Mr. Big looked across at Bond.
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Bond was startled by the question. His mind raced.
‘On reflection, I expect you will say the little 杭州桑拿美女 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 杭州水疗会所论坛 sweat poured off Bond’s face. His teeth started to bare in an involuntary rictus. Through the increasing 杭州桑拿洋妞 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,’ commented

Tee-Hee.
Solitaire sat limply back in her chair and closed her eyes.
‘Did he have a gun?’ asked Mr. Big.
‘Yassuh.’ Tee-Hee took Bond’s Beretta out of his pocket and slipped it across the desk. The Big Man picked it up and looked at it expertly. He weighed it in his hand, testing the feel of the skeleton grip. Then he pumped the shells out on to the desk, verified that he had also emptied the chamber and slid it over towards Bond.
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Tee-Hee went behind Bond’s chair and dug his nails into the lobes of Bond’s ears.
Bond groaned and lifted his head.
His eyes focused on Mr. Big and he uttered a string of obscenities.
‘Be thankful you’re not dead,’ said Mr. Big without emotion. ‘Any pain is preferable to death. Here is your gun. I have the shells. Tee-Hee, give it back to him.’
Tee-Hee took it off the desk and slipped it back into Bond’s holster.
‘I will explain to you briefly,’ continued The Big Man, ‘why it is that you are not dead; why you have been permitted to enjoy the sensation of pain instead of adding to the pollution of the Harlem River from the folds of what is jocularly known as a cement overcoat.’
He paused for a moment and then spoke.
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Bond listened with part of his mind. With the other half he was already planning. He sensed the presence of
Solitaire, but he kept his eyes off her. He gazed steadily across the table at the great grey face with its unwinking golden eyes.
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‘Mister Bond, I take pleasure now only in artistry, in the polish and finesse which I can bring to my operations. It has become almost a mania with me to impart an absolute rightness, a high elegance, to the execution of my affairs. Each day, Mister Bond, I try and set myself still higher standards of subtlety and technical polish so that each of my proceedings may be a work of art, bearing my signature as clearly as the creations of, let us say, Benvenuto Cellini. I am content, for the time being, to be my only judge, but I sincerely believe, Mister Bond, that the approach to perfection which I am steadily achieving in my operations will ultimately win recognition in the history of our times.’