pt up with the Mercedes he might shoot up its tyres and apologize afterwards。 To let it get away would be criminal。
So be it； said Bond to himself。
He had to slow for some lights and he used the pause to pull a pair of goggles out of the dashboard partment and cover his eyes with them。 Then he leant over to the left and twisted the big screw on the windscreen and then eased the one beside his right hand。 He pressed the narrow screen flat down on the bonnet and tightened the screws again。
Then he accelerated away from Swanley Junction and was soon doing ninety astride the cat's eyes down the Farningham by…pass； the wind howling past his ears and the shrill scream of his supercharger riding with him for pany。
A mile ahead the great eyes of the Mercedes hooded themselves as they went over the crest of Wrotham Hill and disappeared down into the moonlit panorama of the Weald of Kent。
CHAPTER XX
DRAX'S GAMBIT
THERE WERE three separate sources of pain in Gala's body。 The throbbing ache behind her left ear； the bite of the flex at her wrists； and the chafing of the strap round her ankles。
Every bump in the road； every swerve； every sudden pressure of Drax's foot on the brakes or the accelerator awoke one or another of these pains and rasped at her nerves。 If only she had been wedged into the back seat more tightly。 But there was just room enough for her body to roll a few inches on the occasional seat so that she was constantly having to twist her bruised face away from contact with the walls of shiny pig…skin。
The air she breathed was stuffy with a smell of new leather upholstery； exhaust fumes； and the occasional sharp stench of burning rubber as Drax flayed the tyres on a sharp corner。
And yet the disfort and pain were nothing。
Krebs！ Curiously enough her fear and loathing of Krebs tormented her most。 The other things were too big。 The mystery of Drax and his hatred of England。 The riddle of his perfect mand of German。 The Moonraker。 The secret of the atomic warhead。 How to save London。 These were matters which she had long ago put away in the back of her mind as insoluble。
But the afternoon alone with Krebs was present and dreadful and her mind went back and back to the details of it like a tongue to an aching tooth。
Long after Drax had gone she had kept up her pretence of unconsciousness。 At first Krebs had occupied himself with the machines； talking to them in German in a cooing baby…talk。 〃There； my Liebchen。 That's better now； isn't it？ A drop of oil for you； my Pupperl？ But certainly。 ing up at once。 No； no； lazybones。 I said a thousand revolutions。 Not nine hundred。 e along now。 We can do better than that； can't we。 Yes； my Schatz。 That's it。 Round and round we go。 Up and down。 Round and round。 Let me wipe your pretty face for you so that we can see what the little dial is saying。 Jesu Maria； hist du ein braves Kind！〃
And so it had gone on with intervals of standing in front of Gala； picking his nose and sucking his teeth in a horribly ruminative way。 Until he stayed longer and longer in front of her； forgetting the machines； wondering； making up his mind。
And then she had felt his hand undo the top button of her dress and the automatic recoil of her body had had to be covered by a realistic groan and a pantomime of consciousness returning。
She had asked for water and he had gone into a bathroom and fetched some for her in a toothglass。 Then he had pulled a kitchen chair up in front of her and had sat down astride it； his chin resting on the top rail of its back； and had gazed at her speculatively from under his pale drooping lids。
She had been the first to break the silence。 〃Why have I been brought here？〃 she asked。 〃What are all those machines？〃
He licked his lips and the little pouting red mouth opened under the smudge of yellow moustache and formed itself slowly into a rhomboid…shaped smile。 〃That is a lure for little birds；〃 he said。 〃Soon it will lure a little bird into this warm nest。 Then the little bird will lay an egg。 Oh； such a big round egg！ Such a beautiful fat egg。〃 The lower half of his face giggled with delight while his eyes mooned。 〃And the pretty girl is here because otherwise she might frighten the little bird away。 And that would be so sad； wouldn't it；〃 he spat out the next three words； 〃filthy English bitch？〃
His eyes became intent and purposeful。 He hitched his chair nearer so that his face was only a foot away from hers and she was enveloped in the miasma of his breath。 〃Now； English bitch。 Who are you working for？〃 He waited。 〃You must answer me； you know；〃 he said softly。 〃We are all alone here。 There is no one to hear you scream。〃
