！〃 But the door had closed。 Bond sank back and lay staring at the ceiling。 Slowly anger boiled up inside him…and panic。 Why in hell didn't someone tell him about the girl？ What the hell did he care about all the rest？ Was she all right？ Where was she？ Was she 。 。 。
The door opened。 Bond jerked himself upright。 He shouted furiously at the white…coated figure； 〃The girl。 How is she？ Quick！ Tell me！〃
Dr。 Stengel； the fashionable doctor of Nassau； was not only fashionable but a good doctor。 He was one of the Jewish refugee doctors who； but for Hitler； would have been looking after some big hospital in a town the size of Düsseldorf。 Instead； rich and grateful patients had built a modern clinic for him in Nassau where he treated the natives for shillings and the millionaires and their wives for ten guineas a visit。 He was more used to handling overdoses of sleeping pills and the ailments of the rich and old than multiple abrasions； curare poisoning； and odd wounds that looked more as if they belonged to the days of the pirates。 But these were Government orders； and under the Official Secrets Act at that。 Dr。 Stengel hadn't asked any questions about his patients； nor about the sixteen autopsies he had had to perform； six for Americans from the big submarine； and ten； including the corpse of the owner； from the fine yacht that had been in harbor for so long。
Now he said carefully； 〃Miss Vitali will be all right。 For the moment she is suffering from shock。 She needs rest。〃 〃What else？ What was the matter with her？〃 〃She had swum a long way。 She was not in a condition to undertake such a physical strain。〃 〃Why not？〃
The doctor moved toward the door。 〃And now you too must rest。 You have been through much。 You will take one of those hypnotics once every six hours。 Yes？ And plenty of sleep。 You will soon be on your feet again。 But for some time you must take it easy； Mr。 Bond。〃 Take it easy。 You must take it easy； Mr。 Bond。 Where had he heard those idiotic words before？ Suddenly Bond was raging with fury。 He lurched out of bed。 In spite of the sudden giddiness； he staggered toward the doctor。 He shook a fist in the urbane face…urbane because the doctor was used to the emotional storms of patients； and because he knew that in minutes the strong soporific would put Bond out for hours。 〃Take it easy！ God damn you！ What do you know about taking it easy？ Tell me what's the matter with that girl！ Where is she？ What's the number of her room？〃 Bond's hands fell limply to his sides。 He said feebly； 〃For God's sake tell me； Doctor。 I； I need to know。〃
Dr。 Stengel said patiently； kindly； 〃Someone has ill…treated her。 She is suffering from burns…many burns。 She is still in great pain。 But〃…he waved a reassuring hand…〃inside she is well。 She is in the next room； in No。 4。 You may see her； but only for a minute。 Then she will sleep。 And so will you。 Yes？〃 He held open the door。
〃Thank you。 Thank you； Doctor。〃 Bond walked out of the room with faltering steps。 His blasted legs were beginning to give again。 The doctor watched him go to the door of No。 4； watched him open it and close it again behind him with the exaggerated care of a drunken man。 The doctor went off along the corridor thinking： It won't do him any harm and it may do her some good。 It is what she needs…some tenderness。
Inside the small room； the jalousies threw bands of light and shadow over the bed。 Bond staggered over to the bed and knelt down beside it。 The small head on the pillow turned toward him。 A hand came out and grasped his hair； pulling his head closer to her。 Her voice said huskily； 〃You are to stay here。 Do you understand？ You are not to go away。〃
When Bond didn't answer； she feebly shook his head to and fro； 〃Do you hear me； James？ Do yo