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He ignored the half-open door of the bathroom and, locking himself in, he turned up the bed-light and the mirror-light and threw his gun on the settee beside the window. He didn't expect anyone to be moving on the first floor, but he preferred to be prudent. He felt it feather-bedded him a little, allowed him to give or take an hour or two in his communications with M. Two weeks before, this memorandum had gone from Station S of the Secret Service to M, who was then and is today head of this adjunct to the British Defence Ministries:. The employers if any of the concierge could bribe a copy out of the local post office, if the concierge hadn't already steamed the envelope open or read the cable upside down in Bond's hands. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling--a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension--becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it. It appeared immaculate. Anyway, M probably wouldn't let him have any more. This helped him to avoid staleness and the sensual bluntness that breeds mistakes. Some of this background to his cable passed through Bond's mind. He was strenuously trained in photography and in some other arts and, with the quiet connivance of an influential man in Jamaica, found his way to the picture desk of the Gleaner. He felt the dry, uncomfortable gravel under his evening shoes, the bad, harsh taste in his mouth and the slight sweat under his arms. In London he had been issued with ten million, and he had asked London for a further ten. He was a secret agent, and still alive thanks to his exact attention to the detail of his profession. He also bought a green eye-shade which he had long coveted and which helped him to impose his personality on the picture desk. Then he slept, and with the warmth and humour of his eyes extinguished, his features relapsed into a taciturn mask, ironical, brutal, and cold. One of the men from the Caymans who had volunteered on the outbreak of war, he had ended up as a Paymaster's clerk in a small Naval Intelligence organization in Malta. He always knew when his body or his mind had had enough and he always acted on the knowledge. Over the two days' play, he was up exactly three million francs. He could feel his eyes filling their sockets. There was an untidy pile of flecked hundred-mille plaques in front of him. As for robbing the caisse , in which Bond himself was not personally concerned, but only interested, he reflected that it would take ten good men, that they would certainly have to kill one or two employees, and that anyway you probably couldn't find ten non-squeal killers in France, or in any other country for the matter of that. He shrugged his shoulders and turned off the stairs into the corridor and walked softly to the door of his room. She played with coolness. For a few moments Bond sat motionless, gazing out of the window across the dark sea, then he shoved the bundle of banknotes under the pillow of the ornate single bed, cleaned his teeth, turned out the lights and climbed with relief between the harsh French sheets. The front of his face, his nose and antrum, were congested. He had been told by this contact that nothing he would be asked to send would arouse the suspicion of the Jamaican post office. He tore a telegram form off the pad on the desk why give them carbon copies? This meant that ten million francs was on the way to him. Next he examined a faint trace of talcum powder on the inner rim of the porcelain handle of the clothes cupboard. She executed three "bancos" of Monsieur Le Chiffre within an hour and then left. It seems that he is persevering and plays in maximums. He breathed the sweet night air deeply and focused his senses and his wits. He knew that this was probably a fallacy, that probably there was another member of the Service at Royale-les-Eaux who was reporting independently, but it did give the illusion that he wasn't only miles across the Channel from that deadly office building near Regent's Park, being watched and judged by those few cold brains that made the whole show work. He won a bit of a victory at the FO this morning and he's not got anyone for the next half an hour. Bond had once worked in Jamaica and his cover on the Royale assignment was that of a very rich client of Messrs Caffery, the principal import and export firm of Jamaica. Then the Englishman, Mister Bond, increased his winnings to exactly three million over the two days. In a moment he came out and over the entrance a small blue light burned the warning that M was not to be disturbed.{/INSERTKEYS}{/PARAGRAPH} As he gave a thousand francs to the vestiaire and walked down the steps of the casino, Bond made up his mind that Le Chiffre would in no circumstances try to rob the caisse and he put the contingency out of his mind. Then he turned over and focused his mind towards the tunnel of sleep. {PARAGRAPH}{INSERTKEYS}The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning. The caissier has a cosh and a gun to protect him, and to heave over the barrier and steal some notes and then vault back and get out of the casino through the passages and doors would be impossible. Just as Fawcett, the Cayman Islander in Kingston, knew that if he bought that Morris Minor outright instead of signing the hire-purchase agreement, someone in London would probably know and want to know where the money had come from. Walking quietly up on the balls of his feet, he regretted the hubris of his reply to M via Jamaica. Bond knew what an obliging danger-signal a lift could be. He took his key and said good night and turned to the stairs, shaking his head at the liftman. He went