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She looked up. There were tears in her eyes. Were they the tears of a child
found out? But there was no trace of guilt in her face. She only looked
terrified of something.
She reached out a hand and then drew it back. `You aren't going to throw me
off the train now you've got the machine?'
`Of course not,' Bond said impatiently. `Don't be idiotic. But we must know
what these men are doing.
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What's it all about? Did you know they were going to be on the train?' He
tried to read some clue in her expression. He could only see a great relief.
And what else? A look of calculation? Or reserve? Yes, she was hiding
something. But what?
Tatiana seemed to make up her mind. Brusquely she wiped the back of her hand
across her eyes. She reached forward and put the hand on his knee. The streak
of tears showed on the back of the hand. She looked into Bond's eyes, forcing
him to believe her.
`James,' she said. `I did not know these men were on the train. I was told
they were leaving today. For
Germany. I assumed they would fly. That is all I can tell you. Until we arrive
in England, out of reach of my people, you must not ask me more. I have done
what I said I would. I am here with the machine.
Have faith in me. Do not be afraid for us. I am certain these men do not mean
us harm. Absolutely certain. Have faith.' (Was she so certain, wondered
Tatiana? Had the Klebb woman told her all the truth? But she also must have
faith faith in the orders she had been given. These men must be the guards to
see that she didn't get off the train. They could mean no harm. Later, when
they got to London, this man would hide her away out of reach of SMERSH and
she would tell him everything he wanted to know. She had already decided this
in the back of her mind. But God knew what would happen if she betrayed Them
now. They would somehow get her, and him. She knew it. There were no secrets
from these people. And They would have no mercy. So long as she played out her
role, all would be well.)
Tatiana watched Bond's face for a sign that he believed her.
Bond shrugged his shoulders. He stood up. `I don't know what to think,
Tatiana,' he said. `You are
keeping something from me, but I think it's something you don't know is
important. And I believe you think we are safe. We may be. It may be a
coincidence that these men are on the train. I must talk to
Kerim and decide what to do. Don't worry. We will look after you. But now we
must be very careful.'
Bond looked round the compartment. He tried the communicating door with the
next coupe. It was locked. He decided to wedge it when the conductor had gone.
He would do the same for the door into the passage. And he would have to stay
awake. So much for the honeymoon on wheels! Bond smiled grimly to himself and
rang for the conductor. Tatiana was looking anxiously up at him. `Don't worry,
Tania,' he said again. `Don't worry about anything. Go to bed when the man has
gone. Don't open the door unless you know it's me. I will sit up tonight and
watch. Perhaps tomorrow it will be easier. I will make a plan with Kerim. He
is a good man.'
The conductor knocked. Bond let him in and went out into the corridor. Kerim
was still there gazing out.
The train had picked up speed and was hurtling through the night, its harsh
melancholy whistle echoing back at them from the walls of a deep cutting
against the sides of which the lighted carriage windows flickered and danced.
Kerim didn't move, but his eyes in the mirror of the window were watchful.
Bond told him of the conversation. It was not easy to explain to Kerim why he
trusted the girl as he did.
He watched the mouth in the window curl ironically as he tried to describe
what he had read in her eyes and what his intuition told him.
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Kerim sighed resignedly. `James,' he said, `you are now in charge. This is
your part of the operation. We have already argued most of this out today the
danger of the train, the possibility of getting the machine home in the
diplomatic bag, the integrity, or otherwise, of this girl. It certainly
appears that she has surrendered unconditionally to you. At the same time you
admit that you have surrendered to her.
Perhaps only partially. But you have decided to trust her. In this morning's
telephone talk with M he said that he would back your decision. He left it to
you. So be it. But he didn't know we were to have an escort of three M.G.B.
men. Nor did we. And I think that would have changed all our views. Yes?'
`Yes.'
`Then the only thing to do is eliminate these three men. Get them off the
train. God knows what they're here for. I don't believe in coincidences any
more than you. But one thing is certain. We are not going to share the train
with these men. Right?'
`Of course.'
`Then leave it to me. At least for tonight. This is still my country and I
have certain powers in it. And plenty of money. I cannot afford to kill them.
The train would be delayed. You and the girl might get involved. But I shall
arrange something. Two of them have sleeping berths. The senior man with the
moustache and the little pipe is next door to you here, in No. 6.' He gestured
backwards with his head.
`He is travelling on a German passport under the name of ``Melchior Benz,
salesman''. The dark one, the
Armenian, is in No. 12. He, too, has a German passport ``Kurt Goldfarb,
construction engineer''. They have through tickets to Paris. I have seen their
documents. I have a police card. The conductor made no trouble. He has all the
tickets and passports in his cabin. The third man, the man with a boil on the
back of his neck, turns out also to have boils on his face. A stupid, ugly
looking brute. I have not seen his passport. He is travelling sitting up in
the first-class, in the next compartment to me. He does not have to surrender
his passport until the frontier. But he has surrendered his ticket.' Like a
conjuror, Kerim flicked a yellow first-class ticket out of his coat pocket. He
slipped it back. He grinned proudly at Bond.
`How the hell?'
Kerim chuckled. `Before he settled down for the night, this dumb ox went to
the lavatory. I was standing in the corridor and I suddenly remembered how we
used to steal rides on the train when I was a boy. I
gave him a minute. Then I walked up and rattled the lavatory door. I hung on
to the handle very tight.
``Ticket collector,'' I said in a loud voice. ``Tickets please.'' I said it in
French and again in German.
There was a mumble from inside. I felt him try to open the door. I hung on
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