make…up and her nails were square…cut with a natural polish。
Altogether； Bond decided； she was a very lovely girl and beneath her reserve； a very passionate one。 And； he reflected； she might be a policewoman and an expert at jujitsu； but she also had a mole on her right breast。
With this forting thought Bond turned the whole of his attention to the conversation between Drax and Walter and made no further attempts to make friends with the girl。
Dinner ended at nine。 〃Now we will go over and introduce you to the Moonraker；〃 said Drax； rising abruptly from the table。 〃Walter will acpany us。 He has much to do。 e along； my dear Bond。〃
Without a word to Krebs or the girl he strode out of the room。 Bond and Walter followed him。
They left the house and walked across the concrete towards the distant shape on the edge of the cliff。 The moon had risen and in the distance the squat dome shone palely in its light。
A hundred yards from the site Drax stopped。 〃I will explain the geography；〃 he said。 〃Walter； you go ahead。 They will be waiting for you to have another look at those fins。 Don't worry about them； my dear fellow。 Those people at High Duty Alloys know what they're doing。 Now；〃 he turned to Bond and gestured towards the milk…white dome； 〃in there is the Moonraker。 What you see is the lid of a wide shaft that has been cut about forty foot down into the chalk。 The two halves of the dome are opened hydraulically and folded back flush with that twenty…foot wall。 If they were open now； you would see the nose of the Moonraker just protruding above the level of the wall。 Over there；〃 he pointed to a square shape that was almost out of sight in the direction of Deal； 〃is the firing point。 Concrete blockhouse。 Full of radar tracking gadgets…Doppler velocity radar and flight…path radar； for instance。 Information is fed to them by twenty telemetering channels in the nose of the rocket。 There's a big television screen in there too so that you can watch the behaviour of the rocket inside the shaft after the pumps have been started。 Another television set to follow the beginning of its climb。 Alongside the blockhouse there's a hoist down the face of the cliff。 Quite a lot of gear has been brought to the site by sea and then sent up on the hoist。
That whine you hear is from the power house over there；〃 he gestured vaguely in the direction of Dover。 〃The men's barracks and the house are protected by the blast…wall； but when we fire there won't be anyone within a mile of the site； except the Ministry experts and the BBC team who are going to be in the firing point。 Hope it'll stand up to the blast。 Walter says that the site and a lot of the concrete apron will be melted by the heat。 That's all。 Nothing else you need to know about until we get inside。 e along。〃
Bond noted again the abrupt tone of mand。 He followed in silence across the moonlit expanse until they came to the supporting wall of the dome。 A naked red bulb glowed over a steel…plated door in the wall。 It illuminated a bold sign which said in English and German ： MORTAL DANGER。 ENTRY FORBIDDEN WHEN RED LAMP SHOWS。 RING AND WAIT。
Drax pressed the button beneath the notice and there was the muffled clang of an alarm bell。 〃Might be somebody working with oxy…acetylene or doing some other delicate job；〃 he explained。 〃Take his mind off his job for a split second as somebody es in and you could have an expensive mistake。 Everybody downs tools when the bell rings and then starts up again when they see what it is。〃 Drax stood away from the door and pointed upwards to a row of four…foot wide gratings just below the top of the wall。 〃Ventilator shafts；〃 he explained。 〃Air conditioned inside to 70 degrees。〃
The door was opened by a man with a truncheon in his hand and a revolver at his hip。 Bond followed Drax through into a small anteroom。 It contained nothing but a bench and a neat row of felt slippers。
〃Have to put these on；〃 said Drax sitting down and kicking off his shoes。 〃Might slip up and knock into someone。 Better leave your coat here； too。 Seventy degrees is quite warm。〃
〃Thanks；〃 said Bond remembering the Beretta at his armpit。 〃As a matter of fact I don't feel the heat。〃
Feeling like a visitor to an operating theatre； Bond followed Drax through a municating door out on to an iron catwalk and into a blaze of spotlights that made him automatically put a hand up to his eyes as he grasped the guardrail in front of him。
When he took his hand away he was greeted by a scene of such splendour that for several minutes he stood speechless； his eyes dazzled by the terrible beauty of the greatest weapon on earth。
