shots a day dosage； and this of course merely increases his feeling of persecution。
'In this way murder bees an act of self…defence； virtuous and justified； and it will readily be seen what a dangerous weapon it can bee in the handling and direction of organized crime by a 〃master…mind〃。
Thilopon has been traced as the motive power behind the notorious Bar Mecca murder case and as a result of that unpleasant affair the police rounded up more than 5000 purveyors of the drug in a matter of weeks。
'As usual Korean nationals are being blamed。。。〃
Suddenly Bond rebelled。 What the hell was he doing reading all this stuff？ When would he conceivably require to know about a Japanese murder…drug called Philopon？
Inattentively he skimmed through the remaining pages； ticked himself off the distribution slip； and threw the docket into his out…tray。
His headache was still sitting over his right eye as if it had been nailed there。 He opened one of the drawers of his desk and took out a bottle of Phensic。 He considered asking his secretary for a glass of water； but he disliked being cossetted。 With distaste he crunched two tablets between his teeth and swallowed down the harsh powder。
Then he lit a cigarette and got up and stood by the window。 He looked across the green panorama far below him and； without seeing it； let his eyes wander aimlessly along the jagged horizon of London while his mind focused on the strange events of the night before。
And the more he thought about it； the stranger it all seemed。
Why should Drax； a millionaire； a public hero； a man with a unique position in the country； why should this remarkable man cheat at cards？ What could he achieve by it？ What could he prove to himself？ Did he think that he was so much a law unto himself； so far above the mon herd and their puny canons of behaviour that he could spit in the face of public opinion？
Bond's mind paused。 Spit in their faces。 That just about described his manner at Blades。 The bination of superiority and scorn。 As if he was dealing with human muck so far beneath contempt that there was no need to put up even a pretence of decent behaviour in its pany。
Presumably Drax enjoyed gambling。 Perhaps it eased the tensions in him； the tensions that showed in his harsh voice； his nail…biting； the constant sweating。 But he mustn't lose。 It would be contemptible to lose to these inferior people。 So； at whatever risk； he must cheat his way to victory。 As for the possibility of detection； presumably he thought that he could bluster his way out of any corner。 If he thought about it at all。 And people with obsessions； reflected Bond； were blind to danger。 They even courted it in a perverse way。 Kleptomaniacs would try to steal more and more difficult objects。 Sex maniacs would parade their importunities as if they were longing to be arrested。 Pyromaniacs often made no attempt to avoid being linked with their fire…raising。
But what obsession was it that was consuming this man？ What was the origin of the pulsive urge that was driving him down the steep hill into the sea？
All the signs pointed to paranoia。 Delusions of grandeur and； behind that； of persecution。 The contempt in his face。 The bullying voice。 The expression of secret triumph with which he had met defeat after a moment of bitter collapse。 。 The triumph of the maniac who knows that whatever the facts may say he is right。 Whoever may try to thwart him he can overe。 For him there is no defeat because of his secret power。 He knows how to make gold。 He can fly like a bird。 He is almighty…the man in the padded cell who is God。 Yes； thought Bond； gazing blindly out over Regent's Park。 That is the solution。 Sir Hugo Drax is a raving paranoiac。 That is the power which has driven him on； by devious routes； to make his millions。 That is the mainspring of the gift to England of this giant rocket that will annihilate our enemies。 Thanks to the all…powerful Drax。
But who can tell how near to breaking…point this man is？ Who has penetrated behind that bluster； behind all that red hair on his face； who has read the signs as more than the effect of his humble origins or of sensitivity about his war wounds？
Apparently no one。 Then was he； Bond； right in his analysis？ What was it based on？ Was this glimpse through a shuttered window into a man's soul sufficient evidence？ Perhaps others had caught such a glimpse。 Perhaps there had been other moments of supreme tension in Singapore； Hong Kong； Nigeria； Tangier； when some merchant sitting across a table from Drax had noticed the sweat and the bitten nails and the red blaze of the eyes in the face from which all the blood had suddenly been drained。