〃Don't be stupid；〃 said Gala desperately。 〃How could I be working for anyone except Sir Hugo？〃 （Krebs smiled at the name。） 〃I was just curious about the flight plan。。。〃 she went into a rambling explanation about her figures and Drax's figures and how she had wanted to share in the success of the Moonraker。
〃Try again；〃 whispered Krebs when she had finished。 〃You must do better than that；〃 and suddenly his eyes had turned hot with cruelty and his hands had reached towards her from behind the back of his chair。。。
In the rear of the hurtling Mercedes Gala ground her teeth together and whimpered at the memory of the soft crawling fingers on her body； probing； pinching； pulling； while all the time the hot vacant eyes gazed curiously into hers until finally she gathered the saliva in her mouth and spat full in his face。
He hadn't even paused to wipe his face； but suddenly he had really hurt her and she had screamed once and then mercifully fainted。
And then she had found herself being pushed into the back of the car； a rug was thrown over her； and they were hurtling through the streets of London and she could hear other cars near them； the frantic ringing of a bicycle bell； an occasional shout； the animal growl of an old klaxon； the whirring putter of a motor…scooter； a scream of brakes； and she had realized that she was back in the real world； that English people； friends； were all around her。 She had struggled to get to her knees and scream； but Krebs must have felt her movement because his hands were suddenly at her ankles； strapping them to the foot…rail along the floor； and she knew that she was lost and suddenly the tears were pouring down her cheeks and she was praying that somehow； somebody would be in time。
That had been less than an hour ago and now she could tell from the slow pace of the car and the noise of other traffic that they had reached a large town…Maidstone if she was being taken back to the site。
In the parative silence of their progress through the town she suddenly heard Krebs's voice。 There was a note of urgency in it。
〃Mein Kapit？n〃 he said。 〃I have been watching a car for some time。 It is certainly following us。 It has seldom been using its lights。 It is only a hundred metres behind us now。 I think it is the car of mander Bond。〃
Drax grunted with surprise and she could hear his big body shift round to get a quick look。
He swore sharply and then there was silence and she could feel the big car weaving and straining in the thin traffic。 〃Ja； sowas！〃 said Drax finally。 His voice was thoughtful。 〃So that old museum…piece of his can still move。 So much the better； my dear Krebs。 He seems to be alone。〃 He laughed harshly。 〃So we will give him a run for his money and if he survives it we will get him in the bag with the woman。 Turn on the radio。 Home Service。 We will soon find out if there is a hitch。〃
There was a short crackle of static and then Gala could hear the voice of the Prime Minister； the voice of all the great occasions in her life； ing through in broken fragments as Drax put the car into third and accelerated out of the town； '。。。 weapon devised by the ingenuity of man。。。 a thousand miles into the firmament。。。 area patrolled by Her Majesty's ships。。。 designed exclusively for the defence of our beloved island。。。 a long era of peace。。。 development for Man's great journey away from the confines of this planet。。。 Sir Hugo Drax； that great patriot and benefactor of our country。。。'
Gala heard Drax's roar of laughter above the howling of the wind； a great scornful bray of triumph； and then the set was switched off。
〃James；〃 whispered Gala to herself。 〃There's only you left。 Be careful。 But make haste。〃
Bond's face was a mask of dust and filthy with the blood of flies and moths that had smashed against it。 Often he had had to take a cramped hand off the wheel to clear his goggles but the Bentley was going beautifully and he felt sure of holding the Mercedes。
He was touching ninety…five on the straight just before the entrance to Leeds Castle when great lights were suddenly switched on behind him and a four…tone windhorn sounded its impudent 'pom…pim…pom…pam' almost in his ear。
The apparition of a third car in the race was almost unbelievable。 Bond had hardly troubled to look in his driving…mirror since he left London。 No one but a racing…driver or a desperate man could have kept up with them； and his mind was in a turmoil as he automatically pulled over to the left and saw out of the corner of his eye a low； fire…engine…red car e up level with him