if.goldfinger-第47章
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which the landscape will be … er … decorated。 Right？'
Mr Solo's dark eyes burned across the table。 He said softly； 'Sure； is right so far。 Now mebbe you' … he blew out his cheeks and gave a quick hard puff towards Goldfinger …'like this and the twenty…ton door he fall down。 Yes？'
'Yes；' said Goldfinger equably。 'Almost exactly like that。' He rose and went to the table under the blackboard； lifted up the big ungainly carton and carried it carefully back and placed it on the table in front of him。 It seemed to be very heavy。
He sat down and continued； 'While ten of my trained assistants are making preparations for the vault to be opened； stretcher teams will enter the depository and remove to safety as many of the inmates as can be located。' Bond thought he noticed a treacherous purr underlying Goldfinger's next words。 'I am sure you will all agree； gentlemen and madam； that all unnecessary loss of life should be avoided。 Thus far； I hope you notice that there have been no casualties with the exception of two employees of the Illinois Central Railroad who have received sore heads。' Goldfinger didn't wait for ment but went on。 'Now；' he reached out and placed his hand on the carton； 'when you； gentlemen； and your associates have needed weapons； other than the conventional small arms； where have you found them？ At military establishments； gentlemen。 You have purchased submachine guns and other heavy equipment from quartermaster storekeepers at nearby military bases。 You have achieved this by the use of pressure； blackmail or money。 I have done the same。 Only one weapon would be powerful enough to blast open the Bullion Vault at Fort Knox and I obtained one； after much seeking； from a certain allied military base in Germany。 It cost me exactly one million dollars。 This； gentlemen； is an atomic warhead designed for use with the Corporal Intermediate Range Guided Missile。'
'Cheesus Kerist。' Jed Midnight's hands reached for the edge of the table beside Bond and gripped it。
All the faces round the table were pale。 Bond could feel the skin taut over his own tensed jaw。 To break his tension he reached inside his coat pocket for the Chesterfields and lit one。 He slowly blew out the flame and put the lighter back in his pocket。 God Almighty！ What had he got himself into？ Bond looked back down the vista of his knowledge of Gold…finger。 The first meeting with the naked brown body on the roof of the Floridiana Cabana Club。 The casual way he had rapped Goldfinger's knuckles。 The interview with M。 The meeting at the bank at which it。had been a question of tracking down a gold smuggler … admittedly a big one and one who worked for the Russians … but still only a man…sized criminal； someone Bond had taken trouble to beat at golf and then had pursued coolly； efficiently； but still as only one more quarry like so many others。 And now！ Now it was not a rabbit in the rabbit hole； not even a fox； it was a king cobra …the biggest； most deadly inhabitant of the world！ Bond sighed wearily。 Once more into the breach； dear friends！ This time it really was St George and the dragon。 And St George had better get a move on and do something before the dragon hatched the little dragon's egg he was now nesting so confidently。 Bond smiled tautly。 Do what？ What in God's name was there he could do？
Goldfinger held up his hand。 'Gentlemen and madam； believe me； this object is an entirely harmless lump of machinery。 It is not armed。 If I hit it with a hammer it would not explode。 Nothing can make it explode until it is armed and that will not happen until The Day。'
Mr Billy Ring's pale face was shiny with sweat。 The words trembled slightly as they hissed out through the false grin。 'Mister； what。。。 what about this thing they call … er …fall…out？'
'Fall…out will be minimal； Mr Ring； and extremely localized。 This is the latest model … the so…called 〃clean〃 atomic bomb。 But protection suits will be issued to the squad that first enters the ruins of the building。 They will form the first in the human chain that will remove the gold and pass it to the waiting trucks。'
'Flying debris； Mister？ Chunks of concrete and steel and so forth？' Mr Midnight's voice came from somewhere in his stomach。
'We shall take shelter behind the outer steel stockade of the depository； Mr Midnight。 All personnel will wear earplugs。 There may be minor damage to some of the trucks； but that hazard must be accepted。'
'Da sleeping guys？' Mr Solo's eyes were greedy。 'Mebbe dey jess sleeps a liddle longer？' Mr Solo obviously didn't worry too much about the sleeping guys。
'We shall move as many as possible to safety。 We must； I am afraid； accept minor damage to the town。 I estimate that casualties among the population will approximately equal three days' toll on the roads of Fort Knox。 Our operation will merely serve to keep road accident statistics at a steady level。'
'Damn nice of us。' Mr Midnight's nerves had now recovered。
'Any more questions？' Goldfinger's voice was bland。 He had read out the figures； estimated the prospects for the business。 Now it was time to put the meeting to the vote。 'Details remain to be worked out exactly。 In that； my staff here' … he turned first to Bond and then to Miss Masterton …'will be assisting me。 This room will be our operations room to which you will all have access by day or by night。 The code word for the project is 〃Operation Grand Slam〃； which will always be used in referring to the project。 May I suggest that those of you who wish to participate should brief one； and only one； of your most trusted lieutenants。 Other staff can be trained for their functions as if this were a run…of…the…mill bank robbery。 On D…l a slightly wider briefing of staff will be necessary。 I know I can rely on you； gentlemen and madam； if you decide to participate； to treat this whole project as an operation of war。 Inefficiency or insecurity will of course have to be dealt with decisively。 And now； gentlemen and madam； I will ask yOu to reply on behalf of your respective organizations。 Which of you wishes to enter this race？ The prize is gigantic。 The risks are minimal。 Mr Midnight？' Goldfinger turned his head an inch to die right。 Bond saw the wide open X…ray gaze devour his neighbour。 'Yes？' There was a pause。 'Or no？'
CHAPTER NINETEEN
SECRET APPENDIX
'MR GOLD；' Jed Midnight pronounced sonorously； 'you are undoubtedly the greatest thing in crime since Cain invented murder and used it on Abel。' He paused and added emphatically； 'I shall count it an honour to be associated with you in this enterprise。'
〃Thank you； Mr Midnight。 And you； Mr Ring？' Bond was doubtful about Mr Billy Ring。 He had scrawled plusses against all the names except Ring and Helmut Springer。 To Mr Ring he had allotted a nought； to Springer a minus sign。 He had e to his conclusions by watching eyes； mouths； hands； but nothing had been betrayed by The Grinner's unwavering false smile。 The wink in his right eye had been as steady on the pulse…beat as a metronome and he had kept his hands below the table。
Now Billy Ring brought his hands up from below the table and formed a cat's cradle with them on the green baize in front of him。 For a moment he watched the two thumbs twirling； then he raised his nightmare face to Goldfinger's。 The tic in his right eye had stopped。 The two rows of teeth began to operate like a ventriloquist's dummy。 'Mister1 … he found difficulty with his b's； m's and p's and produced them by bringing his upper lip down over his teeth like a horse does when it takes sugar out of your hand … 'long time now my friends and I been back in legal。 What I mean； the old days of leaving corpses strewn all over the landscape went out with the 'forties。 Me and my associates； we do all right with the girls； the hemp； and the racetrack； and when we're short there's our good friends the Union to slip us the odd fin。 Ya see； mister' … The Grinner opened his hands and then put them back into the cradle … 'we figger the old days are gone。 Big Jim Colossimo； Johnny Torrio； Dion O'Bannion； Al Capone … where are those guys today； huh？ Mister； they're pushing up the morning glory by the fence。 Mebbe you weren't around in the days when we used to hide up between
