The seconds wasted on the extra shot had given Major Gonzales a chance.He had got behind the body of the first gunman and now he opened up onBond with the tommy-gun. Whether he had seen Bond or was only firing atthe flashes from the Savage he was doing well. Bullets zwipped into themaple and slivers of wood spattered into Bond's face. Bond fired twice.The dead body of the gunman jerked. Too low! Bond reloaded and tookfresh aim. A snapped branch fell across his rifle. He shook it free, butnow Gonzales was up and running forward to the group of gardenfurniture. He hurled the iron table on its side and got behind it as twosnap shots from Bond kicked chunks out of the lawn at his heels. Withthis solid cover his shooting became more accurate, and burst afterburst, now from the right of the table and now from the left, crashedinto the maple tree while Bond's single shots clanged against the whiteiron or whined off across the lawn. It was not easy to traverse thetelescopic sight quickly from one side of the table to the other andGonzales was cunning with his changes. Again and again his bulletsthudded into the trunk beside and above Bond. Bond ducked and ranswiftly to the right. He would fire, standing, from the open meadow andcatch Gonzales off-guard. But even as he ran, he saw Gonzales dart frombehind the iron table. He also had decided to end the stalemate. He wasrunning for the dam to get across and into the woods and come up afterBond. Bond stood and threw up his rifle. As he did so, Gonzales also sawhim. He went down on one knee on the dam wall and sprayed a burst atBond. Bond stood icily, hearing the bullets. The crossed hairs centredon Gonzales's chest. Bond squeezed the trigger. Gonzales rocked. He halfgot to his feet. He raised his arms and, with his gun still pumpingbullets into the sky, dived clumsily face forward into the water.
'But he worked hard and everyone liked the young couple, and things wentalong like a marriage bell for six months or so. Then, and now I'm onlyguessing, the occasional word began to drop like acid in the happylittle bungalow. You can imagine the sort of thing: "Why doesn't theColonial Secretary's wife ever take me out shopping with her? How longmust we wait before we can give another cocktail party? You know wecan't afford to have a baby. When are you due for promotion? It'sawfully dull here all day with nothing to do. You'll have to get thedinner tonight. I simply can't be bothered. You have such an interestingtime. It's all right for you..." and so on and so forth. And ofcourse the cosseting quickly went by the board. Now it was Masters, andof course he was delighted to do it, who brought the air hostessbreakfast in bed before he went off to work. It was Masters who tidiedup the house when he came back in the evening and found cigarette ashand chocolate papers all over the place. It was Masters who had to giveup smoking and his occasional drink to buy her new clothes so that shecould live up to the other wives. Some of this showed, at any rate to mewho knew Masters well, in the Secretariat. The preoccupied frown, theoccasional enigmatic, over-solicitous telephone call in office hours,the ten minutes stolen at the end of the day so that he could take Rhodato the cinema, and, of course, the occasional half-joking questionsabout marriage in general: What do other wives do all day long? Do mostwomen find it a bit hot out here? I suppose women (he almost added "Godbless 'em") are much more easily upset than men. And so forth. Thetrouble, or at least most of it, was that Masters was besotted. She washis sun and his moon and if she was unhappy or restless it was all hisfault. He cast about desperately for something that would occupy her andmake her happy, and finally, of all things, he settled--or rather theysettled together--on golf. Golf is very much the thing in Bermuda. Thereare several fine links--including the famous Mid-Ocean Club where allthe quality play and get together at the club afterwards for gossip anddrinks. It was just what she wanted--a smart occupation and highsociety. God knows how Masters saved up enough to join and buy her theclubs and the lessons and all the rest, but somehow he did it and it wasa roaring success. She took to spending all day at the Mid-Ocean. Sheworked hard at her lessons and got a handicap and met people through thelittle competitions and the monthly medals, and in six months she wasnot only playing a respectable game but had become quite the darling ofthe men members. I wasn't surprised. I remember seeing her there fromtime to time, a delicious sunburned little figure in the shortest ofshorts with a white eyeshade with a green lining, and a trim compactswing that flattered