Bond laughed. He gave the order and turned back to her. "We haven't ordered dinner yet," he said. "I was going to suggest shellfish and hock. That might have changed your mind. The combination's supposed to have quite an effect."
"Listen, Bond," said Tiffany Case, "it'd take more than Crab-meat Ravigotte to get me into bed with a man. In any event, since it's your check, I'm going to have caviar, and what you English call 'cutlets', and some pink champagne2. I don't often date a good-looking Englishman and the dinner's going to live up to the occasion." Suddenly she leant towards him and reached out a hand and put it over his. "Sorry," she said abruptly3. "I didn't mean that about the check. The dinner's on me. But I did mean it about the occasion."
Bond smiled into her eyes, "Don't be a goose, Tiffany," he said, using her name for the first time. "I've been longing4 for this evening. And I'm going to have just the same as you. And I've got plenty of money for the check. Mr Tree tossed me double or quits for five hundred dollars this morning, and I won."
At the mention of Shady Tree, the girl's manner changed. "That ought to cover it," she said toughly. "Just. You know what they say about this joint5? 'All you can eat for only three hundred bucks6.'"
The waiter brought the Martinis, shaken and not stirred, as Bond had stipulated7, and some slivers8 of lemon peel in a wine glass. Bond twisted two of them and let them sink to the bottom of his drink. He picked up his glass and looked at the girl over the rim9. "We haven't drunk to the success of a mission," he said.
The girl's mouth turned down sarcastically10 at the corners. She drank half the Martini at a gulp11 and put the glass down firmly on the table. "Or to the heart-clutch I only just survived," she said dryly. "You and your dam golf. I thought you were going to tell that man all about the chip shot you holed in oughty-ought. A little encouragement and you'd have taken out a club and one of those balls and shown him your swing."
"You made me nervous. Clicking away at that dam lighter12 trying to get your cigarette to work. I bet you put the wrong end of that Parliament in your mouth and lit the filter."
She gave a short laugh. "You must have got eyes in your ears," she admitted. "Dam nearly did just that. Okay. We'll call it quits." She finished her Martini. "Come on. You're not much of a spender. I want another of these. I'm beginning to enjoy myself. And how about ordering dinner? Or d'you hope I'll pass out before you get around to it?"
Bond beckoned13 to the maitre d'hotel. He gave the order, and the wine waiter, who came from Brooklyn but wore a striped jacket and a green apron14 and had a silver chain with a tasting-cup round his neck, went off for the Clicquot Rose.
"If I have a son," said Bond, "I'll give him just one piece of advice when he comes of age. I'll say 'Spend your money how you like, but don't buy yourself anything that eats'."
"Hell'n" Marier," said the girl. "I must say this really is life with a small 1. Can't you tell me something nice about my dress or something instead of grumbling15 the whole time about how expensive I am? You know what they say. 'If you don't like my peaches, why do you shake my tree?'"
"I haven't started to shake it yet. You won't let me get my arms round the trunk."
She laughed and looked with approval at Bond. "Why Heavens to Betsy, Mistah Bond," she said. "Yo all sure do say the purtiest things to a gal16."
"And as for the frock," Bond continued, "it's a dream, and you know it is. I love black velvet17, especially against a sunburnt skin, and I'm glad you don't wear too much jewellery, and I'm glad you don't paint your fingernails. Altogether, I bet you're the prettiest smuggler18 in New York tonight. Who are you smuggling19 with tomorrow?"
She picked up her third Martini and looked at it. Then very slowly, in three swallows, she drank it down. She put down the glass and took a Parliament out of the box beside her plate and bent20 towards the flame of Bond's lighter. The valley between her breasts opened for him. She looked up at him through the smoke of her cigarette, and suddenly her eyes widened and then slowly narrowed again. "I like you," they said. "All is possible between us. But don't be impatient. And be kind. I don't want to be hurt any more."
And then the waiter came with the caviar, and suddenly the noise of the restaurant burst into the warm, silent room-within-a-room which they had built for themselves, and the spell was broken.
"What am I doing tomorrow?" repeated Tiffany Case in the voice one puts on in front of waiters. "Why, I'm going to sashay off to Las Vegas. Taking the 20th Century to Chicago and then the Superchief to Los Angeles. It's a long way round, but I've had enough flying for a few days. What about you?"
The waiter had gone. For a while they ate their caviar in silence. There was no need to answer the question immediately. Bond suddenly felt they had all the time in the world. They both knew the answer to the big question. For the answers to small ones there was no hurry.
Bond sat back. The wine waiter brought the champagne and Bond tasted it. It was ice cold and seemed to have a faint taste of strawberries. It was delicious.
"I'm going up to Saratoga," he said. "I'm to back a horse that's to make me some money."
"I suppose it's a fix," said Tiffany Case sourly. She drank
.some of the champagne. Her mood had changed again. She shrugged21 her shoulders. "You seem to have made quite a hit with Shady this morning," she said indifferently. "He wants to put you to work for the mob."
Bond looked down into the pink pool of champagne. He could feel the fog of treachery creeping up between him and this girl he liked. He closed his mind to it. He must get on with tricking her.
"That's fine," he said easily. "I'd like that. But who is 'The Mob'?" He busied himself with lighting22 a cigarette, conjuring23 up the professional to keep the human quiet.
He could feel her looking sharply at him. It put him on his mettle25. The secret agent took over and his mind began to work coldly, watching for clues, for lies, for hesitations26.
He looked up and his eyes were candid27.
