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le； in Australia； Bendigo and Ballarat had e into production； and the Russian deposits at Lena and in the Urals were making Russia the largest gold producer in the world in the middle of die nineteenth century。 Then came the second modern Gold Age … the discoveries on the Wit…watersrand。 These were helped by the new method of cyanid…ing instead of separation of the gold from the rock by mercury。 Today we are in the third Gold Age with the opening up of the Orange Free State deposits。〃 Colonel Smithers threw up his hands。 'Now； gold is pouring out of the earth。 Why； the whole production of the Klondike and the Home…stake and Eldorado； which were once the wonder of the world； would only add up to two or three years of today's production from Africa！ Just to show you； from 1500 to 1900； when approximate figures were kept； the whole world produced about eighteen thousand tons of gold。 From 1900 to today we have dug up forty…one thousand tons！ At this rate； Mr Bond；' Colonel Smithers leaned forward earnestly； ' … and please don't quote me … but I wouldn't be surprised if in fifty years' time we have not totally exhausted the gold content of the earth！'
Bond； smothered by this cataract of gold history； found no difficulty in looking as grave as Colonel Smithers。 He said； 'You certainly make a fascinating story of it。 Perhaps the position isn't as bad as you think。 They're already mining oil under the sea。 Perhaps they'll find a way of mining gold。 Now； about this smuggling。'
The telephone rang。 Colonel Smithers impatiently snatched up the receiver。 'Smithers speaking。' He listened； irritation growing on his face。 'I'm sure I sent you a note about the summer fixtures； Miss Philby。 The next match is on Saturday against the Discount Houses。' He listened again。 〃Well； if Mrs Flake won't play goals； I'm afraid she'll have to stand down。 It's the only position on the field we've got for her。 Everybody can't play centre forward。 Yes； please do。 Say I'll be greatly obliged if just this once。 I'm sure she'll be very good … right figure and all that。 Thank you； Miss Philby。'
Colonel Smithers took out a handkerchief and mopped his forehead。 'Sorry about that。 Sports and welfare are being almost too much of a fetish at the Bank。 I've just had the women's hockey team thrown into my lap。 As if I hadn't got enough to do with the annual gymkhana ing on。 How ever' … Colonel Smithers waved these minor irritations aside … 'as you say； time to get on to the smuggling。 Well； to begin with； and taking only England and the sterling area； it's a very big business indeed。 We employ three thousand staff at the Bank； Mr Bond； and of those no less than one thousand work in the exchange control department。 Of those at least five hundred； including my little outfit； are engaged in controlling the illicit movements of valuta； the attempts to smuggle or to evade the Exchange Control Regulations。'
'That's a lot。' Bond measured it against the Secret Service which had a total force of two thousand。 'Can you give me an example of smuggling？ In gold。 I can't understand these dollar swindles。'
'All right。' Colonel Smithers now talked in the soft； tired voice of an overworked man in the service of his Government。 It was the voice of the specialist in a particular line of law enforcement。 It said that he knew most things connected with that line and that he could make a good guess at all the rest。 Bond knew the voice well； the voice of the first…class Civil Servant。 Despite his prosiness； Bond was beginning to take to Colonel Smithers。 'All right。 Supposing you have a bar of gold in your pocket about the size of a couple of packets of Players。 Weight about five and a quarter pounds。 Never mind for the moment where you got it from … stole it or inherited it or something。 That'll be twenty…four carat …what we call a thousand fine。 Now； the law says you have to sell that to the Bank of England at the controlled price of twelve pounds ten per ounce。 That would make it worth around the thousand pounds。 But you're greedy。 You've got a friend going to India or perhaps you're on good terms with an airline pilot or a steward on the Far East run。 All you have to do is cut your bar into thin sheets or plates…you'd soon find someone to do this for you … and sew the plates …they'd be smaller than playing cards … into a cotton belt； and pay your friend a mission to wear it。 You could easily afford a hundred pounds for the job。 Your friend flies off to Bombay and goes to the first bullion dealer in the bazaar。 He will be given one thousand seven hundred pounds for your five…pound bar and you're a richer man than you might have been。 Mark you；' Colonel Smithers waved his pipe airily；'that's only seventy per cent profit。 Just after the war you could have got three hundred per cent。 If you'd done only half a dozen little operations like that every year you'd be able to retire by now。'
'Why the high price in India？' Bond didn't really want to know。 He thought M might ask him。
'It's a long story。 Briefly； India is shorter of gold； particularly for her jewellery trade； than any other country。'
'What's the size of this traffic？'
'Huge。 To give an idea； the Indian Intelligence Bureau and their Customs captured forty…three thousand ounces in 1955。1 doubt if that's one per cent of the traffic。 Gold's been ing into India from all points of the pass。 Latest dodge is to fly it in from Macao and drop it by parachute to a reception mittee … a ton at a time … like we used to drop supplies to the Resistance during the war。'
'I see。 Is there anywhere else I can get a good premium for my gold bar？'
'You could get a small premium in most countries …Switzerland； for instance…but it wouldn't be worth your while。 India's still the place。'
'All right；' said Bond。 1 think I've got the picture。 Now what's your particular problem？' He sat back and lit a cigarette。 He was greatly looking forward to hearing about Mr Auric Goldfinger。
Colonel Smithers's eyes took on their hard； foxy look。 He said； 'There's a man who came over to England in 1937。 He was a refugee from Riga。 Name of Auric Goldfinger。 He was only twenty when he arrived； but he must have been a bright lad because he smelled that the Russians would be swallowing his country pretty soon。 He was a jeweller and goldsmith by trade； like his father and grandfather who had refined gold for Faberge。 He had a little money and probably one of those belts of gold I was telling you about。 Stole it from his father； I daresay。 Well； soon after he'd been naturalized … he was a harmless sort of chap and in a useful trade and he had no difficulty in getting his papers … he started buying up small pawn…brokers all over the country。 He put in his own men； paid them well and changed the name of the shops to 〃Goldfinger〃。 Then he turned the shops over to selling cheap jewellery and buying old gold … you know the sort of place： 〃Best Prices for Old Gold。 Nothing too Large； Nothing too Small〃； and he had his own particular slogan： 〃Buy Her Engagement Ring With Grannie's Locket。〃 Goldfinger did very well。 Always chose good sites； just on the dividing line between the well…to…do streets and the lower…middle。 Never touched stolen goods and got