He turned his head and looked at Gala。 For the first time he saw the ugly bruise behind her left ear。 He gave her a smile of encouragement and she smiled wryly back。
Drax spoke through the cigar smoke ： 〃There is not much more to tell；〃 he said。 〃During the year that I was being pushed from one hospital to the next I made my plans down to the smallest detail。 They consisted quite simply of revenge on England for what she had done to me and to my country。 It gradually became an obsession； I admit it。 Every day during the year of the rape and destruction of my country my hatred and scorn for the English grew more bitter 〃 The veins on Drax's face started to swell and suddenly he pounded on the desk and shouted across at them； looking with bulging eyes from one to the other。 〃I loathe and despise you all。 You swine！ Useless； idle； decadent fools； hiding behind your bloody white cliffs while other people fight your battles。 Too weak to defend your colonies； toadying to America with your hats in your hands。 Stinking snobs who'll do anything for money。 Hah！〃 he was triumphant。 〃I knew that all I needed was money and the fa？ade of a gentleman。 Gentleman！ Pfui Teufel！ To me a gentleman is just someone I can take advantage of。 Those bloody fools in Blades for instance。 Moneyed oafs。 For months I took thousands of pounds off them； swindled them right under their noses until you came along and upset the apple…cart。〃
Drax's eyes narrowed。 〃What put you on to the cigarette case？〃 he asked sharply。
Bond shrugged his shoulders。 〃My eyes；〃 he said indifferently。
〃Ah well；〃 said Drax； 〃perhaps I was a bit careless that night。 But where was I？ Ah yes； in hospital。 And the good doctors were so anxious to help me find out who I really was 〃 He let out a roar of laughter。 〃It was easy。 So easy His eyes became cunning。 〃From the identities they offered me so helpfully I came upon the name of Hugo Drax； What a coincidence！ From Drache to Drax！ Tentatively I though it might be me。 They were very proud Yes； they said of course it is you。 The doctors triumphantly forced me into his shoes。 I put them on and walked out of the hospital in them and I walked round London looking for someone to kill and rob。 And one day； in a little office high above Piccadilly； a Jewish moneylender。〃 （Now Drax was talking faster。 The words poured excitedly from his lips。 Bond watched a fleck of foam gather at one corner of his mouth and grow。） 〃Ha。
It was easy。 Crack on his bald skull。 ￡15；000 in the safe。 And then away and out of the country； Tangier…where you could do anything； buy anything； fix anything； Columbite。
Rarer than platinum and everyone would want it。 The Jet Age。 I knew about these things。 I had not forgotten my own profession。 And then by God I worked。 For five years I lived for money。 And I was brave as a lion。 I took terrible risks。 And suddenly the first million was there。 Then the second。 Then the fifth。 Then the twentieth。 I came back to England。 I spent a million of it and London was in my pocket。 And then I went back to Germany。 I found Krebs。 I found fifty of them。 Loyal Germans。 Brilliant technicians。 All living under false names like so many others of my old rades。 I gave them their orders and they waited； peacefully； innocently。 And where was I？〃 Drax stared across at Bond； his eyes wide。 〃I was in Moscow。 Moscow！ A man with Columbite to sell can go anywhere。 I got to the right people。 They listened to my plans。 They gave me Walter； the new genius of their guided missile station at Peenemunde； and the good Russians started to build the atomic warhead；〃 he gestured up to the ceiling； 〃that is now waiting up there。 Then I came back to London。〃 A pause。 〃The Coronation。 My letter to the Palace。 Triumph。 Hooray for Drax；〃 he burst into a roar of laughter。 〃England at my feet。 Every bloody fool in the country！ And then my men e over and we start。 Under the very skirts of Britannia。 On top of her famous cliffs。 We work like devils。 We built a jetty into your English Channel。 For supplies！ For supplies from my good friends the Russians that came in dead on time last Monday night。 But then Tallon had to hear something。 The old fool。 He talks to the Ministry。 But Krebs is listening。 There were fifty volunteers to kill the man。 Lots are drawn and Bartsch dies a hero's death。〃 Drax paused。 〃He will not be forgotten。〃 Then he went on。 〃The new warhead is hoisted into place。 It fits。 A perfect piece of design。 The same weight。 Everything perfect； and the old one； the tin can full of the Ministry's cherished instruments； is now in Stettin…behind the Iron Curtain。 And the faithful submarine is on her way back here and will soon；〃 he looked at his watch； 〃be creeping under the waters of the English Channel to take us all off at one minute past midday tomorrow。〃
