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ned back into the villa and dialled London。
The number in England picked up； as usual； on the third ring。 'Predator；' said Bond。 'Day two。'
'Dragontooth；' the voice was clear from the distant line。 'Repeat。 Dragontooth。'
'Acknowledge。' Bond put down the receiver。 So； some of the intelligentsia who burrowed away in the Regent's Park office were trying to be clever。 In his extreme youth。 Bond had read much； and his memory was almost photographic。 He called back the lines now； from Dante's Inferno from The Divine edy。
Front and centre here； Grizzly and Hellkin 。 。 。 You too； Deaudog 。 。 。 Curlybeard； lake charge of a squad of ten。 Take Grafter and Dragoniooih along with you。 Pigfusk； Catciaw。 Cramper and Crazyred。
They were some of the named demons with forked claws and rakes who tended； and goaded； the damned in their cauldron of boiling pitch。 So。 those at headquarters were now deeply influenced by the strange mystic concept of the Brotherhood of Anarchy and Secret Terrorism … BAST； the three…headed monster who rode on a viper。
'Dragontooth； James。' He had not even heard her e in through the trench windows behind him。 She had been as silent as a cat。 'Correct。 Dragontooth；' he said； thinking； 'Cat'。 Could the Pennington girl be the Cat of BAST … Saphii Boudai？
'Dragontooih；' he said again； giving Beatrice a sad smile。 Behind the smile his brain worked at the equation。 Saphii Boudai's file showed her as a dedicated terrorist from her teens。 The British authorities had been close to her on two occasions； yet she remained； like the other members of the BAST hierarchy； a ghost； an insubstantial； if deadly； figure with no true form or shape； of which there was no real description。 The Pennington girl had a history。 A good family。 He even knew her uncle； Sir Arthur Pennington； Master of Pennington Nab in the West Country。 Her cousins had both been close to him at one lime or another。 The background was impeccable。 Or was it？ Another thought struck him。
〃What's wrong； James？' Beatrice had e to him； wrapping her arms around his neck and looking into his face with her hypnotic black eyes。 The eyes seemed almost to weaken him； and their bottomless darkness drew him into her brain so that all he could sec was a possible future with her： a future free from danger and responsibility … except to her。
Bond drew back； holding Beatrice at arm's length。 'I saw someone in Forio。 Someone who shouldn't be there。'
Her face underwent a change。 Just a slight twitch of concern； but enough to reveal that this delightful girl had Ihe tough inner resources required by people in their mutual trade。 She drew him over to the couch and started to question him … her queries all aimed a！ the heart of the problem； the reason he was here。 in the villa on Ischia。 It was plain that； as well as everything else； Beairice was a skilled interrogator。
He told her everything； in its chronological sequence。 First Officer Pennington at YeXwilton； her lax sense of security； and the fact that she was to be in charge of a section of Wrens on draft to Invincible… something very much out of the norm for the Royal Navy。
〃And she knew of your drafting？' Beatrice asked。
To where？' he countered； still in control of his own sense of need…to…know； the central pin of all security matters。
'Invincible； of course； James； you don't think they would have pui me in charge of this assignment without a plele briefing。 She knew you were to be in Invincible for Landsea '89 … the Pennington girl… I mean？'
He nodded。 〃Yes； and she didn't seem to think it was something she had to keep quiet about。 Clover had access to all the draft orders。 It was like giving classified information to a gossip columnist。 She had as much idea of security； and keeping her mouth shut； as a （own crier。'
'Mmmm。' Beairice frowned； and Bond thought she even looked attractive when her face became ге…pailerned with anxiety。 'Look。 James。' she laid a hand on his thigh； which seemed to pass a current of signals to alert his most basic physical needs。 'Look； I have a secure radio…link back to the big villa。
This is something I should report now。 before it's too late。 It
won't take long。 Are you up to some menial chores； like doing vegetables for tomorrow's dinner？〃
Bond rarely bothered himself with the preparation of food。 For years it had always been something others did for you。 But he simply nodded； and went into the liltte kitchen while Beatrice left the Villa Capricciani； hurrying； her face reflecting the fact that she considered Clover Pennington's presence on the island。 and nearby； to be something of grave concern。
In the kitchen。 Bond began to prepare the vegetables； smiling wryly and thinking how M would love to see him now。 He would not have been surprised to learn that M had given Beatrice Maria da Ricci instructions to Tut Bond in his place。' He could hear the Old Man telling her that （M）7 was sometimes a shade too conscious of his class for his own good。 'Get him to do some physical jobs； like swabbing the decks of that villa。〃 It was the kind of devilment in which M would revel。
In England ihat Christmas Eve； M was down at Quarterdeck； but not at ease。 An extra secure telephone link had been installed so thai he could get information concerning Bond and his situation within seconds of it ing in to Headquarters。
Though M was naturally a solitary person； he did have relatives： a daughter； now married to an academic who worked on inprehensible and obscure pieces of European history at Cambridge。 They had provided M with two grandchildren； a boy and girl； whom he adored and spoiled in； for him； a most uncharacteristic manner。
The tree was trimmed； Mrs Davison had everything ready； and； during the previous week； M had gone； with her husband； on a spend ing…spree； most of the purchases being extravagant playthings for the grandchildren。 At Christmas。 M seemed to turn in to the reformed Scrooge…in facl； part oft he Quarterdeck Christmas ritual was a reading from Dickens' A Christmas Carol。 But； this year； M did not seem to have his heart in the preparations。 He sat in his study； unmoved by the Nine Lessons and Carols； broadcast live each year from King's College。 Cambridge。 This； in itself； was also unusual； for； in spite of his crusty； sharp manner； and weather…beaten features； Christmas usually brought out a drop of sentiment in M。
His hand seemed to leap to the telephone a second before it
rang； and he answered with a crisp； 'M。'
Bill Tanner was at the other secure end。 'Something's e through； sir。'
M nodded； not even speaking into the instrument。 There was a brief pause； then Tanner continued； 'Today we've had two contacts。 The usual change of cipher。 Then another one。 A Flash。〃
'Serious？'
〃Not sure； sir。 It's a report from Dragontooth。 It looks as though the Cat； or one of her lieutenants； is there and very much on the prowl。 The query is should we pull her； or wait for her to move？'
'No idea how big her （earn is？'
？Impossible lo id！； sir。 Maybe three。 Possibly more。 Certainly one was wounded in the not over…zealous attempt we know about。'
M sal。 silent； for a full minute。 'We need hard intelligence。 Chief of Staff。 Hard as nails。 But； if i