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 The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning。 Then the soul…erosion produced by high gambling … a post of greed and fear and nervous tension … bees unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it。
 James Bond suddenly knew that he was tired。 He always knew when his body or his mind had had enough and he always acted on the knowledge。 This helped him to avoid staleness and the sensual bluntness that breeds mistakes。
 He shifted himself unobtrusively away from the roulette he had been playing and went to stand for a moment at the brass rail which surrounded breast…high the top table in the salle privée。
 Le Chiffre was still playing and still; apparently; winning。 There was an untidy pile of flecked hundred…mille plaques in front of him。 In the shadow of his thick left arm there nestled a discreet stack of the big yellow ones worth half a million francs each。
 Bond watched the curious; impressive profile for a time; and then he shrugged his shoulders to lighten his thoughts and moved away。
 The barrier surrounding the caisse es as high as your chin and the caissier; who is generally nothing more than a minor bank clerk; sits on a stool and dips into his piles of notes and plaques。 These are ranged on shelves。 They are on a level; behind the protecting barrier; with your groin。 The caissier has a cosh and a gun to protect him; and to heave over the barrier and steal some notes and then vault back and get out of the casino through the passages and doors would be impossible。 And the caissiers generally work in pairs。
 Bond reflected on the problem as he collected the sheaf of hundred thousand and then the sheaves of ten thousand franc notes。 With another part of his mind; he had a vision of tomorrow's regular morning meeting of the casino mittee。
 'Monsieur Le Chiffre made two million。 He played his usual game。 Miss Fairchild made a million in an hour and then left。 She executed three 〃bancos〃 of Monsieur Le Chiffre within an hour and then left。 She played with coolness。 Monsieur le Vite de Villorin made one million two at roulette。 He was playing the maximum on the first and last dozens。 He was lucky。 Then the Englishman; Mister Bond; increased his winnings to exactly three million over the two days。 He was playing a progressive system on red at table five。 Duclos; the chef de partie; has the details。 It seems that he is persevering and plays in maximums。 He has luck。 His nerves seem good。 On the soirée; the chemin…de…fer won x; the baccarat won y and the roulette won z。 The boule; which was again badly frequented; still makes its expenses。'
 'Merci; Monsieur Xavier。'
 'Merci; Monsieur le President。'
 Or something like that; thought Bond as he pushed his way through the swing doors of the salle privée and nodded to the bored man in evening clothes whose job it is to bar your entry and your exit with the electric foot…switch which can lock the doors at any hint of trouble。
 And the casino mittee would balance its books and break up to its homes or cafés for lunch。
 As for robbing the caisse; in which Bond himself was not personally concerned; but only interested; he reflected that it would take ten good men; that they would certainly have to kill one or two employees; and that anyway you probably couldn't find ten non…squeal killers in France; or in any other country for the matter of that。
 As he gave a thousand francs to the vestiaire and walked down the steps of the casino; Bond made up his mind that Le Chiffre would in no circumstances try to rob the caisse and he put the contingency out of his mind。 Instead he explored his present physical sensations。 He felt the dry; unfortable gravel under his evening shoes; the bad; harsh taste in his mouth and the slight sweat under his arms。 He could feel his eyes filling their sockets。 The front of his face; his nose and antrum; were congested。 He breathed the sweet night air deeply and focused his senses and his wits。 He wanted to know if anyone had searched his room since he had left it before dinner。
 He walked across the broad boulevard and through the gardens to the H?tel Splendide。 He smiled at the concierge who gave him his key … No 45 on the first floor … and took the cable。
 It was from Jamaica and read:
 
 KINGSTONJA XXXX XXXXXX XXXX XXX
 BOND SPLENDIDE ROYALE…LES…EAUX SEINE INFERIEURE
 HAVANA CIGAR PRODUCTION ALL CUBAN FACTORIES 1915
 TEN MILLION REPEAT TEN MILLION STOP HOPE THIS FIGURE
 YOU REQUIRE REGARDS。 DASILVA
 
 This meant that ten million francs was on the way to him。 It was the reply to a request Bond had sent that afternoon through Paris to his headquarters in London asking for more funds。 Paris had spoken to London where Clements; the head of Bond's department; had spoken to M; who had smiled wryly and told 'The Broker' to fix it with the Treasury。
 Bond had once worked in Jamaica and his cover on the Royale assignment was that of a very rich client of Messrs Caffery; the principal import and export firm of Jamaica。 So he was being controlled through Jamaica; through a taciturn man who was head of the picture desk on the Daily Gleaner; the famous newspaper of the Caribbean。
 This man on the Gleaner; whose name was Fawcett; had been book…keeper for one of the leading turtle…fisheries on the Cayman Islands。 One of the men from the Caymans who had volunteered on the outbreak of war; he had ended up as a Paymaster's clerk in a small Naval Intelligence organization in Malta。 At the end of the war; when; with a heavy heart; he was due to return to the Caymans; he was spotted by the section of the Secret Service concerned with the Caribbean。 He was strenuously trained in photography and in some other arts and; with the quiet connivance of an influential man in Jamaica; found his way to the picture desk of the Gleaner。
 In the intervals between sifting photographs submitted by the great agencies … Keystone; Wide…World; Universal; INP; and Reuter…Photo … he would get peremptory instructions by telephone from a man he had never met to carry out certain simple operations requiring nothing but absolute discretion; speed; and accuracy。 For these occasional services he received twenty pounds a month paid into his account with the Royal Bank of Canada by a fictitious relative in England。
 Fawcett's present assignment was to relay immediately to Bond; full rates; the text of messages which he received at home by telephone from his anonymous contact。 He had been told by this contact that nothing he would be asked to send would arouse the suspicion of the Jamaican post office。 So he was not surprised to find himself suddenly appointed string correspondent for the 'Maritime Press and Photo Agency'; with press…collect facilities to France and England; on a further monthly retainer of ten pounds。
 He felt secure and encouraged; had visions of a BEM and made the first payment on a Morris Minor。 He also bought a green eye…shade which he had long coveted and which helped him to impose his personality on the picture desk。
 Some of this background to his cable passed through Bond's mind。 He was used to oblique control and rather liked it。 He felt it feather…bedded him a little; allowed him
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