A small, respectful group was awaiting them. Goldfinger, his eyes black-ringed with lack of sleep, beckoned3 to one of the Germans, picked up his authoritative4 little black bag and stepped down on to the platform. There was a short, serious conclave5, the Louisville Superintendent6 doing the talking and Goldfinger interjecting a few questions and nodding gravely at the answers. Goldfinger turned wearily back to the train. Mr Solo had been deputed to take his report. He stood at the open door at the end of the Pullman. Bond heard Goldfinger say sorrowfully, 'I am afraid, Doctor, the situation is as bad as we feared. I will now go forward to the leading diesel7 with this,' he held up the black bag, 'and we will proceed slowly into the infected area. Would you please tell all personnel to be prepared to put on their masks? I have masks for the driver and fireman. All other railway personnel will leave the train here.'
Mr Solo nodded solemnly. 'Right, Professor.' He closed his door. Goldfinger walked off down.the platform followed by his German strong-arm man and the respectful, head-shaking group.
There was a short pause and then silently, almost reverently8, the long train whispered its way out of the station leaving the little group of officials, now reinforced by four rather shamefaced conductors, with hands raised in benediction9.
Thirty-five miles, half an hour, to go! Coffee and doughnuts were brought round by the nurses, and (Goldfinger thought of everything) for those whose nerves needed it, two grains of dexedrine. The nurses were pale, silent. There were no jokes, no smart remarks. The train was electric with tension.
After ten minutes there was a sudden slackening of speed and a sharp hiss10 from the brakes. Coffee was spilled. The train almost stopped. Then there was a jerk and it gathered speed again. A new hand had taken over on the dead man's handle.
A few minutes later, Mr Strap11 came hurrying through the train. 'Ten minutes to go! On your toes, folks! Squads13 A, B and C get their equipment on. Everything's going fine. Stay calm. Remember your duties.' He hurried through to the next compartment14 and Bond heard the voice repeating its message.
Bond turned to Oddjob. 'Listen, you ape, I'm going to the lavatory15 and probably Miss Masterton will too.' He turned to the girl. What about it, Tilly?"
'Yes,' she said indifferently, 'I suppose I'd better."
Bond said, 'Well, go ahead.'
The Korean beside the girl looked inquiringly at Oddjob. Oddjob shook his head.
Bond said, "Unless you leave her alone I'm going to start a fight. Goldfinger won't like that.' He turned to the girl. 'Go ahead, Tilly. I'll see to these apes.'
Oddjob uttered a series of barks and snarls17 which the other Korean seemed to understand. The guard got up and said, 'Okay, but not locking the door.' He followed the girl down the Pullman and stood and waited for her to come out.
Oddjob carried out the same routine with Bond. Once inside, Bond took off his right shoe, slid out the knife and slipped it down inside the waist-band of his trousers. One shoe would now have no heel, but no one was going to notice that this morning. Bond washed himself. The face in the mirror was pale and the blue-grey eyes dark with tension. He went out and back to his seat.
Now there was a distant shimmer18 away to the right and a hint of low buildings rising like a mirage19 in the early morning ground mist. They slowly defined themselves as hangars with a squat20 control tower. Godman Field! The soft pounding howl of the train slackened. Some trim modern villas21, part of a new housing development, slid by. They seemed to be unoccupied. Now, on the left, there was the black ribbon of Brandenburg Station Road. Bond craned. The gleaming modern sprawl22 of Fort Knox looked almost soft in the light mist. Above its jagged outline the air was dear as crystal -not a trace of smoke, no breakfasts cooking! The train slowed to a canter. On Station Road there had been a bad motor accident. Two cars seemed to have met head on. The body of a man sprawled23 half out of a smashed door. The other car lay on its back like a dead beetle24. Bond's heart pounded. The main signal box came and went. Over the levers something white was draped. It was a man's shirt.
Inside the shirt the body hung down, its head below the level of the window. A row of modern bungalows25. A body clad in singlet and trousers flat on its face in the middle of a trim lawn. The lines of mown grass were beautifully exact until, near the man, the mower26 had written an ugly flourish and had then come to rest on its side in the newly turned earth of, the border. A line of washing that had broken when the woman had grasped it. The woman lay in a white pile at one end of the sagging27 string of family underclothes, cloths and towels. And now the train was moving at walking pace into the town and everywhere, down every street, on every sidewalk, there were the sprawling28 figures - singly, in clumps29, in rocking-chairs on the porches, in the middle of intersections30 where the traffic lights still unhurriedly ticked off their coloured signals, in cars that had managed to pull up and in others that had smashed into shop windows. Death! Dead people everywhere. No movement, no sound save the click of the murderer's iron feet as his train slid through the graveyard31.
