ing at us。 Great wall of water tearing down。 There goes the submarine。 God！ Thrown out of the water upside down。 It's ing。 It's ING。。。〃
CHAPTER XXV
ZERO PLUS
〃。。。 TWO HUNDRED dead so far and about the same number missing；〃 said M。 〃Reports still ing in from the East Coast and there's bad news from Holland。 Breached miles of their sea defences。 Most of our losses were among the patrol craft。 Two of them capsized； including the Merganzer。 manding Officer missing。 And that BBC chap。 Goodwin Lightships broke their moorings。 No news from Belgium or France yet。 There are going to be some pretty heavy bills to pay when everything gets sorted out。〃
It was the next afternoon and Bond； a rubber…tipped stick beside his chair； was back where he had started…across the desk from the quiet man with the cold grey eyes who had invited him to dinner and a game of cards a hundred years ago。
Under his clothes Bond was latticed with surgical tape。 Pain burned up his legs whenever he moved his feet。 There was a vivid red streak across his left cheek and the bridge of his nose； and the tannic ointment dressing glinted in the light from the window。 He held a cigarette clumsily in one gloved hand。 Incredibly M。 had invited him to smoke。
〃Any news of the submarine； sir？〃 he asked。
〃They've located her；〃 said M。 with satisfaction。 〃Lying on her side in about thirty fathoms。 The salvage ship that was to look after the remains of the rocket is over her now。 The divers have been down and there's no answer to signals against her hull。 The Soviet Ambassador has been round at the Foreign Office this morning。 I gather he says a salvage ship is on her way down from the Baltic； but we've said that we can't wait as the wreck's a danger to navigation。〃 M。 chuckled。 〃So she would be I dare say if anyone happened to be navigating at thirty fathoms in the Channel。 But I'm glad I'm not a member of the Cabinet；〃 he added drily。 〃They've been in session on and off since the end of the broadcast。 Vallance got hold of those Edinburgh solicitors before they'd opened Drax's message to the world。 I gather it's a terrific document。 Reads as if it had been written by Jehovah。 Vallance took it to the Cabinet last night and stayed at No。 10 to fill in the blanks。〃
〃I know；〃 said Bond。 〃He kept on telephoning me at the hospital for details until after midnight。 I could hardly think straight for all the dope they'd pushed into me。 What's going to happen？〃
〃They're going to try the biggest cover…up job in history；〃 said M。 〃A lot of scientific twaddle about the fuel having been only half used up。 Unexpectedly powerful explosion on impact。 Full pensation will be paid。 Tragic loss of Sir Hugo Drax and his team。 Great patriot。 Tragic loss of one of HM submarines。 Latest experimental model。 Orders misunderstood。 Very sad。 Fortunately only a skeleton crew。 Next of kin will be informed。 Tragic loss of BBC man。 Unaccountable error in mistaking White Ensign for Soviet naval colours。 Very similar design。 White Ensign recovered from the wreck。〃
〃But what about the atomic explosion？〃 asked Bond。 〃Radiation and atomic dust and all that。 The famous mushroom…shaped cloud。 Surely that's going to be a bit of a problem。〃
〃Apparently it's not worrying them too much；〃 said M。 〃The cloud is going to be passed off as the normal formation after an explosion of that size。 The Ministry of Supply know the whole story。 Had to be told。 Their men were down on the East Coast all last night with Geiger counters and there's not been a positive report yet。〃 M。 smiled coldly。 〃The cloud's got to e down somewhere； of course； but by a happy chance such wind as there is is drifting it up north。 Back home； as you might say。〃
Bond smiled painfully。 〃I see；〃 he said。 〃How very appropriate。〃
〃Of course；〃 continued M。； picking up his pipe and starting to fill it； 〃there are going to be some nasty rumours。 They've begun already。 A lot of people saw you and Miss Brand being brought out of the site on stretchers。 Then there's the Bowaters' case against Drax for the loss of all that newsprint。 There'll be the inquest on the young man who was killed in the Alfa Romeo。 And somebody's got to explain away the remains of your car； amongst which；〃 he looked accusingly at Bond； 〃a long…barrel Colt was found。 And then there's the Ministry of Supply。 Vallance had to call some of their men yesterday to help clean out that house in Ebury Street。 But those people are trained to keep secrets。 You won't get a leak there。 Naturally it's going to be a risky business。 The big lie always is。 But what's the alternative？ Trouble with Germany？ War with Russia？ Lots of people on both sides of the Atlantic would be only too glad of an excuse。〃
