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 e 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 AA and the RAC 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 munique about the practice shoot and tomorrow's papers are going to be nothing but Moonraker。 The PM'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 mented： 〃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。〃
〃You go ahead；〃 said Bond。 〃I'll do my best and if I get stuck I'll call on your men to help。 Don't worry if you don't hear from me。 So long。〃
〃So long；〃 said Vallance with a note of relief in his voice。 〃And thanks。 Best of luck。〃
Bond rang off。
He picked up the receiver again and called Blades。
〃This is the Ministry of Supply；〃 he said。 〃Is Sir Hugo Drax in the club？〃
〃Yes； sir；〃 it was the friendly voice of Brevett。 〃He's in the dining…room。 Do you wish to speak to him？〃
〃No； it's all right；〃 said Bond。 〃I just wanted to make certain he hadn't left yet。〃
Without noticing what he was eating Bond wolfed down some food and left the restaurant at 8。45。 His car was outside waiting for him and he said good…night to the driver from Headquarters and drove to St James's Street。 He parked under cover of the central row of taxis outside Boodle's and settled himself behind an evening paper over which he could keep his eyes on a section of Drax's Mercedes which he was relieved to see standing in Park Street； unattended。
He had not long to wait。 Suddenly a broad shaft of yellow light shone out from the doorway of Blades and the big figure of Drax appeared。 He wore a heavy ulster up round his ears and a cap pulled down over his eyes。 He walked quickly to the white Mercedes； slammed the door； and was away across to the left…hand side of St James's Street and braking to turn opposite St James's Palace while Bond was still in third。
God； the man moves quickly； thought Bond； doing a racing change round the island in the Mall with Drax already passing the statue in front of the Palace。 He kept the Bentley in third and thundered in pursuit。 Buckingham Palace Gate。 So it looked like Ebury Street。 Keeping the white car just in view； Bond made hurried plans。 The lights at the corner of Lower Grosvenor Place were green for Drax and red for Bond。 Bond jumped them and was just in time to see Drax swing left into the beginning of Ebury Street。 Gambling on Drax making a stop at his house； Bond accelerated to the corner and pulled up just short of it。 As he jumped out of the Bentley； leaving the engine ticking over； and took the few steps towards Ebury Street； he heard two short blasts on the Mercedes' horn and as he carefully edged round the corner he was in time to see Krebs helping the muffled figure of a girl across the pavement。 Then the door of the Mercedes slammed and Drax was off again。
Bond raced back to his car； whipped into third； and went after him。
Thank God the Mercedes was white。 There it went； its stop…lights blazing briefly at the intersections； the headlamps full on and the horn blaring at any hint of a check in the sparse traffic。
Bond set his teeth and rode his car as if she was a Lipizaner at the Spanish Riding School in Vienna。 He could not use headlights or horn for fear of betraying his presence to the car in front。 He just had to play on his brakes and gears and hope for the best。
The deep note of his two…inch exhaust thundered back at him from the houses on either side and his tyres screamed on the tarmac。 He thanked heavens for the new set of racing
Michelins that were only a week old。 If only the lights would be kind。 He seemed to be getting nothing but amber and red while Drax was always being swept on by the green。 Chelsea Bridge。 So it did look like the Dover road by the South Circular！ Could he hope to keep up with the Mercedes on A20？ Drax had two passengers。 His car might not be tuned。 But with that independent springing he could corner better than Bond； The old Bentley was a bit high off the ground for this sort of work。 Bond stamped on his brakes and risked a howl on his triple klaxons as a homeward…bound taxi started to weave over to the right。 It jerked back to the left and Bond heard a four…letter yell as he shot past。
Clapham mon and the flicker of the white car through the trees。 Bond ran the Bentley up to eighty along the safe bit of road and saw the lights go red just in time to stop Drax at the end of it。 He put the Bentley into neutral and coasted up silently。 Fifty yards away。 Forty； thirty； twenty。 The lights changed and Drax was over the crossing and away again； but not before Bond had seen that Krebs was beside the driver and there was no sign of Gala except the hump of a rug over the narrow back seat。
So there was no question。 You don't take a sick girl for a drive like a sack of potatoes。 Not at that speed for the matter of that。 So she was a prisoner。 Why？ What had she done？ What had she discovered？ What the hell； in fact； was all this about？
Each dark conjecture came and for a moment settled like a vulture on Bond's shoulder and croaked into his ear that he had been a blind fool。 Blind； blind； blind。 From the moment he had sat in his office after the night at Blades and made his mind up about Drax being a dangerous man he should have been on his toes。 At the first smell of trouble； the marks on the chart for instance； he should have taken action。 But what action？ He had passed on each clue； each fear。 What could he have done except kill Drax？ And get hanged for his pains？ Well； then。 What about the present？ Should he stop and telephone the Yard？ And let the car get away？ For all he knew Gala was being taken for a ride and Drax planned to get rid of her on the way to Dover。 And that Bond might conceivably prevent if only his car could take it。
As if to echo his thoughts the tortured rubber screamed as he left the South Circular road into A20 and took the round about at forty。 No。 He had told M。 that he would stay with it。 He had told Vallance the same。 The case had been dumped firmly into his lap and he must do what he could。 At least if he kept up with the Mercedes he might shoot up its tyres and apologize afterwards。 To let it get away wou