if.goldfinger-第8章
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Bond went to his suitcase and took out a thick book … The Bible Designed to be Read as Literature… opened it and extracted his Walther PPK in the Berns Martin holster。 He slipped the holster inside his trouser band to the left。 He tried one or two quick draws。 They were satisfactory。 He closely examined the geography of his suite； on the assumption that it would be exactly similar to the Hawaii。 He visualized the scene that would almost certainly greet him when he came through the door of the suite downstairs。 He tried his pass…key in the various locks and practised opening the doors noiselessly。 Then he pulled a fortable chair in front of the open balcony door and sat and smoked a cigarette while he gazed out across the sea and thought of how he would put things to Goldfinger when the time came。
At three…fifteen； Bond got up and went out on to the balcony and cautiously looked down at the two tiny figures across the square of green baize。 He went back into the room and checked the exposure meter on the Leica。 The light was the same。 He slipped on the coat of his dark blue tropical worsted suit； straightened his tie and slung the strap of the Leica round his neck so that the camera hung at his chest。 Then； with a last look round； he went out and along to the elevator。 He rode down to the ground floor and examined the shop windows in the foyer。 When the elevator had gone up again； he walked to the staircase and slowly climbed up two floors。 The geography of the second floor was identical with the twelfth。 Room 200 was where he had expected it to be。 There was no one in sight。 He took out his pass…key and silently opened the door and closed it behind him。 In the small lobby； a raincoat； a light camel…hair coat and a pale grey Homburg hung on hooks。 Bond took his Leica firmly in his right hand； held it up close to his face and gently tried the door to the sitting…room： It was not locked。 Bond eased it open。
Even before he could see what he expected to see he could hear the voice。 It was a low； attractive； girl's voice； an English voice。 It was saying； 'Drew five and four。 pleted canasta in fives with two twos。 Discarding four。 Has singletons in king's； knaves； nines； sevens。'
Bond slid into the room。
The girl was sitting on two cushions on top of a table which had been pulled up a yard inside the open balcony door。 She had needed the cushions to give her height。 It was at the top of the afternoon heat and she was naked except for a black brassiere and black silk briefs。 She was swinging her legs in a bored fashion。 She had just finished painting the nails on her left hand。 Now she stretched the hand out in front of her to examine the effect。 She brought the hand back close to her lips and blew on the nails。 Her right hand reached sideways and put the brush back in the Revlon bottle on the table beside her。 A few inches from her eyes were the eyepieces of a powerful…looking pair of binoculars supported on a tripod whose feet reached down between her sunburned legs to the floor。 Jutting out from below the binoculars was a microphone from which wires led to a box about the size of a portable record player under the table。 Other wires ran from the box to a gleaming indoor aerial on the sideboard against the wall。
The briefs tightened as she leant forward again and put her eyes to the binoculars。 'Drew a queen and a king。 Meld of queens。 Can meld kings with a joker。 Discarding seven。' She switched off the microphone。
While she was concentrating； Bond stepped swiftly across the floor until he was almost behind her。 There was a chair。 He stood on it； praying it wouldn't squeak。 Now he had the height to get the whole scene in focus。 He put his eye to the viewfinder。 Yes； there it was； all in line； the girl's head； the edge of the binoculars； the microphone and； twenty yards below； the two men at the table with Mr Du Font's hand of cards held in front of him。 Bond could distinguish the reds and the blacks。 He pressed the button。
The sharp explosion of the bulb and the blinding flash of light forced a quick scream out of the girl。 She swivelled round。
Bond stepped down off the chair。 'Good afternoon。'
'Whoryou？ Whatyouwant？' The girl's hand was up to her mouth。 Her eyes screamed at him。
'I've got what I want。 Don't worry。 It's all over now。 And my^jmme's Bond； James Bond。'
Bond put his camera carefully down on the chair and came and stood in the radius of her scent。 She was very beautiful。 She had the palest blonde hair。 It fell heavily to her shoulders； unfashionably long。 Her eyes were deep blue against a lightly sunburned skin and her mouth was bold and generous and would have a lovely smile。
She stood up and took her hand away from her mouth。 She was tall； perhaps five feet ten； and her arms and legs looked firm as if she might be a swimmer。 Her breasts thrust against the black silk of the brassiere。
Some of the fear had gone out of her eyes。 She said in a low voice； 'What are you going to do？'
'Nothing to you。 I may tease Goldfinger a bit。 Move over like a good girl and let me have a look。'
Bond took the girl's place and looked through the glasses。 The game was going on normally。 Goldfinger showed no sign that his munications had broken down。
'Doesn't he mind not getting the signals？ Will he stop playing？'
She said hesitatingly； 'It's happened before when a plug pulled or something。 He just waits for me to e through again。'
Bond smiled at her。 'Well； let's let him stew for a bit。 Have a cigarette and relax；' he held out a packet of Chesterfields。 She took one。 'Anyway it's time you did the nails on your right hand。'
A smile flickered across her mouth。 'How long were you there？ You gave me a frightful shock。'
'Not long； and I'm sorry about the shock。 Goldfinger's been giving poor old Mr Du Pont shocks for a whole week。'
'Yes；' she said doubtfully。 'I suppose it's really rather mean。 But he's very rich； isn't he？'
'Oh yes。 I shouldn't lose any sleep over Mr Du Pont。 But Goldfinger might choose someone who can't afford it。 Anyway； he's a millionaire himself。 Why does he do it？ He's crawling with money。'
Animation flooded back into her face。 'I know。 I simply can't understand him。 It's a sort of mania with him； making money。 He can't leave it alone。 I've asked him why and all he says is that one's a fool not to make money when the odds are right。 He's always going on about the same thing； getting the odds right。 When he talked me into doing this；' she waved her cigarette dt the binoculars； 'and I asked him why on earth he bothered； took these stupid risks； all he said was； 〃That's the second lesson。 When the odds aren't right； make them right'〃
Bond said； 'Well； it's lucky for him I'm not Pinkertons or the Miami Police Department。'
The girl shrugged her shoulders。 'Oh； that wouldn't worry him。 He'd just buy you off。 He can buy anyone off。 No one can resist gold。'
'What do you mean？'
She said indifferently； 'He always carries a million dollars' worth of gold about with him except when he's going through the Customs。 Then he just carries a belt full of gold coins round his stomach。 Otherwise it's in thin sheets in the bottom and sides of his suitcases。 They're really gold suitcases covered with leather。'
'They must weigh a ton。'
〃He always travels by car； one with special springs。 And his chauffeur is a huge man。 He carries them。 No one else touches them。'
'Why does he carry around all that gold？'
'Just in case he needs it。 He knows that gold will buy him anything he wants。 It's all twenty…four carat。 And anyway he loves gold； really loves it like people love jewels or stamps or … well；' she smiled； 'women。'
Bond smiled back。 'Does he love you？'
She blushed and said indignantly； 'Certainly not。' Then； more reasonably； 'Of course you can think anything you like。 But really he doesn't。 I mean； I think he likes people to think that we … that I'm … that it's a question of love and all that。 You know。 He's not very prepossessing and I suppose it's a question of … well … of vanity or something。'
'Yes； I see。 So you're just a kind of secretary？'
'panion；' she corrected him。 'I don't have to type or anything。' She suddenly put her hand up to her mouth
