Felix Leiter
That evening, Bond walked across to the Casino. He had
always been a gambler. He liked the luxury of the cardrooms
and casinos. Sometimes he was lucky, sometimes not.
But Bond believed that luck should be loved and not feared.
Bond changed a million francs into plaques and took a
seat at Roulette Table Number 1. He played seventeen
games. He lost some games and won some games. He finished
with winnings of one million francs.
An American was sitting opposite. When Bond got up
from the table, the American got up too.
'Let me buy you a drink,' the man said to Bond.
Bond guessed that the American was from the CIA. M
had told him that they would send someone.
'My name's Felix Leiter,' said the American, as they
walked to the bar.
'Mine is Bond- James Bond.'
They ordered drinks.
'A dry martini,' said Bond to the barman. 'But I want it in
a large glass.'
'I'm pleased to be working with you,' Leiter said. He lit a
cigarette. 'Our people in Washington are very interested in
this job.'
'Our enemies already know about me,' said Bond. 'They
probably know about you and Mathis, too. Please be at the
Casino this evening. I've got an assistant, Miss Lynd. I'd like
her to be with you when I start playing.' He smiled at Leiter.
'Be careful of Le Chiffre's two gunmen. They probably won't
make any trouble. But we can't be sure.'
Felix Leiter was about thirty-five. He was tall and thin,