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She watched his eyes on her and nonchalantly drew her forearms together in her lap so that the valley between her breasts deepened。
The message was unmistakable and an answering warmth must have showed on Bond's cold； drawn face； for suddenly The Big Man picked up the small ivory whip from the desk beside him and lashed across at her； the thong whistling through the air and landing with a cruel bite across her shoulders。
Bond winced even more than she did。 Her eyes blazed for an instant and then went opaque。
'Sit up；' said The Big Man softly； 'you forget yourself。'
She sat slowly more upright。 She had a pack of cards in her hands and she started to shuffle them。 Then； out of bravado perhaps； she sent him yet another message … of plicity and of more than plicity。
Between her hands； she faced the knave of hearts。 Then the queen of spades。 She held the two halves of the pack in her lap so that the two court cards looked at each other。 She brought the two halves of the pack together until they kissed。 Then she riffled the cards and shuffled them again。
At no moment of this dumb show did she look at Bond and it was all over in an instant。 But Bond felt a glow of excitement and a quickening of the pulse。 He had a friend in the enemy's camp。
'Are you ready； Solitaire？' asked The Big Man。
'Yes； the cards are ready；' said the girl； in a low； cool voice。
'Mister Bond； look into the eyes of this girl and repeat the reason for your presence here which you gave me just now。'
Bond looked into her eyes。 There was no message。 They were not focused on his。 They looked through him。
He repeated what he had said。
For a moment he felt an uncanny thrill。 Could this girl tell？ If she could tell； would she speak for him or against him？
For a moment there was dead silence in the room。 Bond tried to look indifferent。 He gazed up at the ceiling … then back at her。
Her eyes came back into focus。 She turned away from him and looked at Mr。 Big。
'He speaks the truth；' she said coldly。
CHAPTER VIII
NO SENSAYUMA
MR。 BIG reflected for a moment。 He seemed to decide。 He pressed a switch on the inter。
'Blabbermouth？'
'Yassuh； Boss。'
'You're holding that American； Leiter。'
'Yassuh。'
'Hurt him considerably。 Ride him down to Bellevue Hospital and dump him nearby。 Got that？'
'Yassuh。'
'Don't be seen。'
'Nossuh。'
Mr。 Big centred the switch。
'God damn your bloody eyes；' said Bond viciously。 'The CIA won't let you get away with this！'
'You forget； Mister Bond。 They have no jurisdiction in America。 The American Secret Service has no power in America … only abroad。 And the FBI are no friends of theirs。 Tee…Hee； e here。'
'Yassuh； Boss。' Tee…Hee came and stood beside the desk。
Mr。 Big looked across at Bond。
'Which finger do you use least； Mister Bond？'
Bond was startled by the question。 His mind raced。
'On reflection； I expect you will say the little finger of the left hand；' continued the soft voice。 'Tee…Hee； break the little finger of Mr。 Bond's left hand。'
The negro showed the reason for his nickname。
'Hee…hee；' he gave a falsetto giggle。 'Hee…hee。'
He walked jauntily over to Bond。 Bond clutched madly at the arms of his chair。 Sweat started to break out on his forehead。 He tried to imagine the pain so that he could control it。
The negro slowly unhinged the little finger of Bond's left hand； immovably bound to the arm of his chair。
He held the tip between finger and thumb and very deliberately started to bend it back； giggling inanely to himself。
Bond rolled and heaved； trying to upset the chair； but Tee…Hee put his other hand on the chair…back and held it there。 The sweat poured off Bond's face。 His teeth started to bare in an involuntary rictus。 Through the increasing pain he could just see the girl's eyes wide upon him； her red lips slightly parted。
The finger stood upright； away from the hand。 Started to bend slowly backwards towards his wrist。 Suddenly it gave。 There was a sharp crack。
'That will do；' said Mr。 Big。
Tee…Hee released the mangled ringer with reluctance。
Bond uttered a soft animal groan and fainted。
'Da guy ain't got no sensayuma；' mented Tee…Hee。
Solitaire sat limply back in her chair and closed her eyes。
'Did he have a gun？' asked Mr。 Big。
'Yassuh。' Tee…Hee took Bond's Beretta out of his pocket and slipped it across the desk。 The Big Man picked it up and looked at it expertly。 He weighed it in his hand； testing the feel of the skeleton grip。 Then he pumped the shells out on to the desk； verified that he had also emptied the chamber and slid it over towards Bond。
'Wake him up；' he said； looking at his watch。 It said three o'clock。
Tee…Hee went behind Bond's chair and dug his nails into the lobes of Bond's ears。
Bond groaned and lifted his head。
His eyes focused on Mr。 Big and he uttered a string of obscenities。
'Be thankful you're not dead；' said Mr。 Big without emotion。 'Any pain is preferable to death。 Here is your gun。 I have the shells。 Tee…Hee； give it back to him。'
Tee…Hee took it off the desk and slipped it back into Bond's holster。
'I will explain to you briefly；' continued The Big Man； 'why it is that you are not dead； why you have been permitted to enjoy the sensation of pain instead of adding to the pollution of the Harlem River from the folds of what is jocularly known as a cement overcoat。'
He paused for a moment and then spoke。
'Mister Bond； I suffer from boredom。 I am a prey to what the early Christians called 〃accidie〃； the deadly lethargy that envelops those who are sated； those who have no more desires。 I am absolutely pre…eminent in my chosen profession； trusted by those who occasionally employ my talents； feared and instantly obeyed by those whom I myself employ。 I have； literally； no more worlds to conquer within my chosen orbit。 Alas； it is too late in my life to change that orbit for another one； and since power is the goal of all ambition； it is unlikely that I could possibly acquire more power in another sphere than I already possess in this one。'
Bond listened with part of his mind。 With the other half he was already planning。 He sensed the presence of
Solitaire； but he kept his eyes off her。 He gazed steadily across the table at the great grey face with its unwinking golden eyes。
The soft voice continued。
'Mister Bond； I take pleasure now only in artistry； in the polish and finesse which I can bring to my operations。 It has bee almost a mania with me to impart an absolute rightness； a high elegance； to the execution of my affairs。 Each day； Mister Bond； I try and set myself still higher standards of subtlety and technical polish so that each of my proceedings may be a work of art； bearing my signature as clearly as the creations of； let us say； Benvenuto Cellini。 I am content； for the time being； to be my only judge； but I sincerely believe； Mister Bond； that the approach to perfection which I am steadily achieving in my operations will ultimately win recognition in the history of our times。'
Mr。 Big paused。 Bond saw that his great yellow eyes were wide； as if he saw visions。 He's a raving megalomaniac； thought Bond。 And all the more dangerous because of it。 The fault in most criminal minds was that greed was their only impulse。 A dedicated mind was quite another matter。 This man was no gangster。 He was a menace。 Bond was fascinated and slightly awestruck。
'I accept anonymity for two reasons；' continued the low voice。 'Because the nature of my operations demands it and because I admire the self…negation of the anonymous artist。 If you will allow the conceit； I see myself sometimes as one of those great Egyptian fresco painters who devoted their lives to producing masterpieces in the tombs of kings； knowing that no living eye would ever see them。'
The great eyes closed for a moment。
'However； let us return to the particular。 The reason； Mister Bond； why I have not killed you this morning is because it would give me no aesthetic pleasure to blow a hole in your stomach。 With this engine；' he gestured towards the gun trained on Bond through the desk drawer； 'I have already blown many holes in many stomachs； so I am quite satisfied that m
