Ian Fleming - James Bond 13 by The Man;The Golden Gun

Author:The Man;The Golden Gun
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2012-02-21T11:32:29+00:00

9Minutes of the Meeting

James Bond, almost lightheaded with pleasure, picked up a handful of travel literature from the front desk, said “Hi’” to Mr Gengerella, who didn’t reply, and followed him into the conference room lobby. They were the last to show. Scaramanga, beside the open door to the conference room, looked pointedly at his watch and said to Bond “Okay, feller. Lock the door when we’re all settled and don’t let anyone in even if the hotel catches fire. He turned to the barman behind the buffet. ”Get lost Joe. I’ll call for you later.“ He said to the room, ”Right. We’re all set. Let’s go.“ He led the way into the conference room and the six men followed. Bond stood by the door and noted the seating order round the table He closed the door and locked it and quickly also locked the exit from he lobby. Then he picked up a champagne glass from the buffet, pulled over a chair, and sited the chair very close to the door of the conference room. He placed the bowl of the champagne glass as near as possible to a hinge of the door, and holding the glass by the stem, put his left ear up against its base. Through the crude amplifier, what had been the rumble of a voice became Mr. Hendriks speaking, ”… and so it is that I will now report from my superiors in Europe… .“ The voice paused and Bond heard another noise, the creak of a chair. Like lightning he pulled his chair back a few feet, opened one of the travel folders on his lap, and raised the glass to his lips. The door jerked open and Scaramanga stood in the opening, twirling his passkey on a chain. He examined the innocent figure on the chair. He said, ”Okay, feller. Just checking,” and kicked the door shut.

Bond noisily locked it and took up his place again. Mr. Hendriks said, “I have one most important message for our chairman. It is from a sure source. There is a man that is called James Bond that is looking for him in this territory. This is a man who is from the British Secret Service. I have no informations or descriptions of this man, but it seems that he is highly rated by my superiors. Mr. Scaramanga, have you heard of this man?”

Scaramanga snorted. “Hell, no! And should I care? I eat one of their famous secret agents for breakfast from time to time. Only ten days ago, I disposed of one of them who came nosing after me. Man called Ross. His body is now very slowly sinking to the bottom of a pitch lake in Eastern Trinidad—place called La Brea. The oil company, the Trinidad Lake Asphalt people, will obtain an interesting barrel of crude one of these days. Next question, please, Mr. Hendriks.”

“Next I am wishing to know what is the policy of The Group in the matter of cane sabotage. At

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