‘007,’ he said at last, ‘I don’t like any part of this. There’s something going on down there but I can’t for the life of me make any sense out of it. And I don’t see where I can possibly interfere. All the facts are known to the Special Branch and to the Ministry and, God knows, I’ve got nothing to add to them. Even if I had a word with the P.M., which would be damned unfair on Vallance, what am I to tell him? What facts? What’s it all about? There’s nothing but the smell of it all. And it’s a bad smell. And,’ he added, ‘a very big one, if I’m not mistaken.
‘No,’ he looked across at Bond and his eyes held an unusual note of urgency. ‘It looks as if it’s all up to you. And that girl. You’re lucky she’s a good one. Anything you want? Anything I can do to help?’
‘No, thank you, sir,’ Bond had said and he had walked out through the familiar corridors and down in the lift to his own office where he had terrified Loelia Ponsonby by giving her a kiss as he said good-night. The only times he ever did that were at Christmas, on her birthday, and just before there was something dangerous to be done.
Bond drank down the rest of his Martini and looked at his watch. Now it was eight o’clock and suddenly he shivered.
He got straight up from his table and walked out to the telephone.
The switchboard at the Yard said that the Assistant Commissioner had been trying to reach him. He had had to go to a dinner at the Mansion House. Could Commander Bond please stay by the telephone? Bond waited impatiently. All his fears surged up at him from the chunk of black bakelite. He could see the rows of polite faces. The uniformed waiter slowly edging his way round to Vallance. The quickly pulled-back chair. The unobtrusive exit. Those echoing stone lobbies. The discreet booth.
The telephone screamed at him. ‘That you, Bond? Vallance here. Seen anything of Miss Brand?’
Bond’s heart went cold. ‘No,’ he said sharply. ‘She’s half an hour late for dinner. Didn’t she turn up at six?’
‘No, and I’ve had a “trace” sent out and there’s no sign of her at the usual address she stays at when she comes to London. None of her friends have seen her. If she left in Drax’s car at two-thirty she should have been in London by half-past four. There’s been no crash on the Dover road during the afternoon and the A.A. and the R.A.C. are negative.’ There was a pause. ‘Now listen.’ There was urgent appeal in Vallance’s voice. ‘She’s a good girl that, and I don’t want anything to happen to her. Can you handle it for me? I can’t put out a general call for her. The killing down there has made her news and we’d have the whole Press round our ears. It will be even worse after ten tonight. Downing Street are issuing a communiqué about the practice shoot and tomorrow’s papers are going to be nothing but Moonraker. The P.M.’s going to broadcast. Her disappearance would turn the whole thing into a crime story. Tomorrow’s too important for that and anyway the girl may have had a fainting fit or something. But I want her found. Well? What do you say? Can you handle it? You can have all the help you want. I’ll tell the Duty Officer that he’s to accept your orders.’
‘Don’t worry,’ said Bond. ‘Of course I’ll look after it.’ He paused, his mind racing. ‘Just tell me something. What do you know about Drax’s movements?’
‘He wasn’t expected at the Ministry until seven,’ said Vallance. ‘I left word … ’ There was a confused noise on the line and Bond heard Vallance say ‘Thanks’. He came back on the line. ‘Just got a report passed on by the City police,’ he said. ‘The Yard couldn’t get me on the ’phone. Talking to you. Let’s see,’ he read, ‘“Sir Hugo Drax arrived Ministry 1900 left at 2000. Left message dining at Blades if wanted. Back at site 2300.” ’ Vallance commented: ‘That means he’ll be leaving London about nine. Just a moment.’ He read on: ‘ “Sir Hugo stated Miss Brand felt unwell on arrival in London but at her request he left her at Victoria Station bus terminal at 16.45. Miss Brand stated she would rest with some friends, address unknown, and contact Sir Hugo at Ministry at 1900. She had not done so.” And that’s all,’ said Vallance. ‘Oh, by the way, we made the inquiry about Miss Brand on your behalf. Said you had arranged to meet her at six and she hadn’t turned up.’
‘Yes,’ said Bond, his thoughts elsewhere. ‘That doesn’t seem to get us anywhere. I’ll have to get busy. Just one more thing. Has Drax got a place in London, flat or anything like that?’
‘He always stays at the Ritz nowadays,’ said Vallance. ‘Sold his house in Grosvenor Square when he moved down to Dover. But we happen to know he’s got some sort of an establishment in Ebury Street. We checked there. But there was no answer to the bell and my man said the house looked unoccupied. Just behind Buckingham Palace. Some sort of hideout of his. Keeps it very quiet. Probably takes his women there. Anything else? I ought to be getting back or all this big brass will think the Crown Jewels have been stolen.’
