The waiter came with the bill and their hands separated. But now there was all the time in the world and no need for reassurance9 from words or contact, and the girl laughed happily up into Bond's face as the waiter drew out the table and they walked towards the door.
They got into the lift for the Promenade10 Deck. "And now what, James?" said Tiffany. "I'd like some more coffee, and a Stinger made with white Crиme de Menthe, while we listen to the Auction11 Pool. I've heard so much about it and we might make a fortune."
"All right," said Bond. "Anything you say." He held her arm close to him as they sauntered through the big lounge where Bingo was still being played and through the waiting ballroom12 where the musicians were trying out a few chords. "But don't make me buy a number. It's a pure gamble and five per cent goes to charity. Nearly as bad as Las Vegas odds13. But it's fun if there's a good auctioneer, and they tell me there's plenty of money on board this trip."
The smoking-room was almost empty and they chose a small table away from the platform where the Chief Steward14 was laying out the auctioneer's paraphernalia15, the box for the numbered slips, the hammer, the carafe16 of water.
"In the theatre this is what's known as 'dressing17 a thin house'," said Tiffany as they sat down amidst the forest of empty chairs and tables. But, as Bond gave his order to the steward, the doors leading to the cinema opened and soon there were nearly a hundred people in the Smoking Room.
The auctioneer, a paunchy, jovial18 Midlands businessman with a red carnation19 in the buttonhole of his dinner jacket, rapped on his table for silence and announced that the Captain's estimate of the next day's run lay between 720 and 739 miles, that any distance shorter than 720 was the Low Field and anything longer than 739 the High Field. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, let's see if we can't break the record for this trip which stands at the impressive figure of ?2400 in the Pool" (Applause).
A steward offered the box of folded numbers to the richest-looking woman in the room and then handed up the piece of paper she had drawn20 to the auctioneer.
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, here we have an exceptionally good number to start with. 738. Right in the top range and since I see a lot of new faces here tonight (laughter) I think we can all agree that the sea is exceptionally calm. Ladies and gentlemen. What am I bid for 738? May I say ?50? Will anybody bid me ?50 for this lucky number? 20 was it you said, Sir? Well, we've got to start somewhere. Any increase… 25. Thank you, madam. And 30. 40 over there, steward. And 45 from my friend Mr Rothblatt. Thank you, Charlie. Any increase on ?45 for No738? 50. Thank you, madam, and now we're all back where we started. (Laughter.) Any increase on ?50? Nobody tempted21? High number. Calm sea. ?50. Will anybody say 55? Going at ?50. Going once. Going twice." And the raised hammer fell with a bang.
"Well, thank heavens he's a good auctioneer," said Bond. "That was a good number and cheap if this weather goes on and nobody falls overboard. The High Field'll cost a packet this evening. Everyone will expect us to do more than 739 miles in this weather."
"What do you mean by a packet?" asked Tiffany.
"Two hundred pounds. Perhaps more. I expect the ordinary numbers will sell for around a hundred. The first number's always cheaper than the others. People haven't warmed up. The only smart thing you can do at this game is buy the first number. Any of them can win, but the first costs less."
As Bond finished speaking, the next number was knocked down for ?90 to a pretty, excited girl who was obviously being staked by her companion, a grey-haired, fresh-cornplexioned man who looked a caricature of an Esquire sugar-daddy.
"Go on. Buy me a number, James," said Tiffany. "You really don't treat a girl right. Look at the way that nice man treats his girl."
"He's past the age of consent," said Bond. "He must be sixty. Up to forty, girls cost nothing. After that you have to pay money, or tell a story. Of the two it's the story that hurts most." He smiled into her eyes. ''Anyway I'm not forty yet."
"Don't be conceited," said the girl. She looked at his mouth. "They say that older men make much the best lovers. And yet you're not naturally a tightwad. I bet it's because gambling's illegal in subject-ships or something."
