The room was sumptuous with those over…masculine trappings which； together with briar pipes and wire…haired terriers； spell luxury in France。 Everything was brass…studded leather and polished mahogany。 The curtains and carpets were in royal blue。 The waiters wore striped waistcoats and green baize aprons。 Bond ordered an Americano and examined the sprinkling of over…dressed customers； mostly from Paris he guessed； who sat talking with focus and vivacity； creating that theatrically clubbable atmosphere of l'heure de l'apéritif
The men were drinking inexhaustible quarter…bottles of champagne； the women dry martinis。
'Moi； j'adore le 〃Dry〃；' a bright…faced girl at the next table said to her panion； too neat in his unseasonable tweeds； who gazed at her with moist brown eyes over the top of an expensive shooting…stick from Hermes； 'fait avec du Gordon's； bien entendu。'
'D'accord； Daisy。 Mais tu sais； un zeste de citron 。 。 。'
Bond's eye was caught by the tall figure of Mathis on the pavement outside； his face turned in animation to a darkhaired girl in grey。 His arm was linked in hers； high up above the elbow； and yet there was a lack of intimacy in their appearance； an ironical chill in the girl's profile； which made them seem two separate people rather than a couple。 Bond waited for them to e through the street door into the bar； but for appearances' sake continued to stare out of the window at the passers…by。
'But surely it is Monsieur Bond？' Mathis's voice behind him was full of surprised delight。 Bond； appropriately flustered； rose to his feet。 'Can it be that you are alone？ Are you awaiting someone？ May I present my colleague； Mademoiselle Lynd？ My dear； this is the gentleman from Jamaica with whom I had the pleasure of doing business this morning。'
Bond inclined himself with a reserved friendliness。 'It would be a great pleasure；' he addressed himself to the girl。 'I am alone。 Would you both care to join me？' He pulled out a chair and while they sat down he beckoned to a waiter and despite Mathis's expostulations insisted on ordering the drinks … a fine à l'eau for Mathis and a bacardi for the girl。
Mathis and Bond exchanged cheerful talk about the fine weather and the prospects of a revival in the fortunes of Royale…les…Eaux。 The girl sat silent。 She accepted one of Bond's cigarettes； examined it and then smoked it appreciatively and without affectation； drawing the smoke deeply into her lungs with a little sigh and then exhaling it casually through her lips and nostrils。 Her movements were economical and precise with no trace of self…consciousness。
Bond felt her presence strongly。 While he and Mathis talked； he turned from time to time towards her； politely including her in the conversation； but adding up the impressions recorded by each glance。
Her hair was very black and she wore it cut square and low on the nape of the neck； framing her face to below the clear and beautiful line of her jaw。 Although it was heavy and moved with the movements of her head； she did not constantly pat it back into place； but let it alone。 Her eyes were wide apart and deep blue and they gazed candidly back at Bond with a touch of ironical disinterest which； to his annoyance； he found he would like to shatter； roughly。 Her skin was lightly sun…tanned and bore no trace of makeup except on her mouth which was wide and sensual。 Her bare arms and hands had a quality of repose and the general impression of restraint in her appearance and movements was carried even to her fingernails which were unpainted and cut short。 Round her neck she wore a plain gold chain of wide flat links and on the fourth finger of the right hand a broad topaz ring。 Her medium…length dress was of grey soie sauvage with a square…cut bodice； lasciviously tight across her fine breasts。 The skirt was closely pleated and flowered down from a narrow； but not a thin； waist。 She wore a three…inch； handstitched black belt。 A handstitched black sabretache rested on the chair beside her； together with a wide cart…wheel hat of gold straw； its crown encircled by a thin black velvet ribbon which tied at the back in a short bow。 Her shoes were square…toed of plain black leather。
Bond was excited by her beauty and intrigued by her posure。 The prospect of working with her stimulated him。 At the same time he felt a vague disquiet。 On an impulse he touched wood。
Mathis had noticed Bond's preoccupation。 After a time he rose。
'Forgive me；' he said to the girl； 'while I telephone to the Dubernes。 I must arrange my rendezvous for dinner tonight。 Are you sure you won't mind being left to your own devices this evening？'