CHAPTER XII
THE MOONRAKER
IT WAS like being inside the polished barrel of a huge gun。 From the floor； forty feet below； rose circular walls of polished metal near the top of which he and Drax clung like two flies。 Up through the centre of the shaft； which was about thirty feet wide； soared a pencil of glistening chromium； whose point； tapering to a needle…sharp antenna； seemed to graze the roof twenty feet above their heads。
The shimmering projectile rested on a blunt cone of latticed steel which rose from the floor between the tips of three severely back…swept delta fins that looked as sharp as surgeons' scalpels。 But otherwise nothing marred the silken sheen of the fifty feet of polished chrome steel except the spidery fingers of two light gantries which stood out from the walls and clasped the waist of the rocket between thick pads of foam…rubber。
Where they touched the rocket； small access doors stood open in the steel skin and； as Bond looked down； a man crawled out of one door on to the narrow platform of the gantry and closed the door behind him with a gloved hand。 He walked gingerly along the narrow bridge to the wall and turned a handle。 There was a sharp whine of machinery and the gantry took its padded hand off the rocket and held it poised in the air like the forelegs of a praying mantis。 The whine altered to a deeper tone and the gantry slowly telescoped in on itself。 Then it reached out again and seized the rocket ten feet lower down。 Its operator crawled out along its arm and opened another small access door and disappeared inside。
〃Probably checking the fuel…feed from the after tanks；〃 said Drax。 〃Gravity feed。 Ticky bit of design。 What do you think of her？〃 He looked with pleasure at Bond's rapt expression。
〃One of the most beautiful things I've ever seen；〃 said Bond。 It was easy to talk。 There was hardly a sound in the great steel shaft and the voices of the men clustered below under the tail of the rocket were no more than a murmur。
Drax pointed upwards。 〃Warhead；〃 he explained。 〃Experimental one now。 Full of instruments。 Telemeters and so forth。 Then the gyros just opposite us here。 Then mostly fuel tanks all the way down until you get to the turbines near the tail。 Driven by superheated steam； made by deposing hydrogen peroxide。 The fuel； fluorine and hydrogen〃 （he glanced sharply at Bond。 〃That's top…secret by the way〃） 〃falls down the feed tubes and gets ignited as soon as it's forced into the motor。 Sort of controlled explosion which shoots the rocket into the air。 That steel floor under the rocket slides away。 There's a big exhaust pit underneath。 es out at the base of the cliff。 You'll see it tomorrow。 Looks like a huge cave。 When we ran a static test the other day the chalk melted and ran out into the sea like water。 Hope we don't burn down the famous white cliffs when we e to the real thing。 Like to e and have a look at the works？〃
Bond followed silently as Drax led the way down the steep iron ladder that curved down the side of the steel wall。 He felt a glow of admiration and almost of reverence for this man and his majestic achievement。 How could he ever have been put off by Drax's childish behaviour at the card…table？ Even the greatest men have their weaknesses。 Drax must have an outlet for the tension of the fantastic responsibility he was carrying。 It was clear from the conversation at dinner that he couldn't shed much on to the shoulders of his highly…strung deputy。 From him alone had to spring the vitality and confidence to buoy up his whole team。 Even in such a small thing as winning at cards it must be important to him to be constantly reassuring himself； constantly searching out omens of good fortune and success； even to the point of creating these omens for himself。 Who； Bond asked himself； wouldn't sweat and bite his nails when so much had been dared； when so much was at stake？
As they filed down the long curve of the stairway； their figures grotesquely reflected back at them by the mirror of the rocket's chromium skin； Bond almost felt the man…in the…street's affection for the man whom； only a few hours previously； he had been dissecting without pity； almost with loathing。
When they reached the steel…plated floor of the shaft； Drax paused and looked up。 Bond followed his eyes。 Seen from that angle it seemed as if they were gazing up a thin straight shaft of light into the blazing heaven of the arcs； a shaft of light that was not pure white but a shot mother…of…pearl satin。 There were shimmers of red in it picked up from the crimson canisters of a giant foam fire…extinguisher