"It's all right outside the 3-mile limit," said Bond. "But even so the Cunard have been damn careful not to involve the Company in it. Listen to this." He picked up an orange card that lay on their table. "Auction Sweepstake on Ship's Daily Run," he read. "In view of inquiries22 it is considered desirable to re-state the Company's position in connection with the above. It is not the Company's wish that the Smoke Room Steward or other members of the ship's personnel should play an active part in organizing sweepstakes on the daily run." Bond looked up. "You see," he said. "Playing it pretty close to the chest. And then they go on : 'The Company suggests that the passengers should elect a Committee from amongst themselves to formulate23 and control the details… the Smoke Room Steward may, if requested and if his duties permit, render such assistance as the Committee require for auctioning24 of numbers.'"
"Pretty cagey," commented Bond. "It's the committee that holds the baby if there's any trouble. And listen to this. This is where the trouble comes in." He read on : "The Company draws special attention to the provisions of the United Kingdom Finance Regulations as affecting the negotiability of sterling25 cheques and the limitation on the importation of sterling banknotes into the United Kingdom."
Bond put down the card. "And so forth," he said. He smiled at Tiffany Case. "So I buy you the number that's just being auctioned26 and you win two thousand pounds. That'll be a pile of dollars and pound notes and cheques. The only way of spending all that sterling, even suppose that those cheques are all good, which is doubtful, would be by smuggling27 it through under your suspender belt. And there we'd be, back in the same old racket, but now with me on the side of the devil."
The girl was not impressed. "There used to be a guy in the gangs called Abadaba," she said. "He was a crooked28 egg-head who knew all the answers. Worked out the track odds, fixed29 the percentage on the numbers racket, did all the brain work. They called him "The Wizard of Odds'. Got rubbed out quite by mistake in the Dutch Schultz killing," she added parenthetically. "I guess you're just another Abadaba the way you talk yourself out of having to spend some money on a girl. Oh, well," she shrugged30 her shoulders resignedly, "will you stake your girl to another Stinger?"
Bond beckoned31 to the steward. When he had gone she leant over so that her hair brushed his ear and said softly. "I don't really want it. You have it. I want to stay sober as Sunday tonight." She sat up straight. "And now what's going on around here?" she said impatiently. "I want to see some action."
"Here it comes," said Bond. The auctioneer raised his voice and there was a hush32 in the room. "And now, ladies and gentlemen," he said impressively. "We come to the 64,ooo-dollar question. Who is going to bid me ?100 for the choice of High or Low Field? We all know what that means-the option to choose the High Field, which I seem to feel may be the popular choice this evening (laughter) in view of the wonderful weather outside. So who will open the bidding with ?100 for the choice of High or Low Field?"
"Thank you, Sir! And no. 120 and 130. Thank you, madam."
"Hundred and fifty," said a man's voice not far from their table.
"A hundred and sixty." This time it was a woman.
Monotonously33 the man's voice called the 170.
"Eighty," said someone.
"Two hundred pounds."
Something made Bond turn round and look at the man who had spoken.
It was a biggish man. His face had the glistening34, pasty appearance of a spat-out bullseye. Small, cold dark eyes were looking towards the auctioneer's platform through motionless bifocals. All the man's neck seemed to be at the back of his head.
Sweat matted the curly black algae35 of his hair and now he took off his glasses and picked up a napkin and wiped the sweat off with a circular motion that started with the left side of the face and swirled36 round to the back of his head where his right hand took over and completed the circuit as far as the dripping nose. "Two hundred and ten," said someone. The big man's chin wobbled and he opened his tight-buttoned mouth and said, "Two hundred and twenty" in a level American voice.
What was there about this man that struck a chord in Bond's memory? He watched the big face, running his mind's eye over the filing system of his brain, pulling out drawer after drawer, hunting for the clue. The face? The voice? England? America?
Bond gave up and turned his attention to the other man at the table. Again, the same urgent sense of recognition. The curiously37 delicate young features under the slicked-back white hair. The soft brown eyes under the long lashes38. The general effect of prettiness, spoiled by the fleshy nose over the wide thin mouth, now open in a square empty smile like the grin of a letter-box.
"Two hundred and fifty," said the big man mechanically.
Bond turned to Tiffany. "Ever see those two before?" he said and she noticed the line of worry between his eyes.
