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of many long and eventful holiday months. Though he felt a tinge of sadness,
Bond knew that all good things must end sometime. Now, the moment had come.
The oilskin packet, recovered at Murik's death, contained a whole folio of
interesting items, many of which would take months to unravel. Most important
of all was the irrefutable documentation concerning Murik's real parenthood
and Lavender Peacock's claim to the estates and title. These also proved her
real name to be Lavender Murik, Peacock being a name assumed, quite illegally,
by her father before he returned to make the claim which had ended in death.
Bond had been allowed to extract these documents, and M saw to it that they
were placed in the hands of the best possible solicitors in Scotland. He was
optimistic that there would be a quick ruling on the matter. In a few months
Lavender would gain her inheritance.
In the meantime, Bond had been given a long leave to recuperate; though Bill
Tanner had stayed on duty, his cheek decorated with sticking plaster for over
a month.
A few days after his return from Murcaldy, Bond had left with Lavender, by
car, for the French Riviera. To begin with, things had gone according to plan.
Thinking it would be a great treat, Bond had taken the girl to the best
hotels; but she was unsettled, and did not like the fuss.
On one occasion, while staying at the Negresco in Nice, Lavender wakened Bond
in the night, crying out and screaming in the clutches of a nightmare. Later
she told him she had dreamed of them both trapped in the Starlifter, which was
on fire. James Bond gently cradled her in his arms, soothed her as one
comforts a child, and held her close until the sun came up. Then they sat and
breakfasted on the balcony, watching the early strollers along the Promenade
des Anglais and the white triangles of yacht sails against the Mediterranean.
After a few days of this, they decided on more simple pleasures motoring
into the mountains, staying in small villages far away from the crowded
resorts; or at little-known seaside places, basking in the sun, lazing,
eating, talking and loving.
Bond explained the new responsibilities that would soon be thrust upon her,
and Lavender slowly became more serious and withdrawn. She was still fun to be
with, but, as the weeks passed Bond noticed she was spending more time writing
letters, making telephone calls, sending and receiving cables. Then one
morning, out of the blue, she announced that they must return to England.
So it turned out that, a week after their return to London, Lavender visited a
solicitor in Gray's Inn-acting for a firm in Edinburgh-to be told that the
Scottish courts had upheld her claim to the Murik estates and title. There was
even an imposing document from the Lord Lyon King of Arms, stating that she
had inherited the title Lady Murik of Murcaldy.
Two days later, Lavender visited Bond with the news that she had managed to
obtain a place at one of the major agricultural colleges, where she was going
to study estate management. In fact, she would be leaving on the sleeper that
night, to tie up matters in Edinburgh.
'I want to get the place running properly again,' she told him. 'It needs a
new broom and a blast of cold air blowing through it. I think that's what my
father would have wanted for me to give the estate, and the title, its good
name again.
Bond, due back from leave the following day, would not have tried to stop her.
She was right, and he felt proud of having had some part in what looked like a
glowing future. He took her out to dinner, then drove to collect her things
and get her to the station.
'You'll come and stay, James, won't you? When I've got it all going again, I
mean.' She leaned down out of the train window, the last-minute bustle going
on around them.
'You try and stop me,' he said with a smile. 'Just try. But you might have to
hold my hand at night to lay the ghosts.'
'The ghosts? Really? It'll be a pleasure, James.' Lady Murik leaned forward
and kissed him hard on the mouth, just as the whistle blew and the train
started to move. 'Goodbye, James. See you again soon. Goodbye, my dear James.'
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'Yes, Dilly, you'll see me again soon.' He stepped back, raising a hand. Quite
a Lady, thought James Bond, as the train snaked from the platform. Quite a
Lady.
The End
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