The Man with the Stick
Bond lit a cigarette. What next? Go back to the hotel. Make a phone call to London, then fly home. He would get a taxi to the offices in Regent's Park, then walk up the stairs to M's room. He would look into M's cold face across the desk.
'Better luck next time,' M would say.
But there couldn't be a "next time This had been their best chance to destroy Le Chiffre. And Bond had lost He looked at the people around the table. The croupier counted the money and put the plaques in front of the banker. Would anyone bet against a bank of thirty-two million francs? Leiter was not with Vesper now. Vesper looked strangely calm. She smiled at Bond "She doesn't understand the game,' Bond thought. A waiter stopped beside him He put a thick envelope on the table next to Bond. Bond's heart began to beat fast. He moved the envelope under the table and opened it. His hands were shaking, but he could feel the money inside. Excitement rushed through him. He slipped the francs into his pockets. There was a piece of paper with the money. It had one line of writing. THIRTY TWO MILLION FRANCS. WITH BEST WISHES FROM THE USA. Bond looked towards Vesper. Felix Leiter was standing next to her again. Leiter smiled, and Bond smiled back. This time Bond had to win. Or had Chiffre already got the fifty million francs that he needed to repay SODA? Perhaps he had. Then Le Chiffre wouldn't need to play.
The Man with the Stick Bond lit a cigarette. What next? Go back to the hotel. Make a phone call to London, then fly home. He would get a taxi to the offices in Regent's Park, then walk up the stairs to M's room. He would look into M's cold face across the desk. 'Better luck next time,' M would say. But there couldn't be a "next time This had been their best chance to destroy Le Chiffre. And Bond had lost He looked at the people around the table. The croupier counted the money and put the plaques in front of the banker. Would anyone bet against a bank of thirty-two million francs? Leiter was not with Vesper now. Vesper looked strangely calm. She smiled at Bond "She doesn't understand the game,' Bond thought. A waiter stopped beside him He put a thick envelope on the table next to Bond. Bond's heart began to beat fast. He moved the envelope under the table and opened it. His hands were shaking, but he could feel the money inside. Excitement rushed through him. He slipped the francs into his pockets. There was a piece of paper with the money. It had one line of writing. THIRTY TWO MILLION FRANCS. WITH BEST WISHES FROM THE USA. Bond looked towards Vesper. Felix Leiter was standing next to her again. Leiter smiled, and Bond smiled back. This time Bond had to win. Or had Chiffre already got the fifty million francs that he needed to repay SODA? Perhaps he had. Then Le Chiffre wouldn't need to play.
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