If one had time； thought Bond； one ought to seek those people out； if they existed； and really find out about this man； perhaps get him in the killing…bottle before it was too late。
Too late？ Bond smiled to himself。 What was he being so dramatic about？ What had this man done to him？ Made him a present of ￡15；000。 Bond shrugged。 It was none of his business anyway。 But that last remark of his； 'Spend it quickly； mander Bond。' What had he meant by that？ It must be those words； Bond reflected； that had stayed in the back of his mind and made him ponder so carefully over the problem of Drax。
Bond turned brusquely away from the window。 To hell with it； he thought。 I'm getting obsessed myself。 Now then。 Fifteen thousand pounds。 A miraculous windfall。 All right then； he would spend it quickly。 He sat down at his desk and picked up a pencil。 He thought for a moment and then wrote carefully on a memorandum pad headed 'Top Secret'：
（1） Rolls…Bentley Convertible； say ￡5000。
（2） Three diamond clips at ￡250 each； ￡750。
He paused。 That still left nearly ￡10；000。 Some clothes； paint the flat； a set of the new Henry Cotton irons； a few dozen of the Taittinger champagne。 But those could wait。 He would go that afternoon and buy the clips and talk to Bentleys。 Put all the rest into gold shares。 Make a fortune。 Retire。
In angry protest the red telephone splintered the silence 〃Can you e up？ M。 wants you。〃 It was the Chief of Staff； speaking urgently。
〃ing；〃 said Bond； suddenly alert。 〃Any clue？〃
〃Search me；〃 said the Chief of Staff。 〃Hasn't touched his signals yet。 Been over at the Yard and the Ministry of Supply all the morning。〃
He rang off。
CHAPTER IX
TAKE IT FROM HERE
A FEW minutes later Bond was walking through the familiar door and the green light had gone on over the entrance。 M。 looked sharply at him。 〃You look pretty dreadful； 007；〃 he said。 〃Sit down。〃
It's business； thought Bond； his pulse quickening。 No Christian names today。 He sat down。 M。 was studying some pencilled notes on a scratch…pad。 He looked up。 His eyes were no longer interested in Bond。
〃Trouble down at Drax's plant last night；〃 he said。 〃Double killing。 Police tried to get hold of Drax。 Didn't think of Blades apparently。 Caught up with him when he got back to the Ritz about half…past one this morning。 Two men from the Moonraker got shot in a public house near the plant。 Both dead。 Drax told the police he couldn't care less and then hung up。 Typical of the man。 He's down there now。 Taking the thing a bit more seriously； I gather。〃
〃Curious coincidence；〃 said Bond thoughtfully。 〃But where do we e in； sir？ Isn't it a police job？〃
〃Partly；〃 said M。； 〃but it happens that we're responsible for a lot of the key personnel down there。 Germans；〃 he added。 〃I'd better explain。〃 He looked down at his pad。 〃It's an RAF establishment and the cover…plan is that it's part of the big radar network along the East Coast。 The RAF are responsible for guarding the perimeter and the Ministry of Supply only has authority at the centre where the work is going on。 It's on the edge of the cliffs between Dover and Deal。 The whole area covers about a thousand acres； but the site itself is about two hundred。 On the site there are only Drax and fifty…two others left。 All the construction team have gone。〃
Pack of cards and a joker； reflected Bond。 〃Fifty of these are Germans；〃 continued M。 〃More or less all the guided missile experts the Russians didn't get。 Drax paid for them to e over here and work on the Moonraker。 Nobody was very happy with the arrangement but there was no alternative。 The Ministry of Supply couldn't spare any of their experts from Woomera。 Drax had to find his men where he could。 To strengthen the RAF security people； the Ministry of Supply appointed their own security officer to live on the site。 Man called Major Tallon。〃
M。 paused and looked up at the ceiling。
〃He was one of the two who got killed last night。 Shot by one of the Germans； who then shot himself。〃
M。 lowered his eyes and looked at Bond。 Bond said nothing； waiting for the rest of the story。
〃It happened in a public house near the site。 Plenty of witnesses。 Apparently it's an inn on the edge of the site that is in bounds to the men。 Must have somewhere to go to； I suppose。〃 M。 paused。 He kept his eyes on Bond。 〃Now you asked where we e in on all this。 We e in because we cleared this particular German； and all the others； before they were allowed to e over here。 We've got the dossiers of all of them。 So when this happened the firs