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e of that double…o number； they tell me； is that you have had to kill a man in the course of some assignment。 There cannot be many double…o numbers in a Service which does not use assassination as a weapon。 Whom have you been sent over to kill here； Mister Bond？ Not me by any chance？'
The voice was soft and even； without expression。 There was a slight mixture of accents； American and French； but the English was almost pedantically accurate； without a trace of slang。
Bond remained silent。 He assumed that Moscow had signalled his description。
'It is necessary for you to reply； Mister Bond。 The fate of both of you depends upon your doing so。 I have confidence in the sources of my information。 I know much more than I have said。 I shall easily detect a lie。'
Bond believed him。 He chose a story he could support and which would cover the facts。
'There are English gold coins circulating in America。 Edward IV Rose Nobles；' he said。 'Some have been sold in Harlem。 The American Treasury asked for assistance in tracing them since they must e from a British source。 I came up to Harlem to see for myself； with a representative of the American Treasury； who I hope is now safely on his way back to his hotel。'
'Mr。 Leiter is a representative of the Central Intelligence Agency； not of the Treasury；' said Mr。 Big without emotion。 'His position at this moment is extremely precarious。'
He paused and seemed to reflect。 He looked past Bond。
'Tee…Hee。'
'Yassuh； Boss。'
'Tie Mister Bond to his chair。'
Bond half rose to his feet。
'Don't move； Mister Bond；' said the voice softly。 'You have a bare chance of survival if you stay where you are。'
Bond looked at The Big Man； at the golden； impassive eyes；
He lowered himself back into his chair。 Immediately a broad strap was passed round his body and buckled tight。 Two short straps went round his wrists and tied them to the leather and metal arms。 Two more went round his ankles。 He could hurl himself and the chair to the floor； but otherwise he was powerless。
Mr。 Big pressed down a switch on the inter。
'Send in Miss Solitaire；' he said and centred the switch again。
There was a moment's pause and then a section of the bookcase to the right of the desk swung open。
One of the most beautiful women Bond had ever seen came slowly in and closed the door behind her。 She stood just inside the room and stood looking at Bond； taking him in slowly inch by inch； from his head to his feet。 When she had pleted her detailed inspection； she turned to Mr。 Big。
'Yes？' she inquired flatly。
Mr。 Big had not moved his head。 He addressed Bond。
'This is an extraordinary woman； Mister Bond；' he said in the same quiet soft voice； 'and I am going to marry her because she is unique。 I found her in a cabaret； in Haiti； where she was born。 She was doing a telepathic act which I could not understand。 I looked into it and I still could not understand。 There was nothing to understand。 It was telepathy。'
Mr。 Big paused。
'I tell you this to warn you。 She is my inquisitor。 Torture is messy and inconclusive。 People tell you what will ease the pain。 With this girl it is not necessary to use clumsy methods。 She can divine the truth in people。 That is why she is to be my wife。 She is too valuable to remain at liberty。 And；' he continued blandly； 'it will be interesting to see our children。'
Mr。 Big turned towards her and gazed at her impassively。
'For the time being she is difficult。 She will have nothing to do with men。 That is why； in Haiti； she was called 〃Solitaire〃。'
'Draw up a chair；' he said quietly to her。 'Tell me if this man lies。 Keep clear of the gun；' he added。
The girl said nothing but took a chair similar to Bond's from beside the wall and pushed it towards him。 She sat down almost touching his right knee。 She looked into his eyes。
Her face was pale； with the pallor of white families that have lived long in the tropics。 But it contained no trace of the usual exhaustion which the tropics impart to the skin and hair。 The eyes were blue； alight and disdainful； but； as they gazed into his with a touch of humour； he realized they contained some message for him personally。 It quickly vanished as his own eyes answered。 Her hair was blue…black and fell heavily to her shoulders。 She had high cheekbones and a wide； sensual mouth which held a hint of cruelty。 Her jawline was delicate and finely cut。 It showed decision and an iron will which were repeated in the straight； pointed nose。 Part of the beauty of the face lay in its lack of promise。 It was a face born to mand。 The face of the daughter of a French Colonial slave…owner。
