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a good deal of bourbon while his imagination hunted round the plane wondering what he could conceivably do to force an emergency landing at Gander or somewhere else in Nova Scotia。 As a last resort； could he set fire to the plane？ He toyed with the idea； and with the possibility of forcing the entrance hatch open。 Both ideas； seemed impracticable and suicidal。 To save him the trouble of pondering over them； the man whom Bond had seen before at the BO AC ticket counter； one of the Germans； came through and stopped by Bond's chair。
He grinned down at Bond。 'BOAC takes good care of you； isn't it？ Mister Goldfinger thinks you might have foolish notions。 I am to keep an eye on the rear of the plane。 So just sit back and enjoy the ride； isn't it？'
When Bond didn't answer； the man went on back to the rear section。
Something was nagging at Bond's mind； something connected with his previous thoughts。 That business about forcing the hatch。 Now what was it that had happened to that plane； flying over Persia back in '57？ Bond sat for a while and stared with wide； unseeing eyes at the back of the seat in front of him。 It might work！ It just conceivably might！
Bond wrote on the inside of the napkin； 'I'll do my best。 Fasten your seat belt。 XXX。 J。'
When the girl came to take his tray Bond dropped the napkin and then picked it up and handed it to her。 He held her hand and smiled up into the searching eyes。 She bent to pick up the tray。 She kissed him quickly on the cheek。 She straightened herself。 She said toughly； 'I'll see you in my dreams； Handsome；' and went off to the galley。
And now Bond's mind was made up。 He had worked out exactly what had to be done。 The inches had been measured； the knife from his heel was under his coat and he had twisted the longest end of his seat belt round his left wrist。 All he needed was one sign that Oddjob's body was turned away from the window。 It would be too much to expect Oddjob to go to sleep； but at least he could make himself fortable。 Bond's eyes never left the dim profile he could see reflected in the Perspex oblong of the window of the seat in front； but Oddjob sat stolidly under the reading light he had prudently kept burning； his eyes staring at the ceiling； his mouth slightly open and his hands held ready and relaxed on the arms of his chair。
One hour； two hours。 Bond began to snore； rhythmically； drowsily； he hoped hypnotically。 Now Oddjob's hands had moved to his lap。 The head nodded once and pulled itself up； shifted to get more fortable； turned away from the piercing eye of light in the wall； rested on its left cheek away from the window！
Bond kept his snores exactly even。 Getting under the Korean's guard would be as difficult as getting past a hungry mastiff。 Slowly； inch by inch； he crouched forward on the balls of his feet and reached with his knife hand between the wall and Oddjob's seat。 Now his hand was there。 Now the needle…sharp tip of the dagger was aimed at the centre of the square inch of Perspex he had chosen。 Bond grasped the end of his seat belt tightly in his hand； drew the knife back two inches and lunged。
Bond had had no idea what would happen when he cut through the window。 All he knew from the Press reports of the Persian case was that the suction out of the pressurized cabin had whirled the passenger next to the window out through the window and into space。 Now； as he whipped back his dagger； there was a fantastic howl； almost a scream of air； and Bond was sucked violently against the back of Oddjob's seat with a force that tore the end of the seat belt from his hand。 Over the back of the seat he witnessed a miracle。 Oddjob's body seemed to elongate towards the howling black aperture。 There was a crash as his head went through and his shoulders hit the frame。 Then； as if the Korean's body was toothpaste； it was slowly； foot by foot； sucked with a terrible whistling noise through the aperture。 Now Oddjob was out to his waist。 Now the huge buttocks stuck and the human paste moved only inch by inch。 Then； with a loud boom； the buttocks got through and the legs disappeared as if shot from a gun。
After that came the end of the world。 With an appalling crash of crockery from the galley； the huge plane stood on its nose and dived。 The last thing Bond knew before he blacked out was the high scream of the engines through the open window and a fleeting vision of pillows and rugs whipping out into space past his eyes。 Then； with a final desperate embrace of the seat in front； Bond's oxygen…starved body collapsed in a sear of lung pain。
The next thing Bond felt was a hard kick in the ribs。 There was a taste of blood in his mouth。 He groaned。 Again the foot smashed into his body。 Painfully he dragged himself to his knees between the seats and looked up through a red film。 All the lights were on。 There was a thin mist in the cabin。 The sharp depressurization had brought the air in the cabin down below the dew…point。 The roar of the engines through the open window was gigantic。 An icy wind seared him。 Goldfinger stood over him； his face fiendish under the yellow light。 There was a small automatic dead steady in his hand。 Goldfinger reached back his foot and kicked again。 Bond lit with a blast of hot rage。 He caught the foot and twisted it sharply； almost breaking the ankle。 There came a scream from Goldfinger and a crash that shook the plane。 Bond leapt for the aisle and threw himself sideways and down on to the heap of body。 There was an explosion that burned the side of his face。 But then his knee thudded into Goldfinger's groin and his left hand was over the gun。
For the first time in his life； Bond went berserk。 With his fists and knees he pounded the struggling body while again and again he crashed his forehead down on to the glistening face。 The gun came quavering towards him again。 Almost indifferently Bond slashed sideways with the edge of his hand and heard the clatter of metal among the seats。 Now Goldfinger's hands were at his throat and Bond's at Gold…finger's。 Down； down went Bond's thumbs into the arteries。 He threw all his weight forward； gasping for breath。 Would he black out before the other man died？ Would he？ Could he stand the pressure of Goldfinger's strong hands？ The glistening moon…face was changing。 Deep purple showed through the tan。 The eyes began to nicker up。 The pressure of the hands on Bond's throat slackened。 The hands fell away。 Now the tongue came out and lolled from the open mouth and there came a terrible gargling from deep in the lungs。 Bond sat astride the silent chest and slowly； one by one； unhinged his rigid fingers。
Bond gave a deep sigh and knelt and then stood slowly up。 Dazedly he looked up and down the lighted plane。 By the galley； Pussy Galore lay strapped in her seat like a heap of washing。 Farther down； in the middle of the aisle； the guard lay spreadeagled； one arm and the head at ridiculous angles。 Without a belt to hold him when the plane dived； he must have been tossed at the roof like a rag doll。
Bond brushed his hands over his face。 Now he felt the burns on his palm and cheeks。 Wearily he went down on his knees again and searched for the little gun。 It was a Colt …25 automatic。 He flicked out t