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r furniture in the room was a plain deal table and an upright wooden chair。 Everything was clean； functional； Spartan。 Bond knelt to die drawers under the bunk and opened them。 They contained all the contents of his suitcase except his watch and the gun。 Even the rather heavy shoes he had been wearing on his expedition to Entreprises Auric were there。 He twisted one of the heels and pulled。 The broad double…sided knife slid smoothly out of its scabbard in the sole。 With the fingers wrapped round the locked heel it made a workmanlike stabbing dagger。 Bond verified that the other shoe held its knife and clicked the heels back into position。 He pulled ouj： some clothes and put them on。 He found his cigarette case and lighter and lit a cigarette。 There were two doors of which one had a handle。 He opened this one。 It led into a small； well…appointed bathroom and lavatory。 His washing and shaving things were neatly laid out。 There were a girl's things beside them。 Bond softly opened the other door into the bathroom。 It was a similar room to his own。 Tilly Masterton's black hair showed on the pillow of the bunk。 Bond tiptoed over and looked down。 She was sleeping peace fully； a half…smile on the beautiful mouth。 Bond went back into the bathroom； softly closed the door and went to the mirror over the basin and looked at himself。 The black stubble looked more like three days than two。 He set to work to clean himself up。
Half an hour later。 Bond was sitting on the edge of his bunk thinking； when the door without a handle opened abruptly。 Oddjob stood in the entrance。 He looked incuriously at Bond。 His eyes nickered carefully round the room。 Bond said sharply； 'Oddjob； I want a lot of food； quickly。 And a bottle of bourbon； soda and ice。 Also a carton of Chesterfields； king…size； and either my own watch or another one as good as mine。 Quick march！ Chop…chop！ And tell Goldfinger I want to see him； but not until I've had something to eat。 e on！ Jump to it！ Don't stand there looking inscrutable。 I'm hungry。'
Oddjob looked redly at Bond as if wondering which piece to break。 He opened his mouth； uttered a noise between an angry bark and a belch； spat drily on the floor at his feet and stepped back； whirling the door shut。 When the slam should have e； the door decelerated abruptly and closed with a soft； decisive； double click。
The encounter put Bond in good humour。 For some reason Goldfinger had decided against killing him。 He wanted them alive。 Soon Bond would know why he wanted them alive but； so long as he did； Bond intended to stay alive on his own terms。 Those terms included putting Oddjob and any other Korean firmly in his place； which； in Bond's estimation； was rather lower than apes in the mammalian hierarchy。
By the time an excellent meal together with everything else； including his watch； Bond had asked for； had been brought by one of the Korean servants； Bond had learned nothing more about his circumstances except that his room was close to water and not far from a railway bridge。 Assuming his room was in New York； it was either on the Hudson or the East River。 The railway was electric and sounded like a subway； but Bond's New York geography was not good enough to place it。 His watch had stopped。 When he asked the time he got no answer。
Bond had eaten all the food on the tray and was smoking and sipping a solid bourbon and soda when the door opened。 Goldfinger came in alone。 He was wearing a regulation businessman's clothes and looked relaxed and cheerful。 He closed the door behind him and stood with his back to it。 He looked searchingly at Bond。 Bond smoked and looked politely back。
Goldfinger said； 'Good morning； Mr Bond。 I see you are yourself again。 I hope you prefer being here to being dead。 So as to save you the trouble of asking a lot of conventional questions； I will tell you where you are and what has happened to you。 I will then put to you a proposition to which I require an unequivocal reply。 You are a more reasonable man than most； so I need only give you one brief warning。 Do not attempt any dramatics。 Do not attack me with a knife or a fork or that bottle。 If you do； I shall shoot you with this。' A small…calibre pistol grew like a black thumb out of Gold…finger's right fist。 He put the hand with the gun back in his pocket。 'I very seldom use these things。 When I have had to； I have never needed more than one …25 calibre bullet to kill。 I shoot at the right eye； Mr Bond。 And I never miss。'
Bond said； T）on't worry； I'm not as accurate as that with a bourbon bottle。' He hitched up the knee of his trousers and put one leg across the other。 He sat relaxed。 'Go ahead。'
'Mr Bond；' Goldfinger's voice was amiable。 'I am an expert in many other materials beside metals and I have a keen appreciation of everything that is one thousand fine； as we say of the purest gold。 In parison with that degree of purity； of value； human material is of a very low grade indeed。 But occasionally one es across a piece of this stuff that can at least be put to the lower forms of use。 Oddjob is an example of what I mean … simple； unrefined clay； capable of limited exploitation。 At the last； moment my hand hesitated to destroy a utensil with the durability I observed in yourself。 I may have made a mistake in staying my hand。 In any case I shall take the fullest steps to protect myself from the consequences of my impulse。 It was something you said that saved your life。 You suggested that you and Miss Masterton would work for me。 Normally I would have no use for either of you； but it just happens that I am on the brink of a certain enterprise in which the services of both of you could be of a certain minimal assistance。 So I took the gamble。 I gave you both the necessary sedatives。 Your bills were paid and your things fetched from the Bergues where Miss Masterton turned out to be registered under her real name。 I sent a cable in your name to Universal Export。 You had been offered employment in Canada。 You were flying over to explore the prospects。 You were taking Miss Masterton as your secretary。 You would write further details。 A clumsy cable； but it will serve for the short period I require your services。 （It won't； thought Bond； unless you included in the text one of the innocent phrases that would tell M that the cable was authentic。 By now； the Service would know he was working under enemy control。 Wheels would be turning very fast indeed。） And in case you think； Mr Bond； that my precautions were inadequate； that you will be traced； let me tell you that I am no longer in the least interested about your true identity nor the strength and resources of your employers。 You and Miss Masterton have utterly disappeared； Mr Bond。 So have I； so have all my staff。 The airport will refer inquiries to the Harkness Pavilion at the Presbyterian Hospital。 The hospital will never have heard of Mr Goldfinger nor of his patients。 The FBI and the CIA have no record of me； for I have no criminal history。 No doubt the immigration authorities will have details of my ings and goings over the years； but these will not be helpful。 As for my present whereabouts； and yours； Mr Bond； we are now in the warehouse of the Hi…speed Trucking Corporation； a for