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r since he had e into the room？ He sharpened his senses。 There was an incongruity somewhere。 What was it？ A colour？ An object？ A smell？ A sound？ That was it！ From where he stood he could hear the faintest； mosquito…shrill whine。 It was almost extra…sensory in its pitch。 Where did it e from？ What was making it？ Now there was something else in the room； something that Bond knew all too well； the smell of danger。
Tensely Bond stepped closer to the fitted cupboard beside the door； softly opened it。 Yes； it came from inside the cupboard； from behind a range of sports coats that reached down to the top of three banks of drawers。 Sharply Bond swept the coats aside。 His jaws clenched at what；was behind them。
From three slots near the top of the cupboard； sixteen…millimetre film was inching down in three separate strips into a deep bin behind the false front of the drawers。 The bin was almost half full of the slimy snakes of the stuff。 Bond's eyes narrowed tensely as he watched the damning evidence coil slowly down on to the pile。 So that was it … cine…cameras； three of them； their lenses concealed God knows where … in the hall； in the garage courtyard； in this room … had been watching his every move from the moment Goldfinger had left the house； switching on the cameras； and； of course； the dazzling lights； as he went out of the door。 Why hadn't Bond seen the significance of those lights？ Why hadn't he had the elementary imagination to see the trap as well as smell it？ Cover stories； indeed！ What use were they now when he had spent half an hour snooping round and finding nothing for his pains？ That too！ He had discovered nothing … unearthed no secret。 It had all been an idiotic waste of time。 And now Goldfinger had him。 Now he was finished； hopelessly blown。 Was there any way of saving something from the wreckage？ Bond stood riveted； staring at the slow cataracts of film。
Let's see now！ Bond's mind raced； thinking of ways out； excuses； discarding them all。 Well； at least by opening the cupboard door he had exposed some of the film。 Then why not expose it all？ Why not； but how？ How could the open cupboard door be explained except by his doing？ There came a miaow from the open slit of the bedroom door。 The cat！ Why shouldn't the cat have done it？ Pretty thin； but at least it was the shadow of an alibi。 Bond opened the door。 He picked the cat up in his arms。 He went back with it to the cupboard； stroking it brusquely。 It purred。 Bond leant over the bin of film； picking it up in handfuls so that it would all get the light。 Then； when he was satisfied that it must be ruined； he tossed it back and dropped the cat in on top of it。 The cat would not be able to get out easily。 With any luck it would settle down and go to sleep。 Bond left the cupboard door three inches ajar to spoil the continuing film and the bedroom door the same amount and ran down the passage。 At the top of the stairs he slowed and sauntered down。 The empty hall yawned at his play…acting。 He walked across to the fireplace； dashed more drink into his glass and picked up The Field。 He turned to the golf mentary by Bernard Darwin； ran his eye down it to see what it was about； and then settled into one of the club chairs and lit a cigarette。
What had he found out？ What was there on the plus side？ Precious little except that Goldfinger suffered from constipation and a dirty mind and that he had wanted to put Bond through an elementary test。 He had certainly done it expertly。 This was no amateur。 The technique was fully up to SMERSH standards； and it was surely the technique of somebody with a very great deal to hide。 And now what would happen？ For the cat alibi to stand up； Goldfinger would have to have left two doors； one of them vital； ajar； and the cat had got into the room and been intrigued by the whine of the cameras。 Most unlikely； almost incredible。 Goldfinger would be ninety per cent certain it was Bond …but only ninety。 There would still be that ten per cent of uncertainty。 Would Goldfinger have learnt much more than he knew before … that Bond was a tricky； resourceful customer and that Bond had been inquisitive； might be a thief？ He would guess Bond had been to the bedroom； but Bond's other movements； for whatever they were worth； would remain a secret on the exposed film。
Bond got up and took a handful of other magazines and threw them down beside his chair。 The only thing for him to do was brazen it out and make a note for the future； if there was to be a future； that he had better wake his ideas up and not make any more mistakes。 There wouldn't be enough ginger cats in the world to help him out of one more tight spot like the one he was in。
There had been no noise of a car ing down the drive； not a sound from the door； but Bond felt the evening breeze on his neck and he knew that Goldfinger had e back into the room。
CHAPTER ELEVEN
THE ODD…JOB MAN
BOND THREW down The Field and stood up。 The front door closed noisily。 Bond turned。 'Hullo。' His face registered polite surprise。 'Didn't hear you arrive。 How did it go？'
Goldfinger's expression was equally bland。 They might have been old friends； neighbours in the country who were accustomed to drop in on each other for a drink。 'Oh； it sorted itself out。 My chap had had a row in a pub with some American Air Force men who had called him a bloody Jap。 I explained to the police that Koreans don't like being called Japs。 They let him off with a caution。 Terribly sorry to have been so long。 Hope you weren't bored。 Do have another drink。'
'Thanks。 But it's hardly seemed five minutes since you left。 Been reading what Darwin has to say about the fourteen club rule。 Interesting point of view。。' Bond launched into a detailed review of the article； adding his own ments on the rule。
Goldfinger stood patiently until it was over。 He said； 'Yes； it's a plicated business。 Of course you play rather a different game from me； more workmanlike。 With my kind of swing； I find I need all the clubs I'm allowed。 Well； I'll just go up and wash and then we'll have dinner。 Shan't be a moment。'
Bond busied himself noisily with pouring another drink； sat down and picked up Country Life。 He watched Gold finger climb the stairs and disappear down the corridor。 He could visualize every step。 He found he was reading the periodical upside down。 He turned it round and stared blindly at a fine photograph of Blenheim Palace。
There was dead silence upstairs。 Then a distant lavatory chain was pulled and a door clicked shut。 Bond reached for his drink； took a deep swallow and put the glass down beside his chair。 Goldfinger was ing down the stairs。 Bond turned the pages of Country Life and flicked ash off his cigarette into the grate。
Now Goldfinger was crossing the floor towards him。 Bond lowered his paper and looked up。 Goldfinger was carrying the ginger cat tucked carelessly under one arm。 He reached the fireplace； bent forward and pressed the bell。
He turned towards Bond。 'Do you like cats？' His gaze was flat； incurious。
'Sufficiently。'
The service door opened。 The chauffeur stood in the frame。 He still wore his bowler hat and his shiny black gloves。 He gazed impassively at Goldfinger。 Goldfinger