her figure, and I can tell you,' the Governortwinkled briefly, 'she was the prettiest thing I've ever seen on a golfcourse. Of course the next step didn't take long. There was amixed-foursome competition. She was partnered with the oldest Tattersallboy--they're the leading Hamilton merchants and more or less the rulingclique in Bermudan society. He was a young hellion--handsome as bedamned, a beautiful swimmer and a scratch golfer, with an open MG and aspeed-boat and all the trimmings. You know the type. Got all the girlshe wanted, and, if they didn't sleep with him pretty quickly, theydidn't get the rides in the MG or the Chriscraft or the evenings in thelocal night clubs. The couple won the competition after a hard fight inthe final and Philip Masters was in the fashionable crowd round theeighteenth green to cheer them home. That was the last time he cheeredfor many a long day, perhaps for all his life. Almost at once shestarted "going" with young Tattersall, and once started she went likethe wind. And believe me, Mr Bond'--the Governor closed a fist andbrought it softly down on the edge of the drinks-table--'it was ghastlyto see. She didn't make the smallest attempt to soften the blow or hidethe affair in any way. She just took young Tattersall and hit Masters inthe face with him, and went on hitting. She would come home at any hourof the night--she had insisted that Masters should move into the spareroom, some pretext about it being too hot to sleep together--and if sheever tidied the house or cooked him a meal it was only makeshift and tokeep up some kind of appearance. Of course, in a month, the whole thingwas public property and poor Masters was wearing the biggest pair ofhorns that had even been seen in the Colony. Lady Burford finallystepped in and gave Rhoda Masters a talking to--said she was ruining herhusband's career and so forth. But the trouble was that Lady Burfordfound Masters a pretty dull dog, and having perhaps had one or twoescapades in her own youth--she was still a handsome woman with atwinkle in her eye--she was probably a bit too lenient with the girl. Ofcourse Masters himself, as he was to tell me later, went through theusual dreary sequence--remonstrance, bitter quarrel, furious rage,violence (he told me he damned nearly throttled her one night) and,finally, icy withdrawal and sullen misery.' The Governor paused. 'Idon't know if you've ever seen a heart being broken, Mr Bond, brokenslowly and deliberately. Well, that's what I saw happening to PhilipMasters, and it was a dreadful thing to watch. There he had been, a manwith Paradise in his face, and, within a year of his arrival in Bermuda,Hell was written all over it. Of course I did my best, we all did in oneway or another, but once it had happened, on that eighteenth green atthe Mid-Ocean, there was really nothing to do but try and pick up thebits. But Masters was like a wounded dog. He just drew away from us intoa corner and snarled when anyone tried to come near him. I even went tothe length of writing him one or two letters. He later told me he hadtorn them up without reading them. One day, several of us got togetherand asked him to a stag-party in my bungalow. We tried to get him drunk.We got him drunk all right. The next thing that happened was a crashfrom the bathroom. Masters had tried to cut his wrists with my razor.That broke our nerve and I was deputed to go and see the Governor aboutthe whole business. The Governor knew about it, of course, but had hopedhe wouldn't have to interfere. Now the question was whether Masterscould even stay on in the Service. His work had gone to pieces. His wifewas a public scandal. He was a broken man. Could we stick the bitstogether again? The Governor was a fine man. Once action had been forcedon him, he was determined to make a last effort to stave off the almostinevitable report to Whitehall which would finally smash what remainedof Masters. And Providence stepped in to lend a hand. The very next dayafter my interview with the Governor, there was a dispatch from theColonial Office saying that there was to be a meeting in Washington todelineate off-shore fishing rights, and that Bermuda and the Bahamas hadbeen invited to send representatives of their Governments. The Governorsent for Masters, spoke to him like a Dutch uncle, told him that he wasbeing sent to Washington and that he had better have his domesticaffairs settled one way or the other in the next six months, and packedhim off. Masters left in a week and sat in Washington talking fish forfive months, and we all heaved a sigh of relief and cut Rhoda Masterswhenever we could find an opportunity to do it.'
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