Now there was bustle32 in the carriages. Billy Ring came through grinning hugely. He stopped by Bond's chair. 'Oh boy!' he said delightedly, 'old Goldie certainly slipped them the Micky Finn! Too bad some people were out for a ride when they got hit. But you know what they say about omelettes: can't make 'em without you break some eggs, right?'
Bond smiled tightly. 'That's right.'
Billy Ring made his silent O of a laugh and went on his way.
The train trundled through Brandenburg Station. Now there were scores of bodies - men, women, children, soldiers. The platform was scribbled33 with them, faces upwards34 to the roof, down in the dust, cradled sideways. Bond searched for movement, for an inquisitive35 eye, for a twitching36 hand. Nothing! Wait! What was that? Thinly through the closed window there came a soft, mewing wail37. Three perambulators stood against the ticket office, the mothers collapsed38 beside them. Of course! The babies in the perambulators would have drunk milk, not the deadly water.
Oddjob got to his feet. So did the whole of Goldfinger's team. The faces of the Koreans were indifferent, unchanged, only their eyes flickered39 constantly like nervous animals. The
Germans were pale, grim. Nobody looked at anyone else. Silently they filed towards the exit and lined up, waiting.
Tilly Masterton touched Bond's sleeve. Her voice trembled. 'Are you sure they're only asleep? I thought I saw some sort of… sort of froth on some of the lips.'
Bond had seen the same thing. The froth had been pink. He said, 'I expect some of them were eating sweets or something when they fell asleep. You know what these Americans are - always chewing something.' He softly mouthed the next words. 'Stay away from me. There may be shooting.' He looked hard at her to see she understood.
She nodded dumbly, not looking at him. She whispered out of the corner of her mouth, 'I'm going to get near Pussy40. She'll look after me.'
Bond gave her a smile and said 'Good', encouragingly.
The train clicked slowly over some points and slid to rest. There came one blast of the diesel's windhorn. The doors swung open and the different groups piled out on to the platform of the Bullion41 Depository siding.
Now everything went with military precision. The various squads formed up in their battle order-first an assault group widi sub-machine guns, then the stretcher-bearers to get the guard and other personnel out of the vault42 (surely an unnecessary refinement43 now, thought Bond) then Goldfinger's demolition44 team - ten men with their bulky tarpaulin-covered package - then a mixed group of spare drivers and traffic-control men, then the group of nurses, now all armed with pistols, who were to stay in the background with a heavily armed reserve group that was to deal with any unexpected interference from anybody who, as Goldfinger had put it, 'might wake up'.
Bond and the girl had been included in the Command Group which consisted of Goldfinger, Oddjob and the five gang leaders. They were to be stationed on the flat roofs of the two diesel locomotives which now stood, as planned, beyond the siding buildings and in full view of ?the objective and its approaches. Bond and the girl were to handle the maps, the timetables and the stop-watch, and Bond was to watch out for fumbles45 and delays and bring them at once to Goldfinger's attention to be rectified46 by walkie-talkie with die squad12 leaders. When the bomb was due to be fired, they would take shelter behind the diesels47.
There came a double blast from the windhorn and, as Bond and the girl climbed to their position on the roof of the first diesel, the assault squad, followed by the other sections, doubled across the twenty yards of open ground between the railway and Bullion Boulevard. Bond edged as close as he could to Goldfinger. Goldfinger had binoculars48 to his eyes. His mouth was close to the microphone strapped49 to his chest. But Oddjob stood between them, a solid mountain of flesh, and his eyes, uninterested in the drama of the assault, never flickered from Bond and the girl.
Bond, under cover of scanning his plastic map-case and keeping an eye on the stop-watch, measured inches and angles. He glanced at the next-door group of the four men and the woman. They were gazing, in frozen attention, at the scene before them. Now Jack50 Strap said excitedly, 'They're through the first gates.' Bond, putting half his mind to work on his own plans, took a quick look at the battlefield.
