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It did not long withstand the powerful bines of Vichy and Perrier and Vittel。 There came a series of lawsuits； a number of people lost a lot of money and very soon its sale was again entirely local。 Royale fell back on the takings from the French and English families during the summer； on its fishing…fleet in winter and on the crumbs which fell to its elegantly dilapidated Casino from the table at Le Touquet。
But there was something splendid about the Negresco baroque of the Casino Royale； a strong whiff of Victorian elegance and luxury； and in 1950 Royale caught the fancy of a syndicate in Paris which disposed of large funds belonging to a group of expatriate Vichyites。
Brighton had been revived since the war； and Nice。 Nostalgia for more spacious； golden times might be a source of revenue。
The Casino was repainted in its original white and gilt and the rooms decorated in the palest grey with wine…red carpets and curtains。 Vast Chandeliers were suspended from the ceilings。 The gardens were spruced and the fountains played again and the two main hotels； the Splendide and the Hermitage； were prinked and furbished and restaffed。
Even the small town and the vieux…port managed to fix weling smiles across their ravaged faces； and the main street became gay with the vitrines of great Paris jewellers and couturiers； tempted down for a butterfly season by rent…free sites and lavish promises。
Then the Mahomet Ali Syndicate was cajoled into starting a high game in the Casino and the Société des Bains de Mer de Royale felt that now at last Le Touquet would have to yield up some of the treasure stolen over the years from its parent plage。
Against the background of this luminous and sparkling stage Bond stood in the sunshine and felt his mission to be incongruous and remote and his dark profession an affront to his fellow actors。
He shrugged away the momentary feeling of unease and walked round the back of his hotel and down the ramp to the garage。 Before his rendezvous at the Hermitage he decided to take his car down the coast road and have a quick look at Le Chiffre's villa and then drive back by the inland road until it crossed the route nationale to Paris。
Bond's car was his only personal hobby。 One of the last of the 41/2…litre Bentleys with the supercharger by Amherst Villiers； he had bought it almost new in 1933 and had kept it in careful storage through the war。 It was still serviced every year and； in London； a former Bentley mechanic； who worked in a garage near Bond's Chelsea flat； tended it with jealous care。 Bond drove it hard and well and with an almost sensual pleasure。 It was a battleship…gray convertible coupe； which really did convert； and it was capable of touring at ninety with thirty miles an hour in reserve。
Bond eased the car out of the garage and up the ramp and soon the loitering drum…beat of the two…inch exhaust was echoing down the tree…lined boulevard； through the crowded main street of the little town； and off through the sand dunes to the south。
An hour later； Bond walked into the Hermitage bar and chose a table near one of the broad windows。
The room was sumptuous with those over…masculine trappings which； together with briar pipes and wire…haired terriers； spell luxury in France。 Everything was brass…studded leather and polished mahogany。 The curtains and carpets were in royal blue。 The waiters wore striped waistcoats and green baize aprons。 Bond ordered an Americano and examined the sprinkling of over…dressed customers； mostly from Paris he guessed； who sat talking with focus and vivacity； creating that theatrically clubbable atmosphere of l'heure de l'apéritif
The men were drinking inexhaustible quarter…bottles of champagne； the women dry martinis。
'Moi； j'adore le 〃Dry〃；' a bright…faced girl at the next table said to her panion； too neat in his unseasonable tweeds； who gazed at her with moist brown eyes over the top of an expensive shooting…stick from Hermes； 'fait avec du Gordon's； bien entendu。'
'D'accord； Daisy。 Mais tu sais； un zeste de citron 。 。 。'
Bond's eye was caught by the tall figure of Mathis on the pavement outside； his face turned in animation to a darkhaired girl in grey。 His arm was linked in hers； high up above the elbow； and yet there was a lack of intimacy in their appearance； an ironical chill in the girl's profile； which made them seem two separate people rather than a couple。 Bond waited for them to e through the street door into the bar； but for appearances' sake continued to stare out of the window at the passers…by。
'But surely it is Monsieur Bond？' Mathis's voice behind him was full of surprised delight。 Bond； appropriately flustered； rose to his feet。 'Can it be that you are alone？ Are you awaiting someone？ May I present my colleague； Mademoiselle Lynd？ My dear； this is the gentleman from Jamaica with whom I had the pleasure of doing business this morning。'
Bond inclined himself with a reserved friendliness。 'It would be a great pleasure；' he addressed himself to the girl。 'I am alone。 Would you both care to join me？' He pulled out a chair and while they sat down he beckoned to a waiter and despite Mathis's expostulations insisted on ordering the drinks … a fine à l'eau for Mathis and a bacardi for the girl。
Mathis and Bond exchanged cheerful talk about the fine weather and the prospects of a revival in the fortunes of Royale…les…Eaux。 The girl sat silent。 She accepted one of Bond's cigarettes； examined it and then smoked it appreciatively and without affectation； drawing the smoke deeply into her lungs with a little sigh and then exhaling it casually through her lips and nostrils。 Her movements were economical and precise with no trace of self…consciousness。
Bond felt her presence strongly。 While he and Mathis talked； he turned from time to time towards her； politely including her in the conversation； but adding up the impressions recorded by each glance。
Her hair was very black and she wore it cut square and low on the nape of the neck； framing her face to below the clear and beautiful line of her jaw。 Although it was heavy and moved with the movements of her head； she did not constantly pat it back into place； but let it alone。 Her eyes were wide apart and deep blue and they gazed candidly back at Bond with a touch of ironical disinterest which； to his annoyance； he found he would like to shatter； roughly。 Her skin was lightly sun…tanned and bore no trace of makeup except on her mouth which was wide and sensual。 Her bare arms and hands had a quality of repose and the general impression of restraint in her appearance and movements was carried even to her fingernails which were unpainted and cut short。 Round her neck she wore a plain gold chain of wide flat links and on the fourth finger of the right hand a broad topaz ring。 Her medium…length dress was of grey soie sauvage with a square…cut bodice； lasciviously tight across her fine breasts。 The skirt was closely pleated and flowered down from a narrow； but not a thin； waist。 She wore a three…inch； handstitched black belt。 A handstitched black sabretache rested on the chair beside her； together with a wide cart…wheel hat of gold straw； its crown encircled by a thin b