"Nope," she said definitely. "Never did. Look like something from Brooklyn to me. Or a couple of cloak-and-suiters from the Garment District. Why? Do they mean anything to you?"
Bond gave them another glance. "No," he said doubtfully. "No, I don't think so."
There was a burst of clapping in the room and the auctioneer beamed and rapped on the table. "Ladies and gentlemen," he said triumphantly39. "This is really splendid. Three hundred pounds I am bid by the charming lady in the beautiful pink evening dress. (Heads turned and craned and Bond could see the mouths saying 'who is she?') And now, Sir," he turned .towards the fat man's table, "May I say ?525?"
"Three hundred and fifty," said the fat man.
"Four hundred," squealed40 the pink woman.
"Five hundred." The voice was toneless, indifferent.
The pink girl chattered41 angrily at her escort. The man suddenly looked bored. He caught the auctioneer's eye and shook his head.
"Any increase on ?500?" said the auctioneer. He now knew that he had squeezed all he would get out of the room. "Going once. Going twice." Bang! "Sold to the gentleman over there, and I really think he deserves a clap." He clapped his hands and the crowd dutifully followed suit although they would have preferred the pink girl to win.
The fat man lifted himself a few inches off his chair and then sat down again. There was no acknowledgment of the applause in his glistening face and he kept his eyes fixed on the auctioneer.
"And now we must go through the formality of asking this gentleman which Field he prefers. (Laughter.) Sir, do you choose the High Field or the Low Field?" The auctioneer's voice was ironical42. The question was a waste of time.
"Low Field."
There was a moment of dead silence in the crowded Smoking Room. It was quickly followed by a buzz of comment. There had been no question. It was obvious that the man would take the High Field. The weather was perfect. The Queen must be doing at least thirty knots. Did he know something? Had he bribed43 someone on the bridge? Was a storm coming up? Was a bearing running hot?
The auctioneer rapped for silence. "I beg your pardon, Sir," he said, "but did you say the Low Field?"
"Yes."
The auctioneer rapped again. "In that case, ladies and gentlemen, we will now proceed to auction the High Field. Madam," he turned with a bow towards the girl in pink. "Would you care to open the bidding?"
Bond turned to Tiffany. "That was a queer business," he said. "Extraordinary thing to do. Sea's as calm as glass." He shrugged his shoulders. "The only answer is that they know something." The matter was of no interest, anyway. "Someone's told them something." He turned and looked carelessly at the two men and then let his eyes swing past and away from them. "They seem to be quite interested in us."
Tiffany glanced past his shoulder. "They're not looking at us now," she said. "I figure they're just a couple of dopes. The white-haired guy's looking stupid and the fat man's sucking his thumb. They're screwy. Doubt if they know what they've bought. They just got their signals crossed."
"Sucking his thumb?" said Bond. He ran his hand distractedly through his hair, a vague memory nagging44 at him.
Perhaps if she had left him to follow the train of thought he would have remembered. Instead she put her hand over his and leant towards him so that her hair brushed against his face. "Forget it, James," she said. "And don't think so hard about those stupid men." Her eyes were suddenly ardent45 and demanding. "I've had enough of this place. Take me somewhere else."
Without saying anything more, they got up and left the table and walked out of the noisy room to the staircase. As they went down the stairs to the deck below, Bond's arm went round the girl's waist and her head fell against his shoulder.
They came to the door of Tiffany's cabin, but she pulled him away and on down the long, softly creaking corridor.
"I want it to be in your house, James," she said.
Bond said nothing until he had kicked the door of his cabin shut behind them and they had twisted round and stood locked together in the middle of the wonderfully private, wonderfully anonymous46 little room. And then he just said, softly, "My darling," and put one hand in her hair so that he could hold her mouth where he wanted it.
And after a while his other hand went to the zip fastener at the back of her dress and without moving away from him she stepped out of her dress and panted between their kisses. "I want it all, James. Everything you've ever done to a girl. Now. Quickly."
And Bond bent47 down and put an arm round her thighs48 and picked her up and laid her gently on the floor.
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