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Bond noticed that some of the waiting tanks had gold ingots fitted in the centre； and others a gravel of jewels； and he revised his estimate of the treasure； quadrupling it to around four million sterling。
Mr。 Big stood for a few moments with his eyes on the stone floor。 His breathing was deep but controlled。 Then they went on up。
Twenty steps higher there was another landing； smaller and with a door leading off it。 The door had a new chain and padlock on it。 The door itself was made of platted iron slats； brown and corroded with rust。
Mr。 Big paused again and they stood side by side on the small platform of rock。
For a moment Bond thought of escape； but； as if reading his mind； the negro guard crowded him up against the stone wall away from The Big Man。 And Bond knew his first duty was to stay alive and get to Solitaire and somehow keep her away from the doomed ship where the acid was slowly eating through the copper of the timefuse。
From above； a strong draught of cold air was ing down the shaft and Bond felt the sweat drying on him。 He put his right hand up to the wound in his shoulder； undeterred by the prick of the guard's dagger in his side。 The blood was dry and caked and most of the arm was numb。 It ached viciously。
Mr。 Big spoke。
'That wind； Mister Bond；' he pointed up the shaft； 'is known in Jamaica as 〃The Undertaker's Wind〃。'
Bond shrugged his right shoulder and saved his breath。
Mr。 Big turned to the iron door； took a key from his pocket and unlocked it。 He went through and Bond and his guard followed。
It was a long； narrow passage of a room with rusty shackles low down in the walls at less than yard intervals。
At the far end； where a hurricane light hung from the stone roof； there was a motionless figure under a blanket on the floor。 There was one more hurricane light over their heads near the door； otherwise nothing but a smell of damp rock； and ancient torture； and death。
'Solitaire；' said Mr。 Big softly。
Bond's heart leapt and he started forward。 At once a huge hand grasped him by the arm。
'Hold it； white man；' snapped his guard and twisted his wrist up between his shoulder…blades； hefting it higher until
Bond lashed out with his left heel。 It hit the other man's shin； and hurt Bond more than the guard。
Mr。 Big turned round。 He had a small gun almost covered by his huge hand。
'Let him go；' he said； quietly。 'If you want an extra navel； Mister Bond； you can have one。 I have six of them in this gun。'
Bond brushed past The Big Man。 Solitaire was on her feet； ing towards him。 When she saw his face she broke into a run； holding out her two hands。
'James；' she sobbed。 'James。'
She almost fell at his feet。 Their hands clutched at each other。
'Get me some rope；' said Mr。 Big in the doorway。
'It's all right； Solitaire；' said Bond； knowing that it wasn't。 'It's all right。 I'm here now。'
He picked her up and held her at arm's length。 It hurt his left arm。 She was pale and dishevelled。 There was a bruise on her forehead and black circles under her eyes。 Her face was grimy and tears had made streaks down the pale skin。 She had no make…up。 She wore a dirty white linen suit and sandals。 She looked thin。
'What's the bastard been doing to you？' said Bond。 He suddenly held her tightly to him。 She clung to him； her face buried in his neck。
Then she drew away and looked at her hand。
'But you're bleeding；' she said。 'What is it？'
She turned him half round and saw the black blood on his shoulder and down his arm。
'Oh my darling； what is it？'
She started to cry again； forlornly； hopelessly； realizing suddenly that they were both lost。
'Tie them up；' said The Big Man from the door。 'Here under the light。 I have things to say to them。'
The negro came towards them and Bond turned。 Was it worth a gamble？ The negro had nothing but rope in his hands。 But The Big Man had stepped sideways and was watching him； the gun held loosely； half pointing at the floor。
'No； Mister Bond；' he said simply。
Bond eyed the big negro and thought of Solitaire and his own wounded arm。
The negro came up and Bond allowed his arms to be tied behind his back。 They were good knots。 There was no play in them。 They hurt。
Bond smiled at Solitaire。 He half closed one eye。 It was nothing but bravado； but he saw a hopeful awareness dawn through her tears。
The negro led him back to the doorway。
'There；' said The Big Man； pointing at one of the shackles。
The negro cut Bond's legs from under him with a sudden sweep of his shin。 Bond fell on his wounded shoulder。 The negro pulled him by the rope up to the shackle； tested it； and put the rope through and then down to Bond's ankles which he bound securely。 He had stuck his dagger in a crevice in the rock。 He pulled it out and cut the rope and went back to where Solitaire was standing。
Bond was left sitting on the stone floor； his legs straight out in front； his arms hoisted up and secured behind him。 Blood dripped down from his freshly opened wound。 Only the remains of the benzedrine in his system kept him from fainting。
Solitaire was bound and placed almost opposite him。 There was a yard between their feet。
When it was done； The Big Man looked at his watch。
'Go；' he said to the guard。 He closed the iron door behind the man and leant against it。
Bond and the girl looked at each other and The Big Man gazed down on both of them。
After one of his long silences he addressed Bond。 Bond looked up at him。 The great grey football of a head under the hurricane lamp looked like an elemental； a malignant spectre from the centre of the earth； as it hung in mid air； the golden eyes blazing steadily； the great body in shadow。 Bond had to remind himself that he had heard its heart pumping in its chest； had heard it breathe； had seen sweat on the grey skin。 It was only a man； of the same species as himself； a big man； with a brilliant brain； but still a man who walked and defecated； a mortal man with a diseased heart。
The wide rubbery mouth split open and the flat slightly everted lips drew back from the big white teeth。
'You are the best of those that have been sent against me；' said Mr。 Big。 His quiet flat voice was thoughtful； measured。 'And you have achieved the death of four of my assistants。 My followers find this incredible。 It was fully time that accounts should be squared。 What happened to the American was not sufficient。 The treachery of this girl；' he still looked at Bond； 'whom I found in the gutter and whom I was prepared to put on my right hand； has also brought my infallibility in question。 I was wondering how she should die； when providence； or Baron Samedi as my followers will believe； brought you also to the altar with your head bowed ready for the axe。'
The mouth paused； with the lips parted。 Bond saw the teeth e together to form the next word。
'So it is convenient that you should die together。 That will happen； in an appropriate fashion；' The Big Man looked at his watch； 'in two and a half hours' time。 At six o'clock； give or take；' he added； 'a few minutes。'
'Let's give those minutes；' said Bond。 'I enjoy my life。'
'In the history of negro emancipation；' Mr。 Big continued in an easy conversational tone；' there have already appeared great athletes； great musicians； great writers； great doctors and scientists。 In due course； as in the developing history of other races； there will appear negroes great and famous in every other walk of life。' He paused。 'It is unfortunate for you； Mister Bond； and for this girl； that you have encountered the first of the great negro criminals。 I use a vulgar word； Mister Bond； because it is the one you； as a form of policeman； would yourself use。 But I prefer to regard myself as one who has the ability and the mental and nervous equipment to make his own laws and act according to them rather than accept the laws that suit the lowest mon denominator of the people。 You have doubtless read Trotter's Instincts of the Herd in War and Peace； Mister Bond。 Well； I am by nature and predilection a wolf and I live by a wolf's laws。 Naturally the sheep describe such a person as a 〃criminal〃。
'The fact； Mister Bond；' The Big Man continued after a pause；' that
