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rofile 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 the magazine。 Three rounds left and one in the chamber。 Bond half walked； half felt his way down the aisle to where the girl lay。 He unbuttoned her jacket and put his hand against her warm breast。 The heart fluttered like a pigeon under his palm。 He undid the seat belt and got the girl face down on the floor and knelt astride her。 For five minutes he pumped rhythmically at her lungs。 When she began to moan； he got up and left her and went on down the aisle and took a fully loaded Luger out of the dead guard's shoulder holster。 On the way back past the shambles of the galley he saw an unbroken bottle of bourbon rolling gently to and fro among the wreckage。 He picked it up and pulled the cork and tilted it into his open mouth。 The liquor burned like disinfectant。 He put the cork back and went forward。 He stopped for a minute outside the cockpit door； thinking。 Then； with a gun in each hand； he knocked the lever down and went through。
The five faces； blue in the instrument lights； turned towards him。 The mouths made black holes and the eyes glinted white。 Here the roar of the engines was less。 There was a smell of fright…sweat and cigarette smoke。 Bond stood with his legs braced； the guns held unwavering。 He said； 'Goldfinger's dead。 If anyone moves or disobeys an order I shall kill him。 Pilot； what's your position； course； height and speed？'
The pilot swallowed。 He had to gather saliva before he could speak。 He said； 'Sir； we are about five hundred miles east of Goose Bay。 Mr Goldfinger said we would ditch the* plane as near the coast north of there as we could get。 We were to reassemble at Montreal and Mr Goldfinger said we would e back and salvage the gold。 Our ground speed is two hundred and fifty miles per hour and our height two thousand。'
'How much flying can you do at that altitude？ You must be using up fuel pretty fast。'
'Yes； sir。 I estimate that we have about two hours left at this height and speed。'
'Get me a time signal。'
The navigator answered quickly； 'Just had one from Washington； sir。 Five minutes to five am。 Dawn at this level will be in about an hour。'
'Where is Weathership Charlie？'
'About three hundred miles to the north…east； sir。'
'Pilot； do you think you can make Goose Bay？'
'No； sir； by about a hundred miles。 We can only make the coast north of there。'
'Right。 Alter course for Weathership Charlie。 Operator； call them up and give me the mike。'
'Yes； sir。'
While the plane executed a wide curve； Bond listened to the static and broken snatches of voice that sounded from the amplifier above his head。
The operator's voice came softly to him； 'Ocean Station
Charlie。 This is Speedbird 510。 G…ALGY calling C for Charlie； G…ALGY calling Charlie； G…ALGY。。。'
A sharp voice broke in。 'G…ALGY give your position。 G…ALGY give your position。 This is Gander Control。 Emergency。 G…ALGY。。。'
London came over faintly。 An excited voice began chattering。 Now voices were ing at them from all directions。 Bond could imagine the fix being quickly co…ordinated at all flying control stations； the busy men under the arcs working on the big plot； telephones being lifted； urgent voices talking to each other across the world。 The strong signal of Gander Control smothered all other transmissions。 'We've located G…ALGY。 We've got them at about 50 N by 70 E。 All stations stop transmitting。 Priority。 I repeat； we have a fix on G…ALGY。。。'
Suddenly the quiet voice of C for Charlie came in。 'This is Ocean Station Charlie calling Speedbird 510。 Charlie calling G…ALGY。 Can you hear me？ e in Speedbird 510。'
Bond slipped the small gun into his pocket and took the offered microphone。 He pressed the transmitter switch and talked quietly into it； watching the crew over the oblong of plastic。
'C for Charlie this is G…ALGY Speedbird hi…jacked last evening at Idlewild。 I have killed the man responsible and partly disabled the plane by depressurizing the cabin。 I have the crew at gunpoint。 Not enough fuel to make Goose so propose to ditch as close to you as possible。 Please put put line of flare