M。 paused and put a match to his pipe。 〃If the story holds；〃 he continued reflectively； 〃we shan't e out of this too badly。 We've wanted one of their high…speed U…boats and we'll be glad of the clues we can pick up about their atom bombs。 The Russians know that we know that their gamble failed。 Malenkov's none too firmly in the saddle and this may mean another Kremlin revolt。 As for the Germans。 Well； we all knew there was plenty of Nazism left and this will make the Cabinet go just a bit more carefully on German rearmament。 And； as a very minor consequence；〃 he gave a wry smile； 〃it will make Vallance's security job； and mine for the matter of that； just a little bit easier in the future。 These politicians can't see that the atomic age has created the most deadly saboteur in the history of the world…the little man with the heavy suitcase。〃
〃Will the Press wear the story？〃 asked Bond dubiously。
M。 shrugged his shoulders。 〃The Prime Minister saw the editors this morning；〃 he said； putting another match to his pipe； 〃and I gather he's got away with it so far。 If the rumours get bad later on； he'll probably have to see them again and tell them some of the truth。 Then they'll play all right。 They always do when it's important enough。 The main thing is to gain time and stave off the firebrands。 For the moment everyone's so proud of the Moonraker that they're not inquiring too closely into what went wrong。〃
There was a soft burr from the inter； on M。's desk and a ruby light winked on and off。 M。 picked up the single earphone and leant towards it。 〃Yes？〃 he said。 There was a pause。 〃I'll take it on the Cabinet line。〃 He picked up the white receiver from the bank of four telephones。
〃Yes；〃 said M。 〃Speaking。〃 There was a pause。 〃Yes； sir？ Over。〃 M。 pressed down the button of his scrambler。 He held the receiver close to his ear and not a sound from it reached Bond。 There was a long pause during which M。 puffed occasionally at the pipe in his left hand。 He took it out of his mouth。 〃I agree； sir。〃 Another pause。 〃I know my man would have been very proud； sir。 But of course it's a rule here。〃 M。 frowned。 〃If you will allow me to say so； sir； I think it would be very unwise。〃 A pause； then M。's face cleared。 〃Thank you； sir。 And of course Vallance has not got the same problem。 And it would be the least she deserves。〃 Another pause。 〃I understand。 That will be done。〃 Another pause。 〃That's very kind of you； sir。〃
M。 put the white receiver back on its cradle and the scrambler button clicked back to the en clair position。
For a moment M。 continued to look at the telephone as if in doubt about what had been said。 Then he twisted his chair away from the desk and gazed thoughtfully out of the window。
There was silence in the room and Bond shifted in his chair to ease the pain that was creeping back into his body。
The same pigeon as on Monday； or perhaps another one； came to rest on the window…sill with the same clatter of wings。 It walked up and down； nodding and cooing； and then planed off towards the trees in the park。 The traffic murmured sleepily in the distance。
How nearly it had e； thought Bond； to being stilled。 How nearly there might be nothing now but the distant clang of the ambulance bells beneath a lurid black and orange sky； the stench of burning； the screams of people still trapped in the buildings。 The softly beating heart of London silenced for a generation。 And a whole generation of her people dead in the streets amongst the ruins of a civilization that might not rise again for centuries。
All that would have e about but for a man who scornfully cheated at cards to feed the fires of his maniac ego； but for the stuffy chairman of Blades who detected him； but for M。 who agreed to help an old friend； but for Bond's half…remembered lessons from a card…sharper； but for Vallance's precautions； but for Gala's head for figures； but for a whole pattern of tiny circumstances； a whole pattern of chance。
Whose pattern？
There was a shrill squeak as M。's chair swivelled round。 Bond carefully focused again on the grey eyes across the desk。
〃That was the Prime Minister；〃 M。 said gruffly。 〃Says he wants you and Miss Brand out of the country。〃 M。 lowered his eyes and looked stolidly into the bowl of his pipe。 〃You're both to be out by tomorrow afternoon。 There are too many people in this case who know your faces。 Might put two and two together； when they see the shape you're both in。 Go anywhere you like。 Unlimited expenses for both of you。 Any cur