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sion？ 'Eating crow'。 It would be an interesting mental exercise for him。 He would eat crow for five days and not let this damnable man interfere with what should be a good trip。
〃Well； feller。 Taking it easy？〃 Mr Krest was standing on the boat…deck looking down into the well。 〃What have you done with that woman I live with？ Left her to do all the work； I guess。 Well； and why not？ That's what they're for； ain't it？ Care to look over the ship？ Fido's doin' a spell at the wheel and I've got time on my hands。〃 Without waiting for an answer； Mr Krest bent and lowered himself down into the well…deck； dropping the last four feet。
〃Mrs Krest's putting on some clothes。 Yes； I'd like to see over the ship。〃
Mr Krest fixed Bond with his hard； disdainful stare。 〃'Kay。 Well now； facts first。 It's built by the Bronson Shipbuilding Corporation。 I happen to own ninety per cent of the stock； so I got what I wanted。 Designed by Rosenblatts … the top naval architects。 Hundred feet long； twenty…one broad； and draws six。 Two five…hundred…horsepower Superior diesels。 Top speed； fourteen knots。 Cruises two thousand five hundred miles at eight。 Air…conditioned throughout。 Carrier Corporation designed two special five…ton units。 Carries enough frozen food and liquor for a month。 All we need is fresh water for the baths and showers。 Right？ Now let's go up front and you can see the crew's quarters； and we'll work back。 And one thing； Jim；〃 Mr Krest stamped on the deck。 〃This is the floor； see？ And the head's the can。 And if I want someone to stop doing whatever they're doing I don't shout 'belay' I shout 'hold it'。 Get me； Jim？〃
Bond nodded amiably。 〃I've got no objection。 She's your ship。〃
〃It's my ship；〃 corrected Mr Krest。 〃That's another bit of damned nonsense； making a hunk of steel and wood a female。 Anyway； let's go。 You don't need to mind your head。 Everything's a six…foot…two clearance。〃
Bond followed Mr Krest down the narrow passage that ran the length of the ship； and for half an hour made appropriate ments on what was certainly the finest and most luxuriously designed yacht he had ever seen。 In every detail the margin was for extra fort。 Even the crew's bath and shower was full size； and the stainless steel galley； or kitchen as Mr Krest called it； was as big as the Krest stateroom。 Mr Krest opened the door of the latter without knocking。 Liz Krest was at the dressing…table。 〃Why； treasure；〃 said Mr Krest in his soft voice； 〃I reckoned you'd be out there fixing the drink tray。 You've sure been one heck of a time dressing up。 Puttin' on a little extra Ritz for Jim； eh？〃
〃I'm sorry； Milt。 I was just ing。 A zip got stuck。〃 The girl hurriedly picked up a pact and made for the door。 She gave them both a nervous half…smile and went out。
〃Vermont birch panelling； Corning glass lamps； Mexican tuft rugs。 That sailing…ship picture's a genuine Montague Dawson； by the way 。 。 。〃 Mr Krest's catalogue ran smoothly on。 But Bond was looking at some thing that hung down almost out of sight by the bedside table on what was obviously Mr Krest's side of the huge double bed。 It was a thin whip about three feet long with a leather…thonged handle。 It was the tail of a sting…ray。
Casually Bond walked over to the side of the bed and picked it up。 He ran a finger down its spiny gristle。 It hurt his finger even to do that。 He said： 〃Where did you pick that up？ I was hunting one of these animals this morning。〃
〃Bahrein。 The Arabs use them on their wives。〃 Mr Krest chuckled easily。 〃Haven't had to use more than one stroke at a time on Liz so far。 Wonderful results。 We call it my 'Corrector'。〃
Bond put the thing back。 He looked hard at Mr Krest and said： 〃Is that so？ In the Seychelles； where the creoles are pretty tough； it's illegal even to own one of those； let alone use it。〃
Mr Krest moved towards the door。 He said indifferently： 〃Feller； this ship happens to be United States territory。 Let's go get ourselves something to drink。〃
Mr Krest drank three double bullshots … vodka in iced consommé … before luncheon； and beer with the meal。 The pale eyes darkened a little and acquired a watery glitter； but the sibilant voice remained soft and unemphatic as； with a plete monopoly of the conversation； he explained the object of the voyage。 〃Ya see； fellers； it's like this。 In the States we have this Foundation system for the lucky guys that got plenty dough and don't happen to want to pay it into Uncle Sam's Treasury。 You make a Foundation … like this one； the Krest Foundation … for charitable purposes … charitable to anyone； to kids； sick folk； the cause of science … you just give the money away to anyone or anything except yourself or your dependants and you escape tax on it。 So I put a matter of ten million dollars into the Krest Foundation； and since I happen to like yachting and seeing the world I built this yacht with two million of the money and told the Smithsonian … that's our big natural history institution that I would go to any part of the world and collect specimens for them。 So that makes me a scientific expedition； see？ For three months of every year I have a fine holiday that costs me just sweet Fatty Arbuckle！〃 Mr Krest looked to his guests for applause。 〃Get me？〃
Fidele Barbey shook his head doubtfully。 〃That sounds fine； Mr Krest。 But these rare specimens。 They are easy to find？ The Smithsonian it wants a giant panda； a sea…shell。 You can get hold of these things where they have failed？〃
Mr Krest slowly shook his head。 He said sorrowfully： 〃Feller； you sure were born yesterday。 Money； that's all it takes。 You want a panda？ You buy it from some goddam zoo that can't afford central heating for its reptile house or wants to build a new block for its tigers or something。 The sea…shell？ You find a man that's got one and you offer him so much goddam money that even if he cries for a week he sells it to you。 Sometimes you have a little trouble with Governments。 Some goddam animal is protected or something。 All right。 Give you an example。 I arrive at your island yesterday。 I want a black parrot from Praslin Island。 I want a giant tortoise from Aldabra。 I want the plete range of your local cowries and I want this fish we're after。 The first two are protected by law。 Last evening I pay a call on your Governor after making certain inquiries in the town。 Excellency； I says； I understand you want to build a public swimming…pool to teach the local kids to swim。 Okay。 The Krest Foundation will put up money。 How much？ Five thousand； ten thousand？ Okay； so it's ten thousand。 Here's my cheque。 And I write it out there and then。 Just one little thing； Excellency； I says； holding on to the cheque。 It happens I want a specimen of this black parrot you have here and one of these Aldabra tortoises。 I understand they're protected by law。 Mind if I take one of each back to America for the Smithsonian？ Well； there s a bit of a palaver； but seeing it's the Smithsonian and seeing I've still got hold of the cheque； in the end we shake hands on the deal and everyone's happy。 Right？ Well； on the way back I stop in the town to arrange with your nice Mr Abendana； the merchant feller； to have the parrot and tortoise collected and held for me； and I ge