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and off the top of the hairless head to make a kind of child's sketch of a face。
The ghost face jerked slowly round the room； looking。 It saw the white bed with the twin smudges of the heads on the pillow。 It stopped looking and slowly； painfully； a hand； with shiny metal in it； came up beside the head and smashed clumsily downward through the panes of glass。
The noise was a trigger that released me。 I screamed and hit sideways with my hand。 It probably didn't help。 The crash of glass had wakened him。 I might even have spoiled his aim。 But then came the double roar of guns； the solid slap of bullets into the wall above my head； another great splintering of glass； and the turnip face had gone。
〃Are you all right； Viv？〃 His voice was urgent； desperate。
He saw that I was and didn't wait for an answer。 The bed heaved and suddenly the moonlight threw a great block of light through the door。 He ran so quietly that I didn't hear his feet on the concrete floor of the carport； but I could visualize him flattening himself against its wall and edging round。 I just lay and stared； aghast…another literary word； but an accurate one…at the jagged remains of the window and remembered the glistening； horrible turnip head that must have been a ghost。
James Bond came back。 He didn't say a word。 The first thing he did was to get me a glass of water。 The prosaic action； the first thing a parent does when the child has nightmares； brought back the room and its familiar shapes from the black and red cave of the ghosts and the guns。 Then he fetched a bath towel and put a chair under the smashed window and climbed on it and draped the towel over the window。
I was suddenly conscious of the muscles that bunched and relaxed in his naked body and I was amused at how odd a man looks without any clothes on when he is not making love but just moving about a room doing kind of household chores。 I thought that perhaps one ought to be a nudist。 But perhaps only under forty。 I said； 〃James； don't ever get fat。〃
He had fixed the towel as a curtain。 He got down off the chair and said absent…mindedly； 〃No。 That's right。 One shouldn't get fat。〃
He put the chair tidily back beside the desk where it belonged and picked up his gun that he had put down on the desk。 He examined the gun。 He went to his small pile of clothes and took out a new clip and substituted it for the old one and came over to the bed and slipped the gun under his pillow。
Now I realized why he had lain like that； with his right hand doubled under the pillow。 I guessed that he always slept like that。 I thought his must be rather like a fireman's life； always waiting for a call。 I thought how extraordinary it must be to have danger as your business。
He came and sat down on the edge of my side of the bed。 In the filtering scraps of light his face looked drawn and sort of blasted； as if by shock。 He tried to smile； but the tense muscles wouldn't let him and it was only a crooked sketch of a smile。 He said； 〃I nearly got us both killed again。 I'm sorry； Viv。 I must be losing my touch。 If I go on like this I'm going to catch trouble。 When the car went into the lake； remember a bit of the roof and the rear window was left sticking out of the water？ Well； there was obviously plenty of air trapped in that corner。 I was a damned fool not to have worked that out for myself。 This fellow Sluggsy only needed to knock out the rear window and swim ashore。 He was hit several times。 It must have been hard going for him。 But he got to our cabin。 We ought to be dead ducks。 Don't go round the back in the morning。 He's not a pretty sight。〃 He looked at me for reassurance。 〃Anyway； I'm sorry； Viv。 It ought never to have happened。〃
I scrambled off the bed and went and put my arms round him。 His body was cold。 I hugged him to me and kissed him。 〃Don't be silly； James！ If it wasn't for me； you wouldn't have got into all this mess。 And where would I be now if it wasn't for you？ I'd not only have been a dead duck； but a roasted one too； hours ago。 The trouble with you is you haven't had enough sleep。 And you're cold。 e into bed with me。 I'll keep you warm。〃 I got up and pulled him to his feet。
He caught me to him。 He reached down with both hands and pressed my body hard into his。 He held me like that for a time； quite still； and I felt the way his body was gaining warmth from mine。 Then he lifted me up and laid me softly back on the bed。 And then he took me fiercely； almost cruelly； and once again there came the small scream from someone who was no longer me and then we were lying side by side and his heart was pounding wildly against my breast and I found that my right hand was clenched in his hair。
I relaxed my cramped fingers and reached down for his hand。 I said； 〃James； what's a bimbo？〃
〃Why？〃
〃I'll tell you when you've told me。〃
He laughed sleepily。 〃It's gangster language for a whore。〃
〃I thought it was something like that。 They kept on calling me that。 I suppose it must really be true。〃
〃You don't qualify。〃
〃Promise you don't think I'm a bimbo？〃
〃Promise。 You're just a darling chick。 I'm cow…simple about you。〃
〃What's that mean？〃
〃It means crazy for a girl。 Now； that's enough questions。 Go to sleep。〃 He kissed me gently and turned over on his side。
I curled up against him； fitting myself close in to his back and thighs。 〃This is a nice way to sleep…like spoons。 Good night； James。〃
〃Good night； darling Viv。〃
Fifteen： The Writing on My Heart
THOSE were the last words he spoke to me。 When I woke up the next morning he was gone。 There was only the dent down the bed where he had lain； and the smell of him on the pillow。 To make sure； I jumped out of bed and ran to see if the gray car was still there。 It wasn't。
It was a beautiful day and there was heavy dew on the ground； and in the dew I could see the single track of his footprints leading to where the car had been。 A bobolink flew crying across the clearing； and from somewhere in the trees came the dying call of a mourning dove。
The ruins of the motel were black and hideous； and a ghostly wisp of smoke rose straight up into the still air from the remains of the lobby block。 I went back into the cabin and had a shower and began briskly to pack my things into my two saddlebags。 Then I saw the letter on the dressing table and I went and sat on the bed and read it。
It was written on motel paper from the writing desk。 The writing was very clear and even； and he had used a real pen and not a ball…point。
Dear Viv；
You may have to show this to the police； so I will be businesslike。 I am on my way to Glens Falls； where I will make a full report to the police after telling the Highway Patrol to get to you immediately。 I will also get in touch with Washington and they will almost certainly put Albany in charge of the case。 I shall pull every string to see that you are not worried too much and that they let you go on your way after getting your statement。 Glens Falls will have my route and the registration number of the car； and they will be able to pick me up； wherever I am； if you need any help or they want to know anything more from me。 You won't be able to get any breakfast so I shall