007 Complete Series - 21 James Bond Novels in One Volume. Ian Fleming

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СКАЧАТЬ for him. She looked up at him through the smoke of her cigarette, and suddenly her eyes widened and then slowly narrowed again. ‘I like you,’ they said. ‘All is possible between us. But don’t be impatient. And be kind. I don’t want to be hurt any more.’

      And then the waiter came with the caviar, and suddenly the noise of the restaurant burst into the warm, silent room-within-a-room which they had built for themselves, and the spell was broken.

      ‘What am I doing tomorrow?’ repeated Tiffany Case in the voice one puts on in front of waiters. ‘Why, I’m going to sashay off to Las Vegas. Taking the 20th Century to Chicago and then the Superchief to Los Angeles. It’s a long way round, but I’ve had enough flying for a few days. What about you?’

      The waiter had gone. For a while they ate their caviar in silence. There was no need to answer the question immediately. Bond suddenly felt they had all the time in the world. They both knew the answer to the big question. For the answers to small ones there was no hurry.

      Bond sat back. The wine waiter brought the champagne and Bond tasted it. It was ice cold and seemed to have a faint taste of strawberries. It was delicious.

      ‘I’m going up to Saratoga,’ he said. ‘I’m to back a horse that’s to make me some money.’

      ‘I suppose it’s a fix,’ said Tiffany Case sourly. She drank some of the champagne. Her mood had changed again. She shrugged her shoulders. ‘You seem to have made quite a hit with Shady this morning,’ she said indifferently. ‘He wants to put you to work for the mob.’

      Bond looked down into the pink pool of champagne. He could feel the fog of treachery creeping up between him and this girl he liked. He closed his mind to it. He must get on with tricking her.

      ‘That’s fine,’ he said easily. ‘I’d like that. But who is “The Mob”?’ He busied himself with lighting a cigarette, conjuring up the professional to keep the human quiet.

      He could feel her looking sharply at him. It put him on his mettle. The secret agent took over and his mind began to work coldly, watching for clues, for lies, for hesitations.

      He looked up and his eyes were candid.

      She seemed satisfied. ‘It’s called the Spangled Mob. Two brothers called Spang. I work for one of them in Las Vegas. Nobody seems to know where the other one is. Some say he’s in Europe. And then there’s somebody called A B C. When I’m on this diamond racket, all the orders come from him. The other one, Seraffimo, he’s the brother I work for. He’s more interested in gambling and horses. Runs a wire service and the Tiara at Vegas.’

      ‘What do you do there?’

      ‘I just work there,’ she said, closing the subject.

      ‘Do you like it?’

      She ignored the question as being too stupid to answer.

      ‘And then there’s Shady,’ she went on. ‘He’s not a bad guy really, except he’s so crooked, you shake hands with him you better count your fingers afterwards. He looks after the cat-houses and the dope and the rest of the stuff. There are plenty of other fellers – hoodlums of one sort and another. Tough operators.’ She looked at him and her eyes hardened. ‘You’ll get to know them,’ she sneered. ‘You’ll like them. Just your type.’

      ‘Hell,’ said Bond indignantly. ‘It’s just another job. I’ve got to earn some money.’

      ‘There are plenty of other ways.’

      ‘Well, these are the people you’ve chosen to work for.’

      ‘You’ve got something there.’ She laughed wryly, and the ice was broken again. ‘But, believe me, you’re getting into the big league when you sign up with the Spangles. If I were you, I’d think the hell of a long time before you join our cosy little circle. And don’t go and get in wrong with the mob. If you’re planning anything of that sort, you’d better start taking lessons with a harp.’

      They were interrupted by the arrival of the cutlets, accompanied by asparagus with mousseline sauce, and by one of the famous Kriendler brothers who have owned ‘21’ ever since it was the best speak-easy in New York.

      ‘Hello, Miss Tiffany,’ he said. ‘Long time no see. How are things out at Vegas?’

      ‘Hello, Mac.’ The girl smiled up at him. ‘Tiara’s going along okay.’ She glanced round the packed room. ‘Seems your little Hot Dog stand ain’t doing too badly.’

      ‘Can’t complain,’ said the tall young man. ‘Too much expense-account aristocracy. Never enough pretty girls around. You ought to come in more often.’ He smiled at Bond. ‘Everything all right?’

      ‘Couldn’t be better.’

      ‘Come again.’ He snapped a finger at the wine-waiter. ‘Sam, ask my friends what they’d like to have with their coffee.’ And, with a final smile which embraced them both, he moved to another table.

      Tiffany ordered a Stinger made with white crème de menthe and Bond ordered the same.

      When the liqueurs and the coffee came, Bond took up the conversation where they had left it. ‘But Tiffany,’ he said. ‘This diamond racket looks easy enough. Why shouldn’t we just go on doing it together? Two or three trips a year will get us good money, and that won’t be often enough to make Immigration or Customs ask any awkward questions.’

      Tiffany Case was not impressed. ‘Just you put it up to A B C,’ she said. ‘I keep telling you that these people aren’t fools. They’re running a big operation with this stuff. I’ve never had the same carrier twice, and I’m not the only guard doing the run. What’s more, I’m pretty certain we weren’t alone on that plane. I bet they had someone else watching us both. They check and double check on every damn thing they do.’ She was irritated with his lack of respect for the quality of her employers. ‘Why, I’ve never even seen A B C,’ she said. ‘I just call up a number in London and get my orders on a wire-recorder. Anything I’ve got to say, I send back to A B C the same way. I tell you all this is way above your head. You and your damn country house burglaries.’ She was crushing. ‘Brother! Have you got another think coming!’

      ‘I see,’ said Bond respectfully, wondering how the hell he could get the A B C telephone number out of her. ‘They certainly seem to think of everything.’

      ‘Bet your life,’ said the girl flatly. The subject was now boring. She gazed moodily into her Stinger, and then drank it down.

      Bond sensed the beginning of a ‘vin triste’. ‘Care to go somewhere else?’ he said, knowing that it had been he who had killed the evening.

      ‘Hell no,’ she said dully. ‘Take me home. I’m getting tight. Why’n hell couldn’t you dream up something else to talk about except these goddam hoodlums?’

      Bond paid the check and in silence they went down and out of the cool envelope of the restaurant into the sultry night that stank of petrol and hot asphalt.

      ‘Staying at the Astor too,’ she said as they got into a cab. She pressed into the far corner of the back seat and sat hunched up with her chin in her hand, looking out at the hideous deadly nightshade of the neon.

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