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veral hunks of crab on to his plate； doused them liberally in melted butter and dug in。 Bond followed suit and proceeded to eat； or rather devour； the most delicious meal he had had in his life。
The meat of the stone crabs was the tenderest； sweetest shellfish he had ever tasted。 It was perfectly set off by the dry toast and slightly burned taste of the melted butter。 The champagne seemed to have the faintest scent of strawberries。 It was ice cold。 After each helping of crab； the champagne cleaned the palate for the next。 They ate steadily and with absorption and hardly exchanged a word until the dish was cleared。
With a slight belch； Mr Du Pont for the last time wiped butter off his chin with his silken bib and sat back。 His face was flushed。 He looked proudly at Bond。 He said reverently； 'Mr Bond； I doubt if anywhere in the world a man has eaten as good a dinner as that tonight。 What do you say？'
Bond thought； I asked for the easy life； the rich life。 How do I like it？ How do I like eating like a pig and hearing remarks like that？ Suddenly the idea of ever having another meal like this； or indeed any other meal with Mr Du Pont； revolted him。 He felt momentarily ashamed of his disgust。 He had asked and it had been given。 It was the puritan in him that couldn't take it。 He had made his wish and the wish had not only been granted； it had been stuffed down his throat。 Bond said； 'I don't know about that； but it was certainly very good。'
Mr Du Pont was satisfied。 He called for coffee。 Bond refused the offer of cigars or liqueurs。 He lit a cigarette and waited with interest for the catch to be presented。 He knew there would be one。 It was obvious that all this was part of the e…on。 Well； let it e。
Mr Du Pont cleared his throat。 'And now； Mr Bond； I have a proposition to put to you。' He stared at Bond； trying to gauge his reaction in advance。
'Yes？'
'It surely was providential to meet you like that at the airport。' Mr Du Font's voice was grave； sincere。 'I've never forgotten our first meeting at Royale。 I recall every detail of it … your coolness； your daring； your handling of the cards。' Bond looked down at the table…cloth。 But Mr Du Pont had got tired of his peroration。 He said hurriedly； 'Mr Bond； I will pay you ten thousand dollars to stay here as my guest until you have discovered how this man Goldfinger beats me at cards。'
Bond looked Mr Du Pont in the eye。 He said； 'That's a handsome offer； Mr Du Pont。 But I have to get back to
London。 I must be in New York to catch my plane within forty…eight hours。 If you will play your usual sessions tomorrow morning and afternoon I should have plenty of time to find out the answer。 But I must leave tomorrow night； whether I can help you or not。 Done？' 'Done；' said Mr Du Pont。
CHAPTER THREE
THE MAN WITH AGORAPHOBIA
THE FLAPPING of the curtains wakened Bond。 He threw off the single sheet and walked across the thick pile carpet to the picture window that filled the whole of one wall。 He drew back the curtains and went out on to the sun…filled balcony。
The black and white chequer…board tiles were warm； almost hot to the feet although it could not yet be eight o'clock。 A brisk inshore breeze was blowing off the sea； straining the flags of all nations that flew along the pier of the private yacht basin。 The breeze was humid and smelt strongly of the sea。 Bond guessed it was the breeze that the visitors like； but the residents hate。 It would rust the metal fittings in their homes； fox the pages of their books； rot their wallpaper and pictures； breed damp…rot in their clothes。
Twelve storeys down the formal gardens； dotted with palm trees and beds of bright croton and traced with neat gravel walks between avenues of bougainvillaea； were rich and dull。 Gardeners were working； raking the paths and picking up leaves with the lethargic slow motion of coloured help。 Two mowers were at work on the lawns and； where they had already been； sprinklers were gracefully flinging handfuls of spray。
Directly below Bond； the elegant curve of the Cabana Club swept down to the beach … two storeys of changing…rooms below a flat roof dotted with chairs and tables and an occasional red and white striped umbrella。 Within the curve was the brilliant green oblong of the Olympic…length swimming…pool fringed on all sides by row upon row of mattressed steamer chairs on which the customers would soon be getting their fifty…dollar…a…day sunburn。 White…jacketed men were working among them； straightening the lines of chairs； turning the mattresses and sweeping up yesterday's cigarette butts。 Beyond was the long； golden beach and the sea； and more men … raking the tideline； putting up the umbrellas； laying out mattresses。 No wonder the neat card inside Bond's wardrobe had said that the cost of the Aloha Suite was two hundred dollars a day。 Bond made a rough calculation。 If he was paying the bill； it would take him just three weeks to spend his whole salary for the year。 Bond smiled cheerfully to himself。 He went back into the bedroom； picked up the telephone and ordered himself a delicious； wasteful breakfast； a carton of king…size Chesterfields and the newspapers。
By the time he had shaved and had an ice…cold shower and dressed it was eight o'clock。 He walked through into the elegant sitting…room and found a waiter in a uniform of plum and gold laying out his breakfast beside the window。 Bond glanced at the Miami Herald。 The front page was devoted to yesterday's failure of an American ICBM at the nearby Cape Canaveral and a bad upset in a big race at Hialeah。
Bond dropped the paper on the floor and sat down and slowly ate his breakfast and thought about Mr Du Pont and Mr Goldfinger。
His thoughts were inconclusive。 Mr Du Pont was either a much worse player than he thought； which seemed unlikely on Bond's reading of his tough； shrewd character； or else Goldfinger was a cheat。 If Goldfinger cheated at cards； although he didn't need the money； it was certain that he had also made himself rich by cheating or sharp practice on a much bigger scale。 Bond was interested in big crooks。 He looked forward to his first sight of Goldfinger。 He also looked forward to penetrating Goldfinger's highly successful and； on the face of it； highly mysterious method of fleecing Mr Du Pont。 It was going to be a most entertaining day。 Idly Bond waited for it to get under way。
The plan was that he would meet Mr Du Pont in the garden at ten o'clock。 The story would be that Bond had flown down from New York to try and sell Mr Du Pont a block of shares from an English holding in a Canadian Natural Gas property。 The matter was clearly confidential and Goldfinger would not think of questioning Bond about details。 Shares； Natural Gas； Canada。 That was all Bond needed to remember。 They would go along together to the roof of the Cabana Club where the game was played and Bond would read his paper and watch。 After luncheon； during which Bond and Mr Du Pont would discuss their 'business'； there would be the same routine。 Mr Du Pont had inquired if there was anything else he could arrange。 Bond had asked for the number of Mr Goldfinger's suite and a passkey。 He had explained that if Goldfinger was any kind of a professional card…sharp； or even an expert amateur； he would travel with the usual tools of the trade … marked and shaved cards； the apparatus for the Short Arm Delivery； and so forth。 Mr Du Pont had said he would give Bond the key when they met in the garden。 He would have no difficulty getting one from the manager。
After breakfast； Bond relaxed and gazed into the middle distance of the sea。 He was not keyed up by the job on hand； only interested and amused。 It was just the kind of job he had needed to clear his palate after Mexico。
At half past nine Bond left his suite and wandered along the corridors of his floor； getting lost on his way to the elevator in order to reconnoitre the lay…out of the hotel。 Then； having met the same maid twice； he asked his way and went down in the elevator and moved among the scattering of early risers through the Pineapple Shopping Arcade。 He glanced into the Bamboo Coffee Shoppe； the Rendezvous Bar； the La Tropicala dining…room； the Kittekat Klub for childr
