if.goldfinger-第38章
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There was a throbbing pain at the back of his neck。 He was staring up into a big enamelled light bowl with one powerful bulb。 He was on some sort of a table and his wrists and ankles were bound to its edges。 He felt with his fingers。 He felt polished metal。
A voice； Goldfinger's voice； flat； uninterested； said； 'Now we can begin。'
Bond turned his head towards the voice。 His eyes were dazzled by the light。 He squeezed them hard and opened them。 Goldfinger was sitting in a canvas chair。 He had taken off his jacket and was in his shirt sleeves。 There were red marks round the base of his throat。 On a folding table beside him were various tools and metal instruments and a control panel。 On the other side of the table Tilly Masterton sat in another chair。 She was strapped to it by her wrists and ankles。 She sat bolt upright as if she was in school。 She looked incredibly beautiful； but shocked； remote。 Her eyes gazed vacantly at Bond。 She was either drugged or hypnotized。
Bond turned his head to the right。 A few feet away stood the Korean。 He still wore his bowler hat but now he was stripped to the waist。 The yellow skin of his huge torso glinted with sweat。 There was no hair on it。 The flat pectoral muscles were as broad as dinner plates and the stomach was concave below the great arch of the ribs。 The biceps and forearms； also hairless； were as thick as thighs。 The ten…minutes…to…two oil slicks of the eyes looked pleased； greedy。 The mouthful of blackish teeth formed an oblong grin of anticipation。
Bond raised his head。 The quick look round hurt。 They were in one of the factory workrooms。 White light blazed round the iron doors of two electric furnaces。 There were bluish sheets of metal stacked in wooden frames。 From somewhere came the whir of a generator。 There was a distant； muffled sound of hammering； and； behind the sound； the faraway iron pant of the power plant。
Bond glanced down the table on which he lay spread…eagled。 He let his head fall back with a sigh。 There was a narrow slit down the centre of the polished steel table。 At the far end of the slit； like a foresight framed in the vee of his parted feet； were the glinting teeth of a circular saw。
Bond lay and stared up at the little message on the lamp bulb。 Goldfinger began to speak in a relaxed conversational voice。 Bond pulled the curtains tight across the ghastly peep…show of his imagination and listened。
'Mr Bond； the word 〃pain〃 es from the Latin poena meaning 〃penalty〃 … that which must be paid。 You must now pay for the inquisitiveness which your attack upon me proves； as I suspected； to be inimical。 Curiosity； as they say； killed the cat。 This time it will have to kill two cats； for I fear I must also count this girl an enemy。 She tells me she is staying at the Bergues。 One telephone call proved that to be false。 Oddjob was sent to where you were both hidden and recovered her rifle and also a ring which it happens that I recognize。 Under hypnotism the rest came out。 This girl came here to kill me。 Perhaps you did too。 You have both failed。 Now must e the poena。 Mr Bond' … the voice was weary； bored … 'I have had many enemies in my time。 I am very successful and immensely rich； and riches； if I may inflict another of my aphorisms upon you； may not make you friends but they greatly increase the class and variety of your enemies。'
'That's very neatly put。'
Goldfinger ignored the interruption。 'If you were a free man； with your talent for inquiry； you would be able to find round the world the relics of those who have wished me ill； or who have tried to thwart me。 There have； as I said； been many of these people and you would find； Mr Bond； that their remains resemble those of hedgehogs squashed upon the roads in summertime。'
'Very poetic simile。'
'By chance； Mr Bond。 I am a poet in deeds … not often in words。 I am Concerned to arrange my actions in appropriate and effective patterns。 But that is by the way。 I wish to convey to you that it was a most evil day for you when you first crossed my path and； admittedly in a very minor fashion； thwarted a minuscule project upon which I was engaged。 On that occasion it was someone else who suffered the poena that should have been meted out to you。 An eye was taken for the eye； but it was not yours。 You were lucky and； if you had then found an oracle to consult； the oracle would have said to you； 〃Mr Bond； you have been fortunate。 Keep away from Mr Auric Goldfinger。 He is a most powerful man。 If Mr Goldfinger wanted to crush you； he would only have to turn over in his sleep to do so。〃'
'You express yourself most vividly。' Bond turned his head。 The great brown and orange football of a head was bent slightly forward。 The round moon…face was bland； indifferent。 Casually； one hand reached out to the control panel and pressed down a switch。 There came a slow metallic growl from the end of the table on which Bond lay。 It curved quickly up to a harsh whine and then to a shrill high whistle that was barely audible。 Bond turned his head wearily away。 How soon could he manage to die？ Was there any way he could hasten death？ A friend of his had survived the Gestapo。 He had described to Bond how he had tried to mit suicide by holding his breath。 By superhuman will…power； after a few minutes without breathing； unconsciousness had e。 But； with the blackout of the senses； will and intention had also left the body。 At once reason was forgotten。 The body's instinct to live manned the pumps and got breath back into the body again。 But Bond could try it。 There was nothing else to help him through the pain barrier before the blessing of death。 For death was the only exit。 He knew he could never squeal to Goldfinger and live with himself again … even in the unlikely event that Goldfinger could be bought off with the truth。 No； he must stick to his thin story and hope that the others who would now follow him on Gold…finger's trail would have better luck。 Who would M choose？ Probably 008； the second killer in the small section of three。 He was a good man； more careful than Bond。 M would know that Goldfinger had killed Bond and he would give 008 licence to kill in return。 258 in Geneva would put him on to the scent that would end with Bond's inquiry about the Entre…prises Auric。 Yes； fate would catch up with Goldfinger if Bond could only keep his mouth shut。 If he gave the least clue away； Goldfinger would escape。 That was unthinkable。
'Now then； Mr Bond；' Goldfinger's voice was brisk。 'Enough of these amiabilities。 Sing； as my Chicago friends put it； and you will die quickly and painlessly。 The girl also。 Sing not； and your death will be one long scream。 The girl I shall then give to Oddjob； as I did that cat； for supper。 Which is it to be？'
Bond said； 'Don't be a fool； Goldfinger。 I told my friends at Universal where I was going and why。 The girl's parents know that she went with me。 I made inquiries about this factory of yours before we came here。 We shall be traced here very easily。 Universal is powerful。 You will have the police after you within days of our disappearance。 I will make a deal with you。 Let us go and nothing more will be heard of the matter。 I will vouch for the girl。 You are making a stupid mistake。 We are two perfectly innocent people。'
Goldfinger said in a bored voice； 'I'm afraid you don't understand； Mr Bond。 Whatever you have managed to find out about me； which I suspect is very little； can only be a grain of the truth。 I am engaged upon gigantic enterprises。 To take the gamble of letting either of you leave here alive would be quite ludicrous。 It is out of the question。 As for my being bothered by the police； I shall be delighted to receive them if they e。 Those of my Koreans who can speak won't do so … nor will the mouths of my electric furnaces which will have vaporized you both and all your belongings at two thousand degrees Centigrade。 No； Mr Bond； make your choice。 Perhaps I can encourage you' … there came the noise of a lever moving across iron teeth。 'The saw is now approaching your body at about an inch every minute。 Meanwhile；' he glanced at Odd job and held up one finger； 'a little massage from Oddjob。 To begin with； only grade one。 Grades two and three are still more persuasive。'
