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unately　they　both　had　valid　visas　and　I　think　Immigration　was　satisfied　that　Mr　Auric　Goldfinger　was　a　sufficient　guarantee　that　neither　of　them　wants　to　overthrow　the　United　States　Government　by　force；　what？'
　'Yes　indeed；　and　thank　you　Mr　Goldfinger。　Anything　I　can　do。。。　I　understand　you　have　a　private　ambulance　waiting　outside。'
　Bond　opened　his　eyes　and　looked　at　where　the　doctor's　voice　came　from。　He　saw　a　pleasant；　serious　young　man　with　rimless　glasses　and　a　crew…cut。　Bond　said　quietly　and　with　desperate　sincerity；　'Doctor；　there　is　absolutely　nothing　wrong　with　me　or　this　girl。　We　have　been　drugged　and　brought　here　against　our　will。　Neither　of　us　works　or　has　ever　worked　for　Goldfinger。　I　am　warning　you　that　we　have　been　kidnapped。　I　demand　to　see　the　Chief　of　Immigration。　I　have　friends　in　Washington　and　New　York。　They　will　vouch　for　me。　I　beg　of　you　to　believe　me。'　Bond　held　the　man's　eyes　in　his；　willing　him　to　believe；
　The　doctor　looked　worried。　He　turned　to　Goldfinger。　Goldfinger　shook　his　head　…　discreetly　so　that　Bond　would　not　be　insulted。　A　surreptitious　hand　went　up　and　tapped　the　side　of　his　head　away　from　Bond。　Goldfinger　raised　helpless　eyebrows。　'You　see　what　I　mean；　Doctor？　It's　been　like　this　for　days。　Total　nervous　prostration　bined　with　persecution　mania。　Dr　Foch　said　they　often　go　together。　It　may　need　weeks　at　the　Harkness。　But　I'm　going　to　pull　him　round　if　it's　the　last　thing　I　do。　It's　the　shock　of　these　unfamiliar　surroundings。　Perhaps　a　shot　of　intraval　sodium。。。'
　The　doctor　bent　to　his　black　bag。　'I　guess　you're　right；　Mr　Goldfinger。　So　long　as　Harkness　is　looking　after　the　case。'　There　came　the　tinkle　of　instruments。
　Goldfinger　said；　'It's　terribly　sad　to　see　a　man　break　down　so　utterly；　a　man　who　has　been　one　of　my　best　assistants。'　He　bent　a　sweet；　fatherly　smile　on　Bond。　There　was　a　catch　in　his　voice。　'You'll　be　all　right；　James。　Just　relax　and　have　a　nice　sleep。　I　was　afraid　the　flight　might　be　too　much　for　you。　Just　relax　and　leave　everything　to　me。'　。
　Bond　felt　the　swab　on　his　arm。　He　heaved。　Against　his　will；　a　shower　of　curses　poured　from　his　lips。　Then　he　felt　the　needle　and　opened　his　mouth　and　screamed　and　screamed　while　the　doctor　knelt　beside　him　and　delicately；　patiently；　wiped　away　the　sweat　from　his　forehead。
　Now　it　was　a　grey　painted　box　of　a　room。　There　were　no　windows。　Light　came　from　a　single　lamp　inset　in　the　centre　of　the　ceiling。　Round　the　lamp　were　concentric　slits　in　the　plaster　and　there　was　the　neutral　smell　and　faint　hum　of　air…conditioning。　Bond　found　he　could　sit　up。　He　did　so。　He　felt　drowsy　but　well。　He　suddenly　realized　that　he　was　ravenously　hungry　and　thirsty。　When　had　he　last　had　a　meal？　Two；　three　days　ago？　He　put　his　feet　down　on　the　floor。　He　was　naked。　He　examined　his　body。　Oddjob　had　been　careful。　There　was　no　sign　of　damage　save　for　the　group　of　needle…。marks　on　his　right　forearm。　He　got　up；　conquering　dizziness；　and　took　a　few　steps　in　the　room。　He　had　been　lying　on　a　ship's　type　bunk　with　drawers　under　it。　The　only　other　furniture　in　the　room　was　a　plain　deal　table　and　an　upright　wooden　chair。　Everything　was　clean；　functional；　Spartan。　Bond　knelt　to　die　drawers　under　the　bunk　and　opened　them。　They　contained　all　the　contents　of　his　suitcase　except　his　watch　and　the　gun。　Even　the　rather　heavy　shoes　he　had　been　wearing　on　his　expedition　to　Entreprises　Auric　were　there。　He　twisted　one　of　the　heels　and　pulled。　The　broad　double…sided　knife　slid　smoothly　out　of　its　scabbard　in　the　sole。　With　the　fingers　wrapped　round　the　locked　heel　it　made　a　workmanlike　stabbing　dagger。　Bond　verified　that　the　other　shoe　held　its　knife　and　clicked　the　heels　back　into　position。　He　pulled　ouj：　some　clothes　and　put　them　on。　He　found　his　cigarette　case　and　lighter　and　lit　a　cigarette。　There　were　two　doors　of　which　one　had　a　handle。　He　opened　this　one。　It　led　into　a　small；　well…appointed　bathroom　and　lavatory。　His　washing　and　shaving　things　were　neatly　laid　out。　There　were　a　girl's　things　beside　them。　Bond　softly　opened　the　other　door　into　the　bathroom。　It　was　a　similar　room　to　his　own。　Tilly　Masterton's　black　hair　showed　on　the　pillow　of　the　bunk。　Bond　tiptoed　over　and　looked　down。　She　was　sleeping　peace　fully；　a　half…smile　on　the　beautiful　mouth。　Bond　went　back　into　the　bathroom；　softly　closed　the　door　and　went　to　the　mirror　over　the　basin　and　looked　at　himself。　The　black　stubble　looked　more　like　three　days　than　two。　He　set　to　work　to　clean　himself　up。
