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knocked him sideways。 It also knocked sense into him； and he began to move fast through the water； at the same time planing downward toward the bottom。 More buffets hit him in quick succession； but the grenades were bracketing the blood patch near the ship's hull and the shock waves of the explosions became less。
The bottom showed up…the friendly waving fur； the great black toadstools of the dead sponges and the darting shoals of small fish fleeing with Bond from the explosions。 Now Bond swam with all his strength。 At any moment a boat would be got over the side and another diver would go down。 With any luck he would find no traces of Bond's visit and conclude that the underwater sentry had been killed by shark or barracuda。 It would be interesting to see what Largo would report to the harbor police。 Difficult to explain the necessity for an armed underwater sentry for a pleasure yacht in a peaceful harbor！
Bond trudged on across the shifting seagrass。 His head ached furiously。 Gingerly he put up a hand and felt the two great bruises。 The skin felt intact。 But for the cushion of water； the two blows with the butt of the gun would have knocked him out。 As it was； he still felt half stunned and when he came to the end of the seagrass and to the soft white moon landscape with its occasional little volcano puffs from the sea worms he felt as if he was on the edge of delirium。 Wild motion at the edge of his field of vision shocked him out of the semi…trance。 A giant fish； the barracuda； was passing him。 It seemed to have gone mad。 It was snaking wildly along； biting at its tail； its long body curling and snapping back in a jackknife motion； its mouth opening wide and shutting again in spasms。 Bond watched it hurtle away into the gray mist。 He felt somehow sorry to see the wonderful king of the sea reduced to this hideous jiggling automaton。 There was something obscene about it； like the blind weaving of a punchy boxer before he finally crashes to the canvas。 One of the explosions must have crushed a nerve center； wrecked some delicate balance mechanism in the fish's brain。 It wouldn't last long。 A greater predator than itself； a shark； would note the signs； the loss of symmetry that is suicide in the sea。 He would follow for a while until the spasms slackened。 Then the shark would make a short jabbing run。 The barracuda would react sluggishly and that would be the end…in three great grunting bites； the head first and then the still jerking body。 And the shark would cruise quietly on； its sickle mouth trailing morsels for the black and yellow pilot fish below his jaws and perhaps for the remora or two； the parasites that travel with the great host； that pick the shark's teeth when it is sleeping and the jaws are relaxed。
And now there were the gray…slimed motor tires； the bottles； the cans； and the scaffolding of the wharf。 Bond slid over the shelving sand and knelt in the shallows； his head down； not capable of carrying the heavy aqualung up the beach； an exhausted animal ready to drop。
17。 The Red…Eye Catab
Bond； putting on his clothes； dodged the ments of Constable Santos。 It seemed there had been sort of underwater explosions； with eruptions on the surface； on the starboard side of the yacht。 Several men had appeared on deck and there had been some kind of motion。 A boat had been lowered on the port side； out of sight of the shore。 Bond said he knew nothing of these things。 He had cracked his head against the side of the ship。 Silly thing to do。 He had seen what he had wanted to see and had then swum back。 Entirely successful。 The Constable had been a great help。 Thank you very much and good night。 Bond would be seeing the missioner in the morning。
Bond walked with careful steadiness up the side street to where he had parked Leiter's Ford。 He got to the hotel and telephoned Leiter's room and together they drove to police headquarters。 Bond described what had happened and what he had discovered。 Now he didn't care what the consequences might be。 He was going to make a report。 It was eight a。m。 in London and there were under forty hours to go to zero hour。 All these straws added up to half a haystack。 His suspicions were boiling like a pressure cooker。 He couldn't sit on the lid any longer。
Leiter said decisively； 〃You do just that。 And I'll file a copy to C。I。A and endorse it。 What's more； I'm going to call up the Manta and tell her to get the hell over here。〃
〃You are？〃 Bond was amazed at this change of tune。 〃What's got into you all of a sudden？〃
〃Well； I was sculling around the Casino taking a good look at anyone I thought might be a shareholder or a treasure hunter。 They were mostly in groups； standing around trying to put up the front of having a good time…sunshine holiday and all that。 They weren't succeeding。 Largo was doing all the work； being gay and boyish。 The others looked like private dicks or the rest of the Torrio gang just after the St。 Valentine Day massacre。 Never seen such a bunch of thugs in my life…dressed up in tuxedos and smoking cigars and drinking champagne and all that…just a glass or two to show the Christmas spirit。 Orders； I suppose。 But all of them with that smell one gets to know in the Service； or in Pinkertons for the matter of that。 You know； careful； cold…fish； thinking…of…something…else kinda look the pros have。 Well； none of the faces meant anything to me until I came across a little guy with a furrowed brow and a big egghead with pebble glasses who looked like a Mormon who's got into a whorehouse by mistake。 He was peering about nervously and every time one of these other guys spoke to him he blushed and said what a wonderful place it was and he was having a swell time。 I got close enough to hear him say the same thing to two different guys。 Rest of the time he just mooned around； sort of helpless and almost sucking a corner of his handkerchief； if you get me。 Well that face meant something to me。 I knew I'd seen it before somewhere。 You know how it is。 So after puzzling for a bit I went to the reception and told one of the guys behind the desk in a cheery fashion that I thought I'd located an old classmate who'd migrated to Europe； but I couldn't for the life of me remember his name。 Very embarrassing as he seemed to recognize me。 Would the guy help？ So he came along and I pointed this feller out and he went back to his desk and went through the membership cards and came up with the one I wanted。 Seemed he was a man called Traut； Emil Traut。 Swiss passport。 One of Mr。 Largo's group from the yacht。〃 Leiter paused。 〃Well； I guess it was the Swiss passport that did it。〃 He turned to Bond。 〃Remember a fellow called Kotze； East German physicist？ Came over to the West about five years ago and sang all he knew to the Joint Scientific Intelligence boys？ Then he disappeared； thanks to a fat payment for the info； and went to ground in Switzerland。 Well； James。 Take my word for it。 That's the same guy。 The file went through my hands when I was still with C。I。A。 doing desk work in Washington。 All came back to me。 It was one hell of a scoop at the time。 Only saw his mug on the file； but there's absolutely no doubt about it。 That man's Kotze。 And now what the hell is a top physicist doing on board the Disco ？ Fits； doesn't it？〃
They had e to police headquarters。 Lights burned only on the ground floor。 Bond waited until they had reported to the duty sergeant and had gone up to their room before he answered。 He stood in the middle of the room and looked at Leiter。 He said； 〃That's the clincher； Felix。 So now what do we do？〃
〃With what you got this evening； I'd pull the whole lot in on suspicion。 No question at all。〃
〃Suspicion of what？ Largo would reach for his lawyer and they'd be out in five minutes。 Democratic processes of the law and so forth。 And what single fact have we got that Largo couldn't dodge？ All right； so Traut is Kotze。 We're hunting for treasure； gentlemen； we need an expert mineralogist。 This man offered his services。 Said his name was Traut。 No doubt he's still worried about the Russians getting after him。 Next question？ Yes； we've got an underwater partment on the Disco 。 We're going to hunt treasure through it。