She shook her head。
Bond took the cue and； as Mathis crossed the room to the telephone booth beside the bar； he said： 'If you are going to be alone tonight； would you care to have dinner with me？'
She smiled with the first hint of conspiracy she had shown。 'I would like to very much；' she said； 'and then perhaps you would chaperon me to the Casino where Monsieur Mathis tells me you are very much at home。 Perhaps I will bring you luck。'
With Mathis gone； her attitude towards him showed a sudden warmth。 She seemed to acknowledge that they were a team and； as they discussed the time and place of their meeting； Bond realized that it would be quite easy after all to plan the details of his project with her。 He felt that after all she was interested and excited by her role and that she would work willingly with him。 He had imagined many hurdles before establishing a rapport； but now he felt he could get straight down to professional details。 He was quite honest to himself about the hypocrisy of his attitude towards her。 As a woman； he wanted to sleep with her but only when the job had been done。
When Mathis came back to the table Bond called for his bill。 He explained that he was expected back at his hotel to have lunch with friends。 When for a moment he held her hand in his he felt a warmth of affection and understanding pass between them that would have seemed impossible half an hour earlier。
The girl's eyes followed him out on to the boulevard。
Mathis moved his chair close to hers and said softly： 'That is a very good friend of mine。 I am glad you have met each other。 I can already feel the ice…floes on the two rivers breaking up。' He smiled； 'I don't think Bond has ever been melted。 It will be a new experience for him。 And for you。'
She did not answer him directly。
'He is very good…looking。 He reminds me rather of Hoagy Carmichael； but there is something cold and ruthless in his 。 。 。'
The sentence was never finished。 Suddenly a few feet away the entire plate…glass window shivered into confetti。 The blast of a terrific explosion； very near； hit them so that they were rocked back in their chairs。 There was an instant of silence。 Some objects pattered down on to the pavement outside。 Bottles slowly toppled off the shelves behind the bar。 Then there were screams and a stampede for the door。
'Stay there；' said Mathis。
He kicked back his chair and hurtled through the empty window…frame on to the pavement。
CHAPTER 6 … TWO MEN IN STRAW HATS
When Bond left the bar he walked purposefully along the pavement flanking the tree…lined boulevard towards his hotel a few hundred yards away。 He was hungry。
The day was still beautiful； but by now the sun was very hot and the plane…trees； spaced about twenty feet apart on the grass verge between the pavement and the broad tarmac； gave a cool shade。
There were few people abroad and the two men standing quietly under a tree on the opposite side of the boulevard looked out of place。
Bond noticed them when he was still a hundred yards away and when the same distance separated them from the ornamental porte cochère of the Splendide。
There was something rather disquieting about their appearance。 They were both small and they were dressed alike in dark and； Bond reflected； rather hot…looking suits。 They had the appearance of a variety turn waiting for a bus on the way to the theatre。 Each wore a straw hat with a thick black ribbon as a concession； perhaps； to the holiday atmosphere of the resort； and the brims of these and the shadow from the tree under which they stood obscured their faces。 Incongruously； each dark； squat little figure was illuminated by a touch of bright colour。 They were both carrying； square camera…cases slung from the shoulder。
And one case was bright red and the other case bright blue。
By the time Bond had taken in these details； he had e to within fifty yards of the two men。 He was reflecting on the ranges of various types of weapon and the possibilities of cover when an extraordinary and terrible scene was enacted。
Red…man seemed to give a short nod to Blue…man。 With a quick movement Blue…man unslung his blue camera…case。 Blue…man； and Bond could not see exactly as the trunk of a plane…tree beside him just then intervened to obscure his vision； bent forward and seemed to fiddle with the case。 Then with a blinding flash of white light there was the ear…splitting crack of a monstrous explosion and Bond； despite the protection of the tree…trunk； was slammed down to the pavement by a bolt of hot air which dented his cheeks and stomach as if t