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oreans held us up and searched us。 What the hell's going on？ If you can't give me a civil answer and full apologies I'll put the police on you。'
Goldfinger's flat； hard stare didn't flicker。 He might not have heard Bond's angry…gentleman's outburst。 The finely chiselled lips parted。 He said； 'Mr Bond； they have a saying in Chicago： 〃Once is happenstance。 Twice is coincidence。 The third time it's enemy action。〃 Miami； Sandwich and now Geneva。 I propose to wring the truth out of you。' Gold…finger's eyes slid slowly past Bond's head。 'Oddjob。 The Pressure Room。'
PART THREE： ENEMY ACTION
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
THE PRESSURE ROOM
BOND'S REACTION was automatic。 There was no reason behind it。 He took one quick step forward and hurled himself across the desk at Goldfinger。 His body； launched in a shallow dive； hit the top of the desk and ploughed through the litter of papers。 There was a heavy thud as the top of his head crashed into Goldfinger's breastbone。 The momentum of the blow rocked Goldfinger in his chair。 Bond kicked back at the edge of the desk； got a purchase and rammed forward again。 As the chair toppled backwards and the two bodies went down in the splintering woodwork； Bond's fingers got to the throat and his thumbs went into its base and downwards with every ounce of his force。
Then the whole house fell on Bond； a baulk of timber hit him at the base of the neck and he rolled sluggishly off Goldfinger on to the floor and lay still。
The vortex of light through which Bond was whirling slowly flattened into a disc； a yellow moon； and then into a burning Cyclops eye。 Something was written round the fiery eyeball。 It was a message； an important message for him。 He must read it。 Carefully； one by one； Bond spelled out the tiny letters。 The message said： SOCIéTé ANONYME MAZDA。 What was its significance？ A hard bolt of water hit Bond in the face。 The water stung his eyes and filled his mouth。 He retched desperately and tried to move。 He couldn't。 His eyes cleared； and his brain。 There was a throbbing pain at the back of his neck。 He was staring up into a big enamelled light bowl with one powerful bulb。 He was on some sort of a table and his wrists and ankles were bound to its edges。 He felt with his fingers。 He felt polished metal。
A voice； Goldfinger's voice； flat； uninterested； said； 'Now we can begin。'
Bond turned his head towards the voice。 His eyes were dazzled by the light。 He squeezed them hard and opened them。 Goldfinger was sitting in a canvas chair。 He had taken off his jacket and was in his shirt sleeves。 There were red marks round the base of his throat。 On a folding table beside him were various tools and metal instruments and a control panel。 On the other side of the table Tilly Masterton sat in another chair。 She was strapped to it by her wrists and ankles。 She sat bolt upright as if she was in school。 She looked incredibly beautiful； but shocked； remote。 Her eyes gazed vacantly at Bond。 She was either drugged or hypnotized。
Bond turned his head to the right。 A few feet away stood the Korean。 He still wore his bowler hat but now he was stripped to the waist。 The yellow skin of his huge torso glinted with sweat。 There was no hair on it。 The flat pectoral muscles were as broad as dinner plates and the stomach was concave below the great arch of the ribs。 The biceps and forearms； also hairless； were as thick as thighs。 The ten…minutes…to…two oil slicks of the eyes looked pleased； greedy。 The mouthful of blackish teeth formed an oblong grin of anticipation。
Bond raised his head。 The quick look round hurt。 They were in one of the factory workrooms。 White light blazed round the iron doors of two electric furnaces。 There were bluish sheets of metal stacked in wooden frames。 From somewhere came the whir of a generator。 There was a distant； muffled sound of hammering； and； behind the sound； the faraway iron pant of the power plant。
Bond glanced down the table on which he lay spread…eagled。 He let his head fall back with a sigh。 There was a narrow slit down the centre of the polished steel table。 At the far end of the slit； like a foresight framed in the vee of his parted feet； were the glinting teeth of a circular saw。
Bond lay and stared up at the little message on the lamp bulb。 Goldfinger began to speak in a relaxed conversational voice。 Bond pulled the curtains tight across the ghastly peep…show of his imagination and listened。
'Mr Bond； the word 〃pain〃 es from the Latin poena meaning 〃penalty〃 … that which must be paid。 You must now pay for the inquisitiveness which your attack upon me proves； as I suspected； to be inimical。 Curiosity； as they say； killed the cat。 This time it will have to kill two cats； for I fear I must also count this girl an enemy。 She tells me she is staying at the Bergues。 One telephone call proved that to be false。 Oddjob was sent to where you were both hidden and recovered her rifle and also a ring which it happens that I recognize。 Under hypnotism the rest came out。 This girl came here to kill me。 Perhaps you did too。 You have both failed。 Now must e the poena。 Mr Bond' … the voice was weary； bored … 'I have had many enemies in my time。 I am very successful and immensely rich； and riches； if I may inflict another of my aphorisms upon you； may not make you friends but they greatly increase the class and variety of your enemies。'
'That's very neatly put。'
Goldfinger ignored the interruption。 'If you were a free man； with your talent for inquiry； you would be able to find round the world the relics of those who have wished me ill； or who have tried to thwart me。 There have； as I said； been many of these people and you would find； Mr Bond； that their remains resemble those of hedgehogs squashed upon the roads in summertime。'
'Very poetic simile。'
'By chance； Mr Bond。 I am a poet in deeds … not often in words。 I am Concerned to arrange my actions in appropriate and effective patterns。 But that is by the way。 I wish to convey to you that it was a most evil day for you when you first crossed my path and； admittedly in a very minor fashion； thwarted a minuscule project upon which I was engaged。 On that occasion it was someone else who suffered the poena that should have been meted out to you。 An eye was taken for the eye； but it was not yours。 You were lucky and； if you had then found an oracle to consult； the oracle would have said to you； 〃Mr Bond； you have been fortunate。 Keep away from Mr Auric Goldfinger。 He is a most powerful man。 If Mr Goldfinger wanted to crush you； he would only have to turn over in his sleep to do so。〃'
'You express yourself most vividly。' Bond turned his head。 The great brown and orange football of a head was bent slightly forward。 The round moon…face was bland； indifferent。 Casually； one hand reached out to the control panel and pressed down a switch。 There came a slow metallic growl from the end of the table on which Bond lay。 It curved quickly up to a harsh whine and then to a shrill high whistle that was barely audible。 Bond turned his head wearily away。 How soon could he manage to die？ Was there any way he could hasten death？ A friend of his had survived the Gestapo。 He had described to Bond how he ha