He drew his shirt collar back and stole a look out through the grating at the guards。 Those he could see were looking straight at the launching…dome； somewhere to his left。
Again the long harsh whisper。 And again。
It was getting louder。 He could see the heads of the guards pivoting towards the grating in the wall which hid him and Gala。 They must be watching； fascinated； as the thick white jets of steam shot out through the gratings high up in the cement wall； wondering if this one； or that one； or that one； would be acpanied by a double scream。
He could feel Gala's heart beating against his。 She didn't know what was ing。 She trusted him。
〃It may hurt；〃 he whispered to her again。 〃It may burn。 It won't kill us。 Be brave。 Don't make a sound。〃
〃I'm all right；〃 she whispered angrily。 But he could feel her body press closer in to his。
Whoosh。 It was getting closer。
Whoosh！ Two away。
WHOOSH！！ Next door。 A suspicion of the wet smell of steam came to him。
Hold tight； Bond said to himself。 He smothered her in towards him and held his breath。
Now。 Quick。 Get it over； damn you。
And suddenly there was a great pressure and heat and a roaring in the ears and a moment of blazing pain。
Then dead silence； a mixture of sharp cold and fire on the ankles and hands； a feeling of soaking wet and a desperate； choking effort to get pure air into the lungs。
Their bodies automatically fought to withdraw from each other； to capture some inches of space and air for the areas of skin that were already blistering。 The breath rattled in their throats and the water poured off the cement into their open mouths until they bent sideways and choked the water out to join the trickle that was oozing under their soaking bodies and along past their scalded ankles and then down the vertical walls of the shaft up which they had e。
And the howl of the steam pipe drew away from them until it became a whisper and finally stopped； and there was silence in their narrow cement prison except for their stubborn breathing and the ticking of Bond's watch。
And the two bodies lay and waited； nursing their pain。
Half an hour…half a year…later； Walter and Krebs and Drax filed out below them。
But； as a precaution； the guards had been left behind in the launching dome。
CHAPTER XXIV
ZERO
〃THEN WE'RE all agreed？〃
〃Yes； Sir Hugo；〃 it was the Minister of Supply speaking。 Bond recognized the dapper； assured figure。 〃Those are the settings。 My people have checked them independently with the Air Ministry this morning。〃
〃Then if you'll allow me the privilage；〃 Drax held up the slip of paper and made to turn towards the launching…dome。
〃Hold it； Sir Hugo。 Just like that； please。 Arm in the air。〃 The bulbs flashed and the bank of cameras whirred and clicked for the last time and Drax turned and walked the few yards towards the dome； almost； it seemed to Bond； looking him straight in the eye through the grating above the door of the site。
The small crowd of reporters and cameramen dissolved and straggled off across the concrete apron； leaving only a nervously chatting group of officials to wait for Drax to emerge。
Bond looked at his watch。 11。45。 Hurry up； damn you； he thought。
For the hundredth time he repeated to himself the figures Gala had taught him during the hours of cramped pain that had followed their ordeal by steam； and for the hundredth time he shifted his limbs to keep the circulation going。
〃Get ready；〃 he whispered into Gala's ear。 〃Are you all right？〃
He could feel the girl smile。 〃Fine。〃 She shut her mind to the thought of her blistered legs and the quick rasping descent back down the ventilator shaft。
The door clanged shut beneath them followed by the click of the lock and； preceded by the five guards； the figure of Drax appeared below striding masterfully towards the group of officials； the slip of lying figures in his hand。
Bond looked at his watch。 11。47。 〃Now；〃 he whispered。
〃Good luck；〃 she whispered back。
Slither； scrape； rip。 His shoulders carefully expanding and contracting； blistered； bloodstained feet scrabbling for the sharp knobs of iron； Bond； his lacerated body tearing its way down the forty feet of shaft； prayed that the girl would have strength to stand it when she followed。
A last ten…foot drop that jarred his spine； a kick at the grating and he was out on the steel floor and running for the stairs； leaving a trail of red footprints and a spray of blood…drops from his raw shoulders。
The arcs had been extinguished； but the daylight streamed down through the open roof and the blue from the sky mingling with the fierce glitter of the sunshine gave Bond the impression that he was running up inside a huge sapphire。