It was an extraordinary scene. In the centre stood the huge squat mausoleum, the sun glinting off the polished granite51 of its walls. Outside the big open field in which it stood, the roads - the Dixie Highway, Vine Grove52 and Bullion Boulevard - were lined with trucks and transporters two deep with the recognition flags of the gangs flying from the first and last vehicle of each convoy53. Their drivers lay piled up outside the shelter of the surrounding guard wall of the vault while, through the main gate, poured the tidy disciplined squads from the train. Outside this world of movement there was absolute stillness and silence as if the rest of America was holding its breath at the committal of this gigantic crime. And outside lay the bodies of the soldiers, sprawling where they had fallen - the sentries54 by their pill boxes, still clutching their automatic pistols, and, inside the protecting wall, two ragged55 squads of soldiers in battledress. They lay in vague, untidy heaps, some bodies athwart or on top of their neighbours. Outside, between Bullion Boulevard and the main gate, two armoured cars had crashed into each other and now stood locked, their heavy machine guns pointing, one at the ground and the other at the sky. A driver's body sprawled out of the turret56 of one of the vehicles.
Desperately57 Bond looked for a sign of life, a sign of movement, a hint that all this was a careful ambush58. Nothing! Not a cat moved, not a sound came out of the crowded buildings that formed a backdrop to the scene. Only the squads hurried about their tasks or now stood waiting in their planned dispositions59.
Goldfinger spoke60 quietly into his microphone. 'Last stretcher out. Bomb squad ready. Prepare to take over.'
Now the covering troops and the stretcher-bearers were hurrying for the exit, getting down under cover of the guard wall. There would be five minutes' delay to clear the area before the bomb squad, now waiting bunched at the main gate, would go in.
Bond said efficiently61, 'They're a minute ahead of time.'
Goldfinger looked past Oddjob's shoulder. The pale eyes were aflame. They stared into Bond's. Goldfinger's mouth twisted into a harsh snarl16. He said through his teeth, 'You see, Mr Bond. You were wrong and I was right. Ten more minutes and I shall be the richest man in the world, the richest man in history! What do you say to that?' His mouth spat62 out the words.
Bond said equably, 'I'll tell you after those ten minutes are up.'
'Will you?' said Goldfinger. 'Maybe.' He looked at his watch and spoke rapidly into his microphone. The Goldfinger squad loped slowly through the main gate, their heavy burden slung63 from four shoulders in a cradle of webbing.
Goldfinger looked past Bond at the group on the roof of the second diesel. He called out triumphantly64, 'Another five minutes, gentlemen, and then we must take cover.' He turned his eyes on Bond and added softly, 'And then we will say goodbye, Mr Bond. And thank you for the assistance you and the girl have given me.'
Out of the corner of his eye, Bond saw something moving - moving in the sky. It was a black, whirling speck65. It reached the top of its trajectory66, paused and then came the ear-splitting crack of a maroon67 signal.
Bond's heart leapt. A quick glance showed him the ranks of dead soldiers springing to life, the machine guns on the locked armoured cars swinging to cover the gates. A loudspeaker roared from nowhere, 'Stand where you are. Lay down your arms.' But there came a futile68 crackle of fire from one of the rearguard covering party and then all hell broke loose.
Bond seized the girl round the waist and jumped with her.
It was a tenfoot drop to the platform. Bond broke his fall with his left hand and hoisted69 the girl to her feet with a jerk of his hip70. As he began to run, close to the train for cover, he heard Goldfinger shout, 'Get them and kill them.' A splatter of lead from Goldfinger's automatic whipped at the cement to his left. But Goldfinger would have to shoot left handed. It was Oddjob that Bond feared. Now, as Bond tore down the platform with the girl's hand in his, he heard the lightning scuffle of the running feet.
The girl's hand tugged71 at him. She screamed angrily, 'No, No. Stop! I want to stay close to Pussy. I'll be safe with her.'
Bond shouted back, 'Shut up, you little fool! Run like hell!' But now she was dragging at him, checking his speed. Suddenly she tore her hand out of his and made to dart72 into an open Pullman door. Christ, thought Bond, that's torn it! He whipped the knife out of his belt and swirled73 to meet Oddjob.
