The patron brought him the letter in the morning.
patronHe burst into Bond’s room holding the envelope in front of him as if it was on fire.
‘There has been a terrible accident. Madame...’
Bond hurled himself out of bed and through the bathroom, but the communicating door was locked. He dashed back and through his room and down the corridor past a shrinking, terrified maid.
Vesper’s door was open. The sunlight through the shutters lit up the room. Only her black hair showed above the sheet and her body under the bedclothes was straight and moulded like a stone effigy on a tomb.
Bond fell on his knees beside her and drew back the sheet.
She was asleep. She must be. Her eyes were closed. There was no change in the dear face. She was just as she would look and yet, and yet she was so st