into the bathroom, lifted the cover of the lavatory cistern and verified the level of the water against a small scratch on the copper ball-cock. Bond watched the curious, impressive profile for a time, and then he shrugged his shoulders to lighten his thoughts and moved away. Bond knew exactly where the switch was and it was with one flow of motion that he stood on the threshold with the door full open, the light on and a gun in his hand. In the shadow of his thick left arm there nestled a discreet stack of the big yellow ones worth half a million francs each. He walked belligerently up to M's Chief of Staff, a young sapper who had earned his spurs as one of the secretariat to the Chiefs of Staff committee after having been wounded during a sabotage operation in , and had kept his sense of humour in spite of both experiences. Better still, write in English. Le Chiffre was still playing and still, apparently, winning. He has luck. At the end of the war, when, with a heavy heart, he was due to return to the Caymans, he was spotted by the section of the Secret Service concerned with the Caribbean. He smiled at the concierge who gave him his key--No 45 on the first floor--and took the cable. He was lucky. This man on the Gleaner , whose name was Fawcett, had been book-keeper for one of the leading turtle-fisheries on the Cayman Islands. He wanted to know if anyone had searched his room since he had left it before dinner. Duclos, the chef de partie , has the details. Monsieur le Vicomte de Villorin made one million two at roulette. As a gambler he knew it was a mistake to rely on too small a capital. With another part of his mind, he had a vision of tomorrow's regular morning meeting of the casino committee. He was playing a progressive system on red at table five. Doing all this, inspecting these minute burglar-alarms, did not make him feel foolish or self-conscious. Routine precautions were to him no more unreasonable than they would be to a deep-sea diver or a test pilot, or to any man earning danger-money. And tell him I'll wait here and read a good code-book while he's considering it. The barrier surrounding the caisse comes as high as your chin and the caissier , who is generally nothing more than a minor bank clerk, sits on a stool and dips into his piles of notes and plaques. Bond reflected on the problem as he collected the sheaf of hundred thousand and then the sheaves of ten thousand franc notes. Miss Fairchild made a million in an hour and then left. He was used to oblique control and rather liked it. Head of S the section of the Secret Service concerned with the Soviet Union was so keen on his plan for the destruction of Le Chiffre, and it was basically his own plan, that he took the memorandum himself and went up to the top floor of the gloomy building overlooking Regent's Park and through the green baize door and along the corridor to the end room. He was playing the maximum on the first and last dozens. Instead he explored his present physical sensations. He handed this to the concierge and put the cable signed 'Dasilva' in his pocket. He played his usual game. Paris had spoken to London where Clements, the head of Bond's department, had spoken to M, who had smiled wryly and told 'The Broker' to fix it with the Treasury. If you want to show off your knowledge of foreign jawbreakers, be good enough to provide a crib. Fawcett's present assignment was to relay immediately to Bond, full rates, the text of messages which he received at home by telephone from his anonymous contact. Miss Moneypenny would have been desirable but for eyes which were cool and direct and quizzical. For ten minutes he lay on his left side reflecting on the events of the day. The Chief of Staff crossed his office and went through the double doors leading into M's room. Then he bent down and inspected one of his own black hairs which still lay undisturbed where he had left it before dinner, wedged into the drawer of the writing-desk. His nerves seem good. Bond read the cable twice. The safe, empty room sneered at him. James Bond suddenly knew that he was tired. The boule, which was again badly frequented, still makes its expenses. He may want some more details, and anyway I want to see you two don't pester him with anything else until he's finished. And the caissiers generally work in pairs. So he was not surprised to find himself suddenly appointed string correspondent for the 'Maritime Press and Photo Agency', with press-collect facilities to France and England, on a further monthly retainer of ten pounds. It was the reply to a request Bond had sent that afternoon through Paris to his headquarters in London asking for more funds. Then he lit his seventieth cigarette of the day and sat down at the writing-table with the thick wad of his stake money and winnings beside him and entered some figures in a small note-book. These are ranged on shelves. In the intervals between sifting photographs submitted by the great agencies--Keystone, Wide-World, Universal, INP, and Reuter-Photo--he would get peremptory instructions by telephone from a man he had never met to carry out certain simple operations requiring nothing but absolute discretion, speed, and accuracy. Satisfied that his room had not been searched while he was at the casino, Bond undressed and took a cold shower. For these occasional services he received twenty pounds a month paid into his account with the Royal Bank of Canada by a fictitious relative in England. So he was being controlled through Jamaica, through a taciturn man who was head of the picture desk on the Daily Gleaner , the famous newspaper of the Caribbean. They are on a level, behind the protecting barrier, with your groin.