Ten yards away Oddjob hardly paused in his rush. One hand whipped off his ridiculous, deadly hat, a glance to take aim and the black steel half-moon sang through the air. Its edge caught the girl exactly at the nape of the neck. Without a sound she fell backwards74 on to the platform in Oddjob's path. The hurdle75 was just enough to put Oddjob off the flying high kick he had started to launch at Bond's head. He turned the kick into a leap, his left hand cutting the air towards Bond like a sword. Bond ducked and struck upwards and sideways with his knife. It got home somewhere near the ribs76 but the momentum77 of the flying body knocked the knife out of his hand. There was a tinkle78 on the platform. Now Oddjob was coming back at him, apparently79 unharmed, his hands outstretched and his feet ? splayed back ready for another leap or a kick. His blood was up. The eyes were red and there was a fleck80 of saliva81 at the open, panting mouth.
Above the boom and rattle82 of the guns outside the station, three blasts sounded on the diesel's windhorn. Oddjob snarled83 angrily and leapt. Bond dived at full length sideways. Something hit him a gigantic blow on the shoulder and sent him sprawling. Now, he thought as he hit the ground, now the death stroke! He scrambled84 clumsily to his feet, his neck hunched85 into his shoulders to break the impact. But no blow came and Bond's dazed eyes took in the figure of Oddjob flying away from him up the platform.
Already the leading diesel was on the move. Oddjob got to it and leapt for the footplate. For a moment he hung, his legs scrabbling for a foothold. Then he had disappeared into the cabin and the huge streamlined engine gathered speed.
Behind Bond the door of the quartermaster's office burst open. There was the hammer of running feet and a yell 'Santiago!' - St James, the battle-cry of Cortez that Leiter had once jokingly allotted86 to Bond.
Bond swivelled. The straw-haired Texan, clad in his wartime Marine87 Corps88 battledress, was pounding up the platform followed by a dozen men in khaki. He carried a one-man bazooka by the steel hook he used for a right hand. Bond ran to meet him. He said, 'Don't shoot my fox, you bastard89. Give over.' He snatched the bazooka out of Leiter's hand and threw himself down on the platform, splaying out his legs. Now the diesel was two hundred yards away and about to cross the bridge over the Dixie Highway. Bond shouted, 'Stand clear!' to get the men out of line of the recoil90 flash, clicked up the safe and took careful aim. The bazooka shuddered91 slightly and the ten-pound armour-piercing rocket was on its way. There was a flash and a puff92 of blue smoke. Some bits of metal flew off the rear of the flying engine. But then it had crossed the bridge and taken the curve and was away.
'Not bad for a rookie,' commented Leiter. 'May put the rear diesel out, but those jobs are twins and he can make it on the forward engine.'
Bond got to his feet. He smiled warmly into the hawk-like, slate-grey eyes. 'You bungling93 oaf,' he said sarcastically94, 'why in hell didn't you block that line?'
'Listen, shamus. If you've got any complaints about the stage management you can tell them to the President. He took personal command of this operation and it's a honey. There's a spotter plane overhead now. They'll pick up the diesel and we'll have old Goldilocks in the hoosegow by midday. How were we to know he was going to stay aboard the train?' He broke off and thumped95 Bond between the shoulderblades. 'Hell, I'm glad to see you. These men and I were detailed96 off to give you protection. We've been dodging97 around looking for you and getting shot at by both sides for our pains.' He turned to the soldiers. 'Ain't that right, men?'
They laughed. 'Sure is, Cap'n.'
Bond looked affectionately at the Texan with whom he had shared so many adventures. He said seriously, 'Bless you, Felix. You've always been good at saving my life. It was darn nearly too late this time. I'm afraid Tilly Masterton's had it.' He walked off up the train with Felix at his heels. The little figure still lay sprawled where she had fallen. Bond knelt beside her. The broken-doll angle of the head was enough. He felt for her pulse. He got up. He said softly, 'Poor little bitch. She didn't think much of men.' He looked defensively at Leiter. 'Felix, I could have got her away if she'd only followed me.'
Leiter didn't understand. He put his hand on Bond's arm and said, 'Sure kid. Take it easy.' He turned to his men. 'Two of you carry the girl into the QM's office over there. O'Brien, you go for the ambulance. When you've done that, stop over at the Command post and give 'em the facts. Say we've got Commander Bond and I'll bring him right over.'
Bond stood and looked down at the little empty tangle98 of limbs and clothes. He saw the bright, proud girl with the spotted99 handkerchief round her hair in the flying TR3. Now she had gone.
High up over his head a whirling speck soared into the sky. It reached the top of its flight and paused. There came the sharp crack of the maroon. It was the cease-fire.
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saliva
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thumped
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