ark Hospital speaking,’ said a voice. ‘Emergency ward. Doctor Roberts. We have a Mr. Leiter here who’s asking for you. Can you come right over?’
‘God Almighty,’ 深圳夜生活交友 said Bond, gripped with fear. ‘What’s the matter with him. Is he bad?’
‘Nothing to worry about,’ said the voice. ‘Automobile accident. Looks like a hit-and-run job. Slight concussion. Can you come over? He seems to want you.’
‘Of course,’ said Bond, relieved. ‘Be there right away.’
Now what the hell, he wondered as he hurried across the lawn. Must have been beaten up and left in the road. On the whole, Bond was glad it was no worse.
As they turned across Treasure Island Causeway an ambulance passed them, its bell clanging.
More trouble, thought Bond. Don’t seem to be able to move without running into it.
They crossed St. Petersburg by Central Avenue and turned right down the road he and Leiter had taken the day before. Bond’s suspicions seemed to be confirmed when he found the hospital was only a couple of blocks from Ourobouros 深圳宝安西乡桑拿哪里服务好 Inc.
Bond paid off the cab and ran up the steps of the impressive building. There was a reception desk in the spacious entrance hall. A pretty nurse sat at the desk reading the ads in the St. Petersburg Times.
‘Dr. Roberts?’ inquired Bond.
‘Dr. which?’ asked the girl looking at him with approval.
‘Dr. Roberts, Emergency ward,’ said Bond impatiently. ‘Patient called Leiter, Felix Leiter. Brought in this morning.’
‘No doctor called Roberts here,’ said the girl. She ran a finger down a list on the desk. ‘And no patient called Leiter. Just a moment and I’ll 深圳桑拿莞式 call the ward. What did you say your name was?’
‘Bryce,’ said Bond. ‘John Bryce.’ He started to sweat profusely although it was quite cool in the hall. He wiped his wet hands on his trousers, fighting to keep from panic. The damn girl just didn’t know her job. Too pretty to be a 深圳按摩休闲会所体验 nurse. Ought to have someone competent on the desk. He ground his teeth as she talked cheerfully into the telephone.
She put down the receiver. ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Bryce. Must be some mistake. No cases during the night and they’ve never heard of a Dr. Roberts or a Mr. Leiter. Sure you’ve got the right hospital?’
Bond turned away without answering her. Wiping the sweat from his forehead, he made for the exit.
The girl made a face at his back and picked up her paper.
Mercifully, a cab was just drawing up with some other visitors. Bond took it and told the 深圳桑拿行情
driver to get him back quick to The Everglades. All he knew was that they had got Leiter and had wanted to draw Bond away from the cottage. Bond couldn’t make it out, but he knew that suddenly everything was going bad on them and that the initiative was back in the hands of Mr. Big 深圳桑拿中心起火 and his machine.
Mrs. Stuyvesant hurried out when she saw him leave the cab.
‘Your poor friend,’ she said without sympathy. ‘Really he should be more careful.’
‘Yes, Mrs. Stuyvesant. What is it?’ said Bond impatiently.
‘The ambulance came just after you left.’ The woman’s eyes were gleaming with the bad news. ‘Seems Mr. Leiter was in an accident with his car. They had to carry him to the cottage on a stretcher. Such a nice coloured man was in charge. He said Mr. Leiter would be quite all right but he mustn’t be disturbed on any account.
Poor boy! Face 深圳按摩找小姐 all covered with bandages. They said they’d make him comfortable and a doctor would be coming later. If there’s anything I can…’
Bond didn’t wait for more. He ran down the lawn to the cottage and dashed through the lobby into Leiter’s room.
There was the shape of a body on Leiter’s bed. It was covered with a sheet. Over the face, the sheet seemed to be motionless.
Bond gritted his teeth as he leant over the bed. Was there a tiny flutter of movement?
Bond snatched the shroud down from the face. There was no face. Just something wrapped round and round with dirty bandages, like a white wasps’ nest.
He softly pulled the sheet down further. More bandages, still more roug