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d been kicked。 There was a brief hiatus in Bond's life； an impression of snipe…like flight and of a steel wall of cars that someone parted before the whiplash of Leiter's triple klaxons； a hundred yards when the speedometer touched ninety and they were across the lights and cruising genteelly along in the centre lane。
Bond said calmly； 'You meet the wrong traffic cop arid that Pinkerton card of yours won't be good enough。 It isn't so much that you drive slowly； it's holding back the cars behind they'll book you for。 The sort of car you need is a nice elderly Rolls Royce Silver Ghost with big plate…glass windows so you can enjoy the beauties of nature' … Bond gestured towards a huge automobile junk heap on their right。 'Maximum fifty and it can stop and even go backwards if you want to。 Bulb horn。 Suit your sedate style。 Matter of fact there should be one on the market soon … Goldfinger's。 And by the same token； what the hell's happened to Goldfinger？ Haven't they caught up with him yet？'
Leiter glanced at his watch and edged into the outside lane。 He brought the car down to forty。 He said seriously； 'Tell you the truth； we're all a bit worried。 The papers are needling us； or rather Edgar Hoover's crowd； like hell。 First they had a gripe at the security clamp…down on you。 We couldn't tell them that wasn't our fault and that someone in London； an old limey called M； had insisted on it。 So they're getting their own back。 Say we're dragging our feet and so forth。 And I'm telling you； James' … Leiter's voice was glum； apologetic … 'we just haven't a clue。 They caught up with the diesel。 Goldfinger had fixed the controls at thirty and had let it run on down the line。 Somewhere he and the Korean had got off and probably this Galore girl and the four hoods as well because they've vanished too。 We found his truck con voy； of course； waiting on the east…bound highway out of Elizabethville。 But never a driver； most probably scattered； but somewhere there's Goldfinger and a pretty tough team hiding up。 They didn't get to the Sverdlovsk cruiser at Norfolk。 We had a plain…clothes guard scattered round the docks and they report that she sailed to schedule without any strangers going aboard。 Not a cat's been near that warehouse on East River and no one's shown at Idlewild or the frontiers … Mexico and Canada。 For my money； that Jed Midnight has somehow got them out to Cuba。 If they'd taken two or three trucks from the convoy and driven like hell they could have got down to Florida； somewhere like Daytona Beach； by the early hours of D ＋ l。 And Midnight's darn well organized down there。 The Coast Guards and the Air Force have put out all they've got； but nothing's shown yet。 But they could have hidden up during the day and got over to Cuba during the night。 It's got everybody worried as hell and it's no help that the President's hopping mad。'
Bond had spent the previous day in Washington treading the thickest； richest red carpet。 There had been speeches at the Bureau of the Mint； a big brass lunch at the Pentagon； an embarrassing quarter of an hour with the President； and the rest of the day had been hard work with a team of stenographers in Edgar Hoover's suite of offices with a colleague of Bond's from Station A sitting in。 At the end of that； there had been a brisk quarter of an hour's talk with M on the Embassy transatlantic scrambler。 M had told him what had been happening on the European end of the case。 As Bond had expected； Goldfinger's cable to Universal Export had been treated as emergency。 The factories at Reculver and Coppet had been searched and extra evidence of the gold smuggling racket had been found。 The Indian Government had been warned about the Mecca plane that was already en route for Bombay and that end of the operation was on the way to being cleaned up。 The Swiss Special Brigade had quickly found Bond's car and had got on to the route by which Bond and the girl had been taken to America； but there； at Idlewild； the FBI had lost the scent。 M seemed pleased with the way Bond had handled Operation Grand Slam； but he said the Bank of England were worrying him about Goldfinger's twenty million pounds in gold。 Goldfinger had assembled all this at the Paragon Safe Deposit Co in
New York but had withdrawn it on D…l。 He and his men had driven it away in a covered truck。 The Bank of England had ready an Order in Council to impound the gold when it was found and there would then be a case to prove that it had been smuggled out of England； or at least that it was originally smuggled gold whose value had been increased by various doubtful means。 But this was now being handled by the US Treasury and the FBI and； since M had no jurisdiction in America； Bond had better e home at once and help tidy things up。 Oh yes … at the end of the conversation M's voice had sounded gruff … there had been a very kind request to the PM that Bond should be allowed to accept the American Medal of Merit。 Of course M had had to explain via the PM that the Service didn't go in for those sort of things…particularly from foreign countries； however friendly they were。 Too bad； but M knew that this was what Bond would have expected。 He knew the rules。 Bond had said yes of course and thank you very much and he'd take the next plane home。
Now；； as they motored quietly down the Van Wyck Expressway； Bond was feeling vaguely dissatisfied。 He didn't like leaving ragged ends to a case。 None of the big gangsters had been put in the bag and he had failed in the two tasks he had been given； to get Goldfinger and get Goldfinger's bullion。 It was nothing but a miracle that Operation Grand Slam had been broken。 It had been two days before the Beechcraft had been serviced and the cleaner who found the note had got to Pinkerton's only half an hour before Leiter was due to go off to the Coast on a big racing scandal。 But then Leiter had really got cracking … to his chief； then to the FBI and the Pentagon。 The FBI's knowledge of Bond's record； plus contact with M through the Central Intelligence Agency； had been enough to get the whole case up to the President within an hour。 After that it had just been a case of building up the gigantic bluff in which all the inhabitants of Fort Knox had participated in one way or another。 The two 'Japanese' had been taken easily enough and it was confirmed by Chemical Warfare that the three pints of GB carried as gin in their briefcases would have been enough to slay the entire population of Fort Knox。 The two men had been quickly and forcibly grilled into explaining the form of the all clear cable to Goldfinger。 The cable had been sent。 Then the Army had declared emergency。 Road and rail and air blocks had turned back all traffic to the Fort Knox area with the exception of the gangster convoys which had not been hindered。 The rest was play…acting right down to the pink froth and the squalling babies which it was thought would add nice touches of verisimilitude。
Yes； it had all been very satisfactory so far as Washington was concerned； but what about the English end？ Who in America cared about the Bank of England's gold？ Who cared that two English girls had been murdered in the course of this business？ Who really minded that G