Drax wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and lay back in his chair gazing up at the ceiling； his eyes full of visions。 Suddenly he chuckled and squinted quizzically down his nose at Bond。
〃And do you know what we shall do first when we go on board？ We shall shave off those famous moustaches you were so interested in。 You smelt a mouse； my dear Bond； where you ought to have smelt a rat。 Those shaven heads and those moustaches we all cultivated so assiduously。 Just a precaution； my dear fellow。 Try shaving your own head and growing a big black moustache。 Even your mother wouldn't recognize you。 It's the bination that counts。 Just a tiny refinement。 Precision； my dear fellow。 Precision in every detail。 That has been my watchword。〃 He chuckled fatly and puffed away at his cigar。
Suddenly he looked sharply； suspiciously up at Bond。 〃Well。 Say something。 Don't sit there like a dummy。 What do you think of my story？ Don't you think it's extraordinary； remarkable？ For one man to have done all that？ e on； e on。〃 A hand came up to his mouth and he started tearing furiously at his nails。 Then it was plunged back into his pocket and his eyes became cruel and cold。 〃Or do you want me to have to send for Krebs；〃 he made a gesture towards the house telephone on his desk。 〃The Persuader。 Poor Krebs。 He's like a child who's had his toys taken away from him。 Or perhaps Walter。 He would give you both something to remember。 There's no softness in that one。 Well？〃
〃Yes；〃 said Bond。 He looked levelly at the great red face across the desk。 〃It's a remarkable case…history。 Galloping paranoia。 Delusions of jealousy and persecution。 Megalomaniac hatred and desire for revenge。 Curiously enough；〃 he went on conversationally； 〃it may have something to do with your teeth。 Diastema； they call it。 es from sucking your thumb when you're a child。 Yes。 I expect that's what the psychologists will say when they get you into the lunatic asylum。 'Ogre's teeth。' Being bullied at school and so on。 Extraordinary the effect it has on a child。 Then Nazism helped to fan the flames and then came the crack on your ugly head。 The crack you engineered yourself。 I expect that settled it。 From then on you were really mad。 Same sort of thing as people who think they're God。 Extraordinary what tenacity they have。 Absolute fanatics。 You're almost a genius。 Lombroso would have been delighted with you。 As it is you're just a mad dog that'll have to be shot。 Or else you'll mit suicide。 Paranoiacs generally do。 Too bad。 Sad business。〃
Bond paused and put all the scorn he could summon into his voice。 〃And now let's get on with this farce； you great hairy…faced lunatic。〃
It worked。 With every word Drax's face had bee more contorted with rage； his eyes were red with it； the sweat of fury was dripping off his jowls on to his shirt； the lips were drawn back from the gaping teeth and a string of saliva had crept out of his mouth and was hanging down from his chin。 Now； at the last private…school insult that must have awoken God knows what stinging memories； he leapt up from his chair and lunged round the desk at Bond； his hairy fists flailing。
Bond gritted his teeth and took it。
When Drax had twice had to pick the chair up with Bond in it； the tornado of rage suddenly passed。 He took out his silk handkerchief and wiped his face and hands。 Then he walked quietly to the door and spoke across the lolling head of Bond to the girl。
〃I don't think you two will give me any more trouble；〃 he said； and his voice was quite calm and certain。 〃Krebs never makes a mistake with his knots。〃 He gesticulated towards the bloody figure in the other chair。 〃When he wakes up；〃 he said； 〃you can tell him that these doors will open once more； just before noon tomorrow。 A few minutes later there will be nothing left of either of you。 Not even；〃 he added as he wrenched open the inner door； 〃the stoppings in your teeth。〃
The outer door slammed。
Bond slowly raised his head and grinned painfully at the girl with his bloodstained lips。
〃Had to get him mad；〃 he said with difficulty。 〃Didn't want to give him time to think。 Had to work up a brainstorm。〃 Gala looked at him unprehendingly； her eyes wide at the terrible mask of his face。
〃'S'all right；〃 said Bond thickly。 〃Don't worry。 London's okay。 Got a plan。〃
Over on the desk the blowtorch gave a quiet 'plop' and went out。
CHAPTER XXIII
ZERO MINUS
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