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The prospect； which had previously interested； even excited him； was now edged with boredom and futility。
RISICO
〃In this pizniss is much risico。〃
The words came softly through the thick brown moustache。 The hard black eyes moved slowly over Bond's face and down to Bond's hands which were carefully shredding a paper match on which was printed Albergo Colombo； d'Oro。
James Bond felt the inspection。 The same surreptitious examination had been going on since he had met the man two hours before at the rendezvous in the Excelsior bar。 Bond had been told to look for a man with a heavy moustache who would be sitting by himself drinking an Alexandra。 Bond had been amused by this secret recognition signal。 The creamy； feminine drink was so much cleverer than the folded newspaper； the flower in the buttonhole； the yellow gloves that were the hoary； slipshod call…signs between agents。 It had also the great merit of being able to operate alone； without its owner。 And Kristatos had started off with a little test。 When Bond had e into the bar and looked round there had been perhaps twenty people in the room。 None of them had a moustache。 But on a corner table at the far side of the tall； discreet room； flanked by a saucer of olives and another of cashew nuts； stood the tall…stemmed glass of cream and vodka。 Bond went straight over to the table； pulled out a chair and sat down。
The waiter came。 〃Good evening； sir。 Signor Kristatos is at the telephone。〃
Bond nodded。 〃A Negroni。 With Gordon's； please。〃
The waiter walked back to the bar。 〃Negroni。 Uno。 Gordon's。〃
〃I am so sorry。〃 The big hairy hand picked up the small chair as if it had been as light as a matchbox and swept it under the heavy hips。 〃I had to have a word with Alfredo。〃
There had been no handshake。 These were old acquaintances。 In the same line of business； probably。 Something like import and export。 The younger one looked American。 No。 Not with those clothes。 English。
Bond returned the fast serve。 〃How's his little boy？〃
The black eyes of Signor Kristatos narrowed。 Yes； they had said this man was a professional。 He spread his hands。 〃Much the same。 What can you expect？〃
〃Polio is a terrible thing。〃
The Negroni came。 The two men sat back fortably； each one satisfied that he had to do with a man in the same league。 This was rare in 'The Game'。 So many times； before one had even started on a tandem assignment like this； one had lost confidence in the oute。 There was so often； at least in Bond's imagination； a faint smell of burning in the air at such a rendezvous。 He knew it for the sign that the fringe of his cover had already started to smoulder。 In due course the smouldering fabric would burst into flames and he would be br？lé。 Then the game would be up and he would have to decide whether to pull out or wait and get shot at by someone。 But at this meeting there had been no fumbling。
Later that evening； at the little restaurant off the Piazza di Spagna called the Colomba d'Oro； Bond was amused to find that he was still on probation。 Kristatos was still watching and weighing him； wondering if he could be trusted。 This remark about the risky business was as near as Kristatos had so far got to admitting that there existed any business between the two of them。 Bond was encouraged。 He had not really believed in Kristatos。 But surely all these precautions could only mean that M's intuition had paid off … that Kristatos knew something big。
Bond dropped the last shred of match into the ashtray。 He said mildly： 〃I was once taught that any business that pays more than ten per cent or is conducted after nine o'clock at night is a dangerous business。 The business which brings us together pays up to one thousand per cent and is conducted almost exclusively at night。 On both counts it is obviously a risky business。〃 Bond lowered his voice。 〃Funds are available。 Dollars； Swiss francs； Venezuelan bolivars … anything convenient。〃
〃That makes me glad。 I have already too much lire。〃 Signor Kristatos picked up the folio menu。 〃But let us feed on something。 One should not decide important pizniss on a hollow stomach。〃
A week earlier M had sent for Bond。 M was in a bad temper。 〃Got anything on； 007？〃
〃Only paper work； sir。〃
〃What do you mean； only paper work？〃 M jerked his pipe towards his loaded in…tray。 〃Who hasn't got paper work？〃
〃I meant nothing active； sir。〃
〃Well； say so。〃 M picked up a bundle of dark red files tied together with tape and slid them so sharply across the desk that Bond had to catch them。 〃And here's some more paper work。 Scotland Yard stuff mostly … their narcotics people。 Wads from the Home Office and the Ministry of Health； and some nice thick reports from the International Opium Control people in Geneva。 Take it away and read it。 You'll need today and most of tonight。 Tomorrow you fly to Rome and get after the big men。 Is that clear？〃
Bond said that it was。 The state of M's temper was also explained。 There was nothing that made him more angry than having to divert his staff from their primary duty。 This duty was espionage； and when necessary sabotage and subversion。 Anything else was a misuse of the Service and of Secret Funds which； God knows； were meagre enough。
〃Any questions？〃 M's jaw stuck out like the prow of a ship。 The jaw seemed to tell Bond to pick up the files and get the hell out of the office and let M move on to something important。
Bond knew that a part of all this … if only a small part … was an act。 M had certain bees in his bonnet。 They were famous in the Service； and M knew they were。 But that did not mean that he would allow them to stop buzzing。 There were queen bees； like the misuse of the Service； and the search for true as distinct from wishful intelligence； and there were worker bees。 These included such idiosyncrasies as not employing men with beards； or those who were pletely bilingual； instantly dismissing men who tried to bring pressure to bear on him through family relationships with members of the Cabinet； mistrusting men or women who were too 'dressy'； and those who called him 'sir' off…duty； and having an exaggerated faith in Scotsmen。 But M was ironically conscious of his obsessions； as； thought Bond； a Churchill or a Montgomery were about theirs。 He never minded his bluff； as it partly was； being called on any of them。 Moreover； he would never have dreamed of sending Bond out on an assignment without proper briefing。
Bond knew all this。 He said mildly： 〃Two things； sir。 Why are we taking this thing on； and what lead； if any； have Station I got towards the people involved in it？〃
M gave Bond a hard； sour look。 He swivelled his chair sideways so that he could watch the high； scudding October clouds through the broad window。 He reached out for his pipe； blew through it sharply； and then； as if this action had let off the small head of steam； replaced it gently on the desk。 When he spoke； his voice was patient； reasonable。 〃As you can imagine； 007； I do not wish the Service to bee involved in this drug business。 Earlier this year I had to take you off other duties for a fortnight so that you could go to Mexico and chase off that Mexican grower。 You nearly got yourself killed。 I sent you as a favour to the Special Branch。 When they asked for you again to tackle this Italian gang I refused。 Ronnie Vallance went behind my back to the Home Office and the Ministry of Health。 The Ministers pressed me。 I said that you were needed here and that I had no one else to spare。 Then the two Ministers went to the PM。〃 M paused。 〃And that was that。 I must say the PM was very persuasive。 Took the line that heroin； in the quantities that have been ing in； is an instrument of psychological warfare … that it saps a country's strength。 He said he wouldn't be surprised to find that this wasn't just a gang of Italians' out to make big money … that subversion and not money was at the back of it。〃 M smiled sourly。 〃I expect Ronnie Vallance thought up that line of argument。 Apparently his narcotics people have been having the devil of a time with the traffic … trying to stop it getting a hold on the teenagers as it has in America。 Seems the dance halls and the amusement arcades are ful