She seemed satisfied. "It's called the Spangled Mob. Two brothers called Spang. I work for one of them in Las Vegas. Nobody seems to know where the other one is. Some say he's in Europe. And then there's somebody called ABC. When I'm on this diamond racket, all the orders come from him. The other one, Seraffimo, he's the brother I work for. He's more interested in gambling28 and horses. Runs a wire service and the Tiara at Vegas."
"What do you do there?"
"I just work there," she said, closing the subject.
"Do you like it?"
She ignored the question as being too stupid to answer.
"And then there's Shady," she went on. "He's not a bad guy really, except he's so crooked29, you shake hands with him you better count your fingers afterwards. He looks after the cat-houses and the dope and the rest of the stuff. There are plenty of other fellers-hoodlums of one sort and another. Tough operators." She looked at him and her eyes hardened. "You'll get to know them," she sneered30. "You'll like them. Just your type-"
"Hell," said Bond indignantly. "It's just another job. I've got to earn some money."
"There are plenty of other ways."
"Well, these are the people you've chosen to work for."
"You've got something there." She laughed wryly31, and the ice was broken again. "But, believe me, you're getting into the big league when you sign up with the Spangles. If I were you, I'd think the hell of a long time before you join our cosy32 little circle. And don't go and get in wrong with the mob. If you're planning anything of that sort, you'd better start taking lessons with a harp24."
They were interrupted by the arrival of the cutlets, accompanied by asparagus with mousseline sauce, and by one of the famous Kriendler brothers who have owned '21' ever since it was the best speak-easy in New York.
"Hullo, Miss Tiffany," he said. "Long time no see. How'are things out at Vegas?"
"Hello, Mac." The girl smiled up at him. "Tiara's going along okay." She glanced round the packed room. "Seems your little hot dog stand ain't doing too badly."
"Can't complain," said the tall young man. "Too much expense-account aristocracy. Never enough pretty girls around. You ought to come in more often." He smiled at Bond. "Everything all right?"
"Couldn't be better."
"Come again." He snapped a ringer at the wine waiter. "Sam, ask my friends what they'd like to have with their coffee." And, with a final smile which embraced them both, he moved to another table.
Tiffany ordered a Stinger made with white crиme de menthe and Bond ordered the same.
When the liqueurs and the coffee came, Bond took up the conversation where they had left it. "But Tiffany," he said. "This diamond racket looks easy enough. Why shouldn't we just go on doing it together? Two or three trips a year will get us good money, and that won't be often enough to make Immigration or customs ask any awkward questions."
Tiffany Case was not impressed. "Just you put it up to ABC," she said. "I keep telling you that these people aren't fools. They're running a big operation with this stuff. I've never had the same carrier twice, and I'm not the only guard doing the run. What's more, I'm pretty certain we weren't alone on that plane. I bet they had someone else watching us both. They check and double check on every dam thing they do." She was irritated with his lack of respect for the quality of her employers. "Why, I've never even seen ABC," she said. "I just call up a number in London and get my orders on a wire-recorder. Anything I've got to say, I send back to ABC the same way. I tell you all this is way above your head. You and your dam country house burglaries." She was crushing. "Brother! Have you got another think coming!"
"I see," said Bond respectfully, wondering how the hell he could get the ABC telephone number out of her. "They certainly seem to think of everything."
"Bet your life," said the girl flatly. The subject was now boring. She gazed moodily33 into her Stinger, and then drank it down.
Bond sensed the beginning of a vin triste. "Care to go somewhere else?" he said, knowing that it had,been he who had killed the evening.
"Hell no," she said dully. "Take me home. I'm getting tight. Why'n hell couldn't you dream up something else to talk about except these goddam hoodlums?"
Bond paid the check and in silence they went down and out of the cool envelope of the restaurant into the sultry night that stank34 of petrol and hot asphalt.
"Staying at the Astor too," she said as they got into a cab. She pressed into the far corner of the back seat and sat hunched35 up with her chin in her hand, looking out at the hideous36 deadly nightshade of the neon.
Bond said nothing. He looked out of the window and cursed his job. All he wanted to say to this girl was: "Listen. Come with me. I like you. Don't be afraid. It can't be worse than alone." But if she said yes he would have been smart. And he didn't want to be smart with this girl. It was his job to use her, but, whatever the job dictated37, there was one way he would never 'use' this particular girl. Through the heart.
In front of the Astor, he helped her out on to the sidewalk and she stood with her back to him while he paid the driver. They walked up the steps in the stiff silence of a married couple after a bad evening ending in a row.
They got their keys at the deck and she said "five" to the boy on the elevator. She stood with her face to the door as they rode up. Bond saw that the knuckles38 of the hand that held her evening bag were white. At the fifth she walked quickly out and made no protest when Bond followed her. They walked round several corners until they came to her door. She bent down and fitted the key into the lock and pushed the door open. Then she turned in the entrance and faced him.
"Listen, you Bond person…"
It had started as the beginning of an angry speech, but then she paused and looked straight into his eyes, and Bond saw that her eyelashes were wet. And suddenly she had flung an arm round his neck and her face was against his and she was saying "Look after yourself, James. I don't want to lose you." And then she pulled his face against hers and kissed him once, hard and long on the lips, with a fierce tenderness that was almost without sex.
But, as Bond's arms went round her and he started to return her kiss, she suddenly stiffened39 and fought her way free, and the moment was over.
With her hand on the knob of the open door, she turned and looked at him, and the sultry glow was back in her eyes.
"Now get away from me," she said fiercely, and slammed the door and locked it.
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champagne
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longing
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joint
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bucks
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gulp
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lighter
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apron
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velvet
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smuggler
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gambling
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