She wore a long evening dress of heavy white matt silk whose classical line was broken by the deep folds which fell from her shoulders and revealed the upper half of her breasts。 She wore diamond earrings； square…cut in broken bands； and a thin diamond bracelet on her left wrist。 She wore no rings。 Her nails were short and without enamel。
She watched his eyes on her and nonchalantly drew her forearms together in her lap so that the valley between her breasts deepened。
The message was unmistakable and an answering warmth must have showed on Bond's cold； drawn face； for suddenly The Big Man picked up the small ivory whip from the desk beside him and lashed across at her； the thong whistling through the air and landing with a cruel bite across her shoulders。
Bond winced even more than she did。 Her eyes blazed for an instant and then went opaque。
'Sit up；' said The Big Man softly； 'you forget yourself。'
She sat slowly more upright。 She had a pack of cards in her hands and she started to shuffle them。 Then； out of bravado perhaps； she sent him yet another message … of plicity and of more than plicity。
Between her hands； she faced the knave of hearts。 Then the queen of spades。 She held the two halves of the pack in her lap so that the two court cards looked at each other。 She brought the two halves of the pack together until they kissed。 Then she riffled the cards and shuffled them again。
At no moment of this dumb show did she look at Bond and it was all over in an instant。 But Bond felt a glow of excitement and a quickening of the pulse。 He had a friend in the enemy's camp。
'Are you ready； Solitaire？' asked The Big Man。
'Yes； the cards are ready；' said the girl； in a low； cool voice。
'Mister Bond； look into the eyes of this girl and repeat the reason for your presence here which you gave me just now。'
Bond looked into her eyes。 There was no message。 They were not focused on his。 They looked through him。
He repeated what he had said。
For a moment he felt an uncanny thrill。 Could this girl tell？ If she could tell； would she speak for him or against him？
For a moment there was dead silence in the room。 Bond tried to look indifferent。 He gazed up at the ceiling … then back at her。
Her eyes came back into focus。 She turned away from him and looked at Mr。 Big。
'He speaks the truth；' she said coldly。
CHAPTER VIII
NO SENSAYUMA
MR。 BIG reflected for a moment。 He seemed to decide。 He pressed a switch on the inter。
'Blabbermouth？'
'Yassuh； Boss。'
'You're holding that American； Leiter。'
'Yassuh。'
'Hurt him considerably。 Ride him down to Bellevue Hospital and dump him nearby。 Got that？'
'Yassuh。'
'Don't be seen。'
'Nossuh。'
Mr。 Big centred the switch。
'God damn your bloody eyes；' said Bond viciously。 'The CIA won't let you get away with this！'
'You forget； Mister Bond。 They have no jurisdiction in America。 The American Secret Service has no power in America … only abroad。 And the FBI are no friends of theirs。 Tee…Hee； e here。'
'Yassuh； Boss。' Tee…Hee came and stood beside the desk。
Mr。 Big looked across at Bond。
'Which finger do you use least； Mister Bond？'
Bond was startled by the question。 His mind raced。
'On reflection； I expect you will say the little finger of the left hand；' continued the soft voice。 'Tee…Hee； break the little finger of Mr。 Bond's left hand。'
The negro showed the reason for his nickname。
'Hee…hee；' he gave a falsetto giggle。 'Hee…hee。'
He walked jauntily over to Bond。 Bond clutched madly at the arms of his chair。 Sweat started to break out on his forehead。 He tried to imagine the pain so that he could control it。
The negro slowly unhinged the little finger of Bond's left hand； immovably bound to the arm of his chair。
He held the tip between finger and thumb and very deliberately started to bend it back； giggling inanely to himself。
Bond rolled and heaved； trying to upset the chair； but Tee…Hee put his other hand on the chair…back and held it there。 The sweat poured off Bond's face。 His teeth started to bare in an involuntary rictus。 Through the increasing pain he could just see the girl's eyes wide upon him； her red lips slightly parted。
The finger stood upright； away from the hand。 Started to bend slowly backwards towards his wrist。 Suddenly it gave。 There was a sharp crack。
'That will do；' said Mr。 Big。
Tee…Hee released the mangled ringer with reluctance。
Bond uttered a soft animal groan and fainted。
'Da guy ain't got no sensayuma；' mented Tee…Hee。
Solitaire sat limply back in her chair and closed