For your eyes only [antikvár]

James Bond in the Forest The eyes behind the wide black rubber goggles were as cold as blue steel. The BSA M20 motor-bicycle was flashing along the road at a great speed. The eyes were the only qmet things in the rushing flesh and metal. Behind the glass of the goggles they looked straight ahead and never turned. The wind was beating against the face and blowing open the mouth. The face seemed to be smiling, and big teeth showed like white gravestones. The hands that controlled the motor-bicycle wore long black leather gloves. They looked like the attacking paws of a big animal. The man was wearing the uniform of a dispatch-rider in the Royal Corps of Signals. His motor-bicycle was painted green and it looked exactly like the British Army machines. There was no reason to suppose that the man was not an army messenger, except for one thing. The machine carried a special gun below the handlebars - a Luger. And the Luger was fully loaded. It was just after seven o'clock on a May morning. The motorcyclist was travelling along the straight road through the Versailles and St Germain forests. He was travelling north, towards St Germain. There was no one in sight except for a figure, perhaps half a kilometre ahead - another Royal Corps dispatch rider. The man ahead was young. He was enjoying the beautiful morning and he was not travelling very fast. Five hundred metres . . . Four hundred . . . Three hundred . . . Two hundred . . . One hundred. The man who was coming up from behind reduced his speed. He pulled oflF his right glove with his teeth and pushed the glove into his uniform pocket. Then he bent down and picked up the gun from below the handlebars. The young man ahead must have seen him in his driving mirror. Suddenly he turned his head round. He was surprised that another motor-cyclist was on the road at that early hour. He supposed that he was an American, or a French Army policeman, or perhaps a man on die staff of SHAPE (Supreme