The great deadly needle in the centre might have been made of glass。 Looking above him as he sweated and panted up the endless sweep of the iron stairway； it was difficult for him to see where its tapering nose ended and the sky began。
Behind the crouching silence that enveloped the shimmering bullet； Bond could hear a quick； deadly ticking； the hasty tripping of tiny metal feet somewhere in the body of the Moonraker。 It filled the great steel chamber like the beating heart in Poe's story and Bond knew that directly Drax at the firing point pressed the switch that sent the radio beam zing ing over two hundred yards to the waiting rocket； the ticking would suddenly cease； there would be the soft whine of the lighted pinwheel； a wisp of steam from the turbines； and then the howling jet of flame on which the rocket would slowly rise and sweep majestically out on the start of its gigantic acceleration curve。
And then in front of him there was the spidery arm of the gantry folded back against the wall and Bond's hand was at the lever and the arm was slowly stretching down and out towards the square hairline on the glittering skin of the rocket that was the door of the gyro chamber。
Bond； on hands and knees； was along it even before the rubber pads came to rest against the polished chrome。 There was the flush disc the size of a shilling； just as Gala had described。 Press； click； and the tiny door had flicked open on its hard spring。 Inside。 Careful not to cut your head。 The gleaming handles beneath the staring pass…roses。 Turn。 Twist。 Steady。 That's for the roll。 Now the pitch and yaw。 Turn。 Twist。 Ever so gently。 And steady。 A last look。 A glance at his watch。 Four minutes to go。 Don't panic。 Back out。 Door click。 A cat…like scurry。 Don't look down。 Gantry up。 Clang against the wall。 And now for the stairs。
Tick…tick…tick…tick。
As Bond shot down he caught a glimpse of Gala's tense； white face as she stood holding open the outer door of Drax's office。 God； how his body hurt！ A final leap and a clumsy swerve to the right。 Clang as Gala slammed the outer door。 Another clang and they were across the room and into the shower and the water was hissing down on their clinging； panting bodies。
Through the noise of it all； above the beating of his heart； Bond heard the sudden crackle of static and then the voice of the BBC announcer ing from the big set in Drax's room a few inches away through the thin wall of the bathroom。 It had been Gala again who had remembered Drax's wireless and who had found time to throw the switches while Bond was working on the gyros。
〃。。。 be five minutes' delay；〃 said the breezy； excited voice。 〃Sir Hugo has been persuaded to say a few words into the microphone。〃 Bond turned off the shower and the voice came to them more clearly。 〃He looks very confident。 Just saying something into the Minister's ear。 They're both laughing。
Wonder what it was？ Ah； here's my colleague with the latest weather report from the Air Ministry。 What's that？ Perfect at all altitudes。 Good show。 It certainly is a wonderful day down below here。 Haha。 Those crowds in the distance by the coastguard station will be getting quite a sunburn。 There must be thousands。 What's that you say？ Twenty thousand？ Well； it certainly looks like it。 And Walmer Beach is black with them too。 The whole of Kent seems to be out。 Terrible crick in the neck we're all going to get； I'm afraid。 Worse than Wimbledon。 Haha。 Hullo； what's going on down there by the jetty？ By jove； there's a submarine just surfaced alongside。 I say； what a sight。 One of our biggest I should say。 And Sir Hugo's team is down there too。 Lined up on the jetty as if they were on parade。 Magnificent body of men。 Now they're filing on board。 Perfect discipline。 Must be an idea of the Admiralty's。 Give them a special grandstand out in the Channel。 Splendid show。 Wish you could be here to see it。 Now Sir Hugo is ing towards us。 In a moment he'll be speaking to you。 Fine figure of a man。 Everyone in the firing point is giving him a cheer。 I'm sure we all feel like cheering him today。 He's ing into the firing point。 I can see the sun glinting on the nose of the Moonraker way over there behind him。 Just showing out of the top of the launching dome。 Hope somebody's got a camera。 Now here he is；〃 a pause。 〃Sir Hugo Drax。〃
Bond looked into Gala's dripping face。 Soaked and bleeding they stood in each other's arms； speechless and trembling slightly with the storm of their emotions。 Their eyes were bl