　Half　an　hour　later。　Bond　was　sitting　on　the　edge　of　his　bunk　thinking；　when　the　door　without　a　handle　opened　abruptly。　Oddjob　stood　in　the　entrance。　He　looked　incuriously　at　Bond。　His　eyes　nickered　carefully　round　the　room。　Bond　said　sharply；　'Oddjob；　I　want　a　lot　of　food；　quickly。　And　a　bottle　of　bourbon；　soda　and　ice。　Also　a　carton　of　Chesterfields；　king…size；　and　either　my　own　watch　or　another　one　as　good　as　mine。　Quick　march！　Chop…chop！　And　tell　Goldfinger　I　want　to　see　him；　but　not　until　I've　had　something　to　eat。　e　on！　Jump　to　it！　Don't　stand　there　looking　inscrutable。　I'm　hungry。'
　Oddjob　looked　redly　at　Bond　as　if　wondering　which　piece　to　break。　He　opened　his　mouth；　uttered　a　noise　between　an　angry　bark　and　a　belch；　spat　drily　on　the　floor　at　his　feet　and　stepped　back；　whirling　the　door　shut。　When　the　slam　should　have　e；　the　door　decelerated　abruptly　and　closed　with　a　soft；　decisive；　double　click。
　The　encounter　put　Bond　in　good　humour。　For　some　reason　Goldfinger　had　decided　against　killing　him。　He　wanted　them　alive。　Soon　Bond　would　know　why　he　wanted　them　alive　but；　so　long　as　he　did；　Bond　intended　to　stay　alive　on　his　own　terms。　Those　terms　included　putting　Oddjob　and　any　other　Korean　firmly　in　his　place；　which；　in　Bond's　estimation；　was　rather　lower　than　apes　in　the　mammalian　hierarchy。
　By　the　time　an　excellent　meal　together　with　everything　else；　including　his　watch；　Bond　had　asked　for；　had　been　brought　by　one　of　the　Korean　servants；　Bond　had　learned　nothing　more　about　his　circumstances　except　that　his　room　was　close　to　water　and　not　far　from　a　railway　bridge。　Assuming　his　room　was　in　New　York；　it　was　either　on　the　Hudson　or　the　East　River。　The　railway　was　electric　and　sounded　like　a　subway；　but　Bond's　New　York　geography　was　not　good　enough　to　place　it。　His　watch　had　stopped。　When　he　asked　the　time　he　got　no　answer。
　Bond　had　eaten　all　the　food　on　the　tray　and　was　smoking　and　sipping　a　solid　bourbon　and　soda　when　the　door　opened。　Goldfinger　came　in　alone。　He　was　wearing　a　regulation　businessman's　clothes　and　looked　relaxed　and　cheerful。　He　closed　the　door　behind　him　and　stood　with　his　back　to　it。　He　looked　searchingly　at　Bond。　Bond　smoked　and　looked　politely　back。
　Goldfinger　said；　'Good　morning；　Mr　Bond。　I　see　you　are　yourself　again。　I　hope　you　prefer　being　here　to　being　dead。　So　as　to　save　you　the　trouble　of　asking　a　lot　of　conventional　questions；　I　will　tell　you　where　you　are　and　what　has　happened　to　you。　I　will　then　put　to　you　a　proposition　to　which　I　require　an　unequivocal　reply。　You　are　a　more　reasonable　man　than　most；　so　I　need　only　give　you　one　brief　warning。　Do　not　attempt　any　dramatics。　Do　not　attack　me　with　a　knife　or　a　fork　or　that　bottle。　If　you　do；　I　shall　shoot　you　with　this。'　A　small…calibre　pistol　grew　like　a　black　thumb　out　of　Gold…finger's　right　fist。　He　put　the　hand　with　the　gun　back　in　his　pocket。　'I　very　seldom　use　these　things。　When　I　have　had　to；　I　have　never　needed　more　than　one　…25　calibre　bullet　to　kill。　I　shoot　at　the　right　eye；　Mr　Bond。　And　I　never　miss。'
　Bond　said；　T）on't　worry；　I'm　not　as　accurate　as　that　with　a　bourbon　bottle。'　He　hitched　up　the　knee　of　his　trousers　and　put　one　leg　across　the　other。　He　sat　relaxed。　'Go　ahead。'
　'Mr　Bond；'　Goldfinger's　voice　was　amiable。　'I　am　an　expert　in　many　other　materials　beside　metals　and　I　have　a　keen　appreciation　of　everything　that　is　one　thousand　fine；　as　we　say　of　the　purest　gold。　In　parison　with　that　degree　of　purity；　of　value；　human　material　is　of　a　very　low　grade　indeed。　But　occasionally　one　es　across　a　piece　of　this　stuff　that　can　at　least　be　put　to　the　lower　forms　of　use。　Oddjob　is　an　example　of　what　I　mean　…　simple；　unrefined　clay；　capable　of　limited　exploitation。　At　the　last；　moment　my　hand　hesitated　to　de