John Pearson - James Bond - The Authorised Biography

These sentimental maunderings of mine were interrupted by the bull-frog presence of Augustus.

‘Sah. Would you be knowing where the Commander's gone to?’

I shook my head.

‘Who's wanting him?’

‘Sir William Stephenson. He's on the phone and asking for him. P'rhaps you'd kindly speak to Sir William personally?’

Sir William sounded impatient. ‘Any idea where James has got to?’ I replied that I hadn't seen him since before lunch but that I imagined he was now with Honeychile.

He muttered something beneath his breath and there was a pause as if he were speaking to someone else in the room.

‘You couldn't come up for a moment? Some friends of his have just arrived from London. I'd be most grateful if you could help them find him. It's slightly urgent.’

I took the private lift up to the big glass penthouse on the roof. It was the first time I'd been back there since the evening I arrived. Sir William greeted me. He had three guests with him. One was a short, elderly man with bushy eyebrows and dark piercing eyes; one had a scarred, amusing-looking face; and the third was boyish-looking with wild grey hair.

Sir William introduced me. ‘Sir James Molony – head shrinker-in-chief to the Secret Service. I think you've heard of him. And this is Bill, Bill Tanner, M.'s hard-worked, long-suffering Chief of Staff. And finally, Professor Godwin, of the Department of Genetics from the University of Adelaide. They've all come out from London especially to find James Bond. Where is he?’ I told them he was probably aboard the yacht and offered to help them find it.

We took Sir William's big gold Cadillac, and drove towards the port where I knew the Honeychile was moored.

‘Well, how is he?’ Tanner asked.

‘Marvellous. In great shape.’

‘So your idea about the holiday has worked, Sir James. Bermuda suits him.’

We chatted then about the book. Tanner appeared surprised that Bond had talked so freely.

‘Simply the last few years to finish now,’ I said. ‘The period between the Colonel Sun affair and his arrival here. But he's promised to give me that material after the marriage.’

‘Marriage?’ said Tanner. ‘Who's getting married?’

I told him.

‘Christ,’ he said.

I had wondered if the Honeychile had put to sea, but luckily it was still moored beside the quay. There was no sign of life aboard her, but as we trooped up the gang-plank, we were immediately met by the bland, all-purpose sea-dog, Captain Cullum. He was not over-welcoming.

‘The Commander? He and madam are resting. They left me strict instructions they were not to be disturbed.’

I told him that three important friends of the Commander had just flown in specially from London and were most anxious to see him – at once. The captain began to argue and suggest that we came back later. In reply, Bill Tanner suddenly began thumping on the deck and bellowing,

‘007. On deck at once please. Your Queen and Country need you.’

‘Sir. If you please,’ said Captain Cullum.

‘That's all right, captain,’ replied Tanner, grinning. ‘We're old friends.’

A window from the saloon opened. Bond's tousled head peered out.

‘What the hell … ? Good God – Bill – what are you doing here, making such a filthy racket? And you Sir James. Wait while I get some clothes on.’

Five minutes later we were all sitting cheerfully on the stern. Bond appeared delighted. Captain Cullum was pouring us champagne. There was, as yet, no sign of the mistress of the ship.

We were an odd quintet. Professor Godwin remained silent. So did I. But the other three immediately began chatting and exchanging gossip from Headquarters.

‘M. sends his regards.’

‘He does, does he?’ said Bond.

‘And Moneypenny sends a loving kiss.’

‘Pity you couldn't bring her with you. She could have been our matron of honour.’

‘She'd have been pleased,’ said Tanner. ‘You know she always fancied you herself.’

‘And how did you come?’ Bond asked.

‘By Vulcan bomber – a specially diverted flight. It was laid on specially by Transport Command.’

‘That was a bit excessive wasn't it? Just to be here to see me getting married?’

There was a pause, and Tanner suddenly looked awkwardly towards his feet.

‘That isn't why we're here, James. I'm sorry, but we need you, pronto. It’s most important.’

There was an uncomfortable silence. Professor Godwin started to light his pipe.

‘But that's quite impossible,’ said Bond. His voice was like a whiplash. ‘Impossible. I've had this out with London and they know quite well that I've resigned. Nothing will make me change my mind. I've had enough.’

‘Enough of what?’ said Tanner softly.

‘Enough of this sort of thing. Enough of the whole bloody racket. I want to live.’

The argument would have gone on, but at that moment Honeychile appeared. She wore a blue silk caftan and was looking cool and tall and very beautiful. Love in the afternoon appeared to suit her. I admired her for the way she took this sudden gathering of her fiance’s friends so calmly in her stride. She chatted, smiled and charmed them. It was as if she'd known them all her life. Nothing more was said about the mission, but as we were leaving, Tanner said that Sir William was expecting us that evening. There was a lot still to discuss.

‘You bet there is,’ said Bond. ‘Honey and I will be delighted to attend.’

Tanner's invitation was for nine-thirty and I felt that it had been general enough to include me. Certainly I wasn't missing this part of the battle if I could help it, and turned up in Sir William's penthouse after dinner. The enormous glass rectangle of a room looked magnificent. The lights were low, the shutters were drawn back and we seemed suspended high above the ocean. Far to the right the lights were glittering along the coast. The lighthouse flashed. Lights twinkled from the fishing boats far out at sea.

Everyone was there including the impeccable Augustus who was handing round the drinks and serving coffee.

‘And so,’ I heard Bond saying from the far side of the room, ‘suppose you tell us just what all this is about.’

‘Can't we talk privately?’ Tanner replied.

‘No. Let's hear it straight away. I want Honey to be in on this. It concerns her as much as me.’

Tanner spoke very calmly then – one could detect the ordered mind, the logical delivery of the well-trained military intelligence. I suspect that there was an echo of one of M.'s briefings. I almost expected him to call Bond 007. In fact he didn't.

‘Basically, James, it's a bit of unfinished business we need you to attend to.’

‘Unfinished,’ said Bond quickly. ‘I don't get you. There's nothing open on the files.’

‘It's not a file, James. It's an old friend of yours. Irma Bunt.’

‘She's dead,’ said Bond impatiently.

Tanner shook his head.

“Fraid not. Naturally we all accepted your report after the Japanese assignment when Blofeld's castle went up in flames. She was certainly inside the castle with friend Blofeld. But even then we had our suspicions. Tanaka told us that his people found a male skeleton corresponding to Blofeld's, but there was no sign of the woman's.’

‘It might have been completely burned up in the flames.’

‘Might have been, but wasn't, I'm afraid. We've been getting odd reports about her during the past year. Recently they've all been from Australia. It seems that she's been carrying on Blofeld's biological studies – but turning from plants to animals. The last definite report we had of her was from a place called Crumper's Dick.’

‘Impossible,’ said Bond. ‘There's no such place.’