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.He discarded casually.He only needed two more good draws to go out unseen.But he would have to be lucky.Drawing two cards doubles the chance of picking up what you want, but it also doubles the chance of picking up useless cards that will only clutter up your hand.Goldfinger played a more deliberate game, almost irritatingly slow.After drawing, he shuffled through his cards again and again before deciding on his discard.On the third draw, Du Pont had improved his hand to the extent that he now needed only one of five cards to go down and out and catch his opponent with a handful of cards which would all count against him.As if Goldfinger knew the danger he was in, he went down for fifty and proceeded to make a canasta with three wild cards and four fives.He also got rid of some more melds and ended with only four cards in his hand.In any other circumstances it would have been ridiculously bad play.As it was, he had made some four hundred points instead of losing over a hundred, for, on the next draw Mr Du Pont filled his hand and, with most of the edge taken off his triumph by Goldfinger's escape, went down unseen with the necessary two canastas.'By golly, I nearly screwed you that time.' Mr Du Font's voice had an edge of exasperation.'What in hell told you to cut an' run?'Goldfinger said indifferently, 'I smelled trouble.' He added up his points, announced them and jotted them down, waiting for Mr Du Pont to do the same.Then he cut the cards and sat back and regarded Bond with polite interest.'Will you be staying long, Mr Bomb?'Bond smiled.'It's Bond, B-O-N-D.No, I have to go back to New York tonight.''How sad.' Goldfinger's mouth pursed in polite regret.He turned back to the cards and the game went on.Bond picked up his paper and gazed, unseeing, at the baseball scores, while he listened to the quiet routine of the game.Goldfinger won that hand and the next and the next.He won the game.There was a difference of one thousand five hundred points -one thousand five hundred dollars to Goldfinger.'There it goes again!' It was the plaintive voice of Mr Du Pont.Bond put down his paper.'Does he usually win?''Usually!' The word was a snort.'He always wins.'They cut again and Goldfinger began to deal.Bond said, 'Don't you cut for seats? I often find a change of seat helps the luck.Hostage to fortune and so on.'Goldfinger paused in his deal.He bent his gaze gravely on Bond.'Unfortunately, Mr Bond, that is not possible or I could not play.As I explained to Mr Du Pont at our first game, I suffer from an obscure complaint - agoraphobia -the fear of open spaces.I cannot bear the open,horizon.I must sit and face the hotel.' The deal continued.'Oh, I'm so sorry.' Bond's voice was grave, interested.'That's a very rare disability.I've always been able to understand claustrophobia, but not the other way round.How did it come about?'Goldfinger picked up his cards and began to arrange his hand.'I have no idea,' he said equably.Bond got up.'Well, I think I'll stretch my legs for a bit.See what's going on in the pool.''You do just that,' said Mr Du Pont jovially.'Just take it easy, James.Plenty of time to discuss business over lunch.I'll see if I can't dish it out to my friend Goldfinger this time instead of taking it.Be seeing you.'Goldfinger didn't look up from his cards.Bond strolled down the roof, past the occasional splayed-out body, to the rail at the far end that overlooked the pool.For a time he stood and contemplated the ranks of pink and brown and white flesh laid out below him on the steamer chairs.The heavy scent of suntan oil came up to him.There were a few children and young people in the pool.A man, obviously a professional diver, perhaps the swimming instructor, stood on the high-dive.He balanced on the balls of his feet, a muscled Greek god with golden hair.He bounced once, casually, and flew off and down, his arms held out like wings.Lazily they arrowed out to cleave the water for the body to pass through.The impact left only a brief turbulence.The diver jack-knifed up again, shaking his head boyishly.There was a smattering of applause.The man trudged slowly down the pool, his head submerged, his shoulders moving with casual power.Bond thought, good luck to you! You won't be able to keep this up for more than another five or six years.High-divers couldn't take it for long - the repeated shock to the skull.With ski-jumping, which had the same shattering effect on the frame, high-diving was the shortest-lived sport.Bond radioed to the diver, 'Cash in quick! Get into films while the hair's still gold.'Bond turned and looked back down the roof towards the two Canasta players beneath the cliff of the hotel.So Gold-finger liked to face the hotel.Or was it that he liked Mr Du Pont to have his back to it? And why? Now, what was the number of Goldfinger's suite? No 200, the Hawaii Suite.Bond's on the top floor was 1200.So, all things being equal, Goldfinger's would be directly below Bond's, on the second floor, twenty yards or so above the roof of the Cabana Club -twenty yards from the card table.Bond counted down.He closely examined the frontage that should be Goldfinger's.Nothing.An empty sun balcony.An open door into the dark interior of the suite.Bond measured distances, angles.Yes, that's how it might be.That's how it must be! Clever Mr Goldfinger!Bond 7 - GoldfingerCHAPTER FOUROVER THE BARRELAFTER LUNCHEON -the traditional shrimp cocktail, 'native' snapper with a minute paper cup of tartare sauce, roast prime ribs of beef au jus, and pineapple surprise- it was time for the siesta before meeting Goldfinger at three o'clock for the afternoon session.Mr Du Pont, who had lost a further ten thousand dollars or more, confirmed that Goldfinger had a secretary.'Never seen her.Sticks to the suite.Probably just some chorine he's brought down for the ride.' He smiled wetly.'I mean the daily ride.Why? You on to something?'Bond was non-committal.'Can't tell yet.I probably won't be coming down this afternoon.Say I got bored watching -gone into the town.' He paused.'But if my idea's right, don't be surprised at what may happen.If Goldfinger starts to behave oddly, just sit quiet and watch.I'm not promising anything.I think I've got him, but I may be wrong.'Mr Du Pont was enthusiastic.'Good for you, boyo!' he said effusively.'I just can't wait to see that bastard over the barrel.Damn his eyes!'Bond took the elevator up to his suite.He went to his suitcase and extracted an M3 Leica, an MC exposure meter, a K2 filter and a flash-holder.He put a bulb in the holder and checked the camera.He went to his balcony, glanced at the sun to estimate where it would be at about three-thirty and went back into the sitting-room, leaving the door to the balcony open.He stood at the balcony door and aimed the exposure meter.The exposure was one-hundredth of a second [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]