th his ten and led a diamond； trumping it on the table。 Drax's ace fell。 Another club from the table； catching Drax's knave。
Then the ace of clubs。
As Drax surrendered his king； for the first time he saw what〃 might be happening。 His eyes squinted anxiously at Bond； waiting fearfully for the next card。 Had Bond got the diamonds？ Hadn't Meyer got them guarded？ After all； he had opened with them。 Drax waited； his cards slippery with sweat。
Morphy； the great chess player； had a terrible habit。 He would never raise his eyes from the game until he knew his opponent could not escape defeat。 Then he would slowly lift his great head and gaze curiously at the man across the board。 His opponent would feel the gaze and would slowly； humbly raise his eyes to meet Morphy's。 At that moment he would know that it was no good continuing the game。 The eyes of Morphy said so。 There was nothing left but surrender。
Now； like Morphy； Bond lifted his head and looked straight into Drax's eyes。 Then he slowly drew out the queen of diamonds and placed it on the table。 Without waiting for Meyer to play he followed it； deliberately； with the 8； 7； 6； 5； 4； and the two winning clubs。
Then he spoke。 〃That's all； Drax；〃 he said quietly； and sat slowly back in his chair。
Drax's first reaction was to lurch forward and tear Meyer's cards out of his hand。 He faced them on the table； scrabbling feverishly among them for a possible winner。
Then he flung them back across the baize。
His face was dead white； but his eyes blazed redly at Bond。 Suddenly he raised one clenched fist and crashed it on the table among the pile of impotent aces and kings and queens in front of him。
Very low； he spat the words at Bond。 〃You're a che。。。〃
〃That's enough； Drax。〃 Basildon's voice came across the table like a whiplash。 〃None of that talk here。 I've been watching the whole game。 Settle up。 If you've got any plaints； put them in writing to the mittee。〃
Drax got slowly to his feet。 He stood away from his chair and ran a hand through his wet red hair。 The colour came slowly back into his face and with it an expression of cunning。 He glanced down at Bond and there was in his good eye a contemptuous triumph which Bond found curiously disturbing。
He turned to the table。 〃Good night； gentlemen；〃 he said； looking at each of them with the same oddly scornful expression。 〃I owe about ￡15；000。 I will accept Meyer's addition。〃
He leant forward and picked up his cigarette…case and lighter。
Then he looked again at Bond and spoke very quietly； the red moustache lifting slowly from the splayed upper teeth。 〃I should spend the money quickly； mander Bond；〃 he said。
Then he turned away from the table and walked swiftly out of the room。
PART TWO： TUESDAY； WEDNESDAY
CHAPTER VIII
THE RED TELEPHONE
ALTHOUGH HE had not got to bed until two； Bond walked into his headquarters punctually at ten the next morning。 He was feeling dreadful。 As well as acidity and liver as a result of drinking nearly two whole bottles of champagne； he had a touch of the melancholy and spiritual deflation that were partly the after…effects of the benzedrine and partly reaction to the drama of the night before。
When he went up in the lift towards another routine day； the bitter taste of the midnight hours was still with him。
After Meyer had scuttled thankfully off to bed； Bond had taken the two packs of cards out of the pockets of his coat and had put them on the table in front of Basildon and M。 One was the blue pack that Drax had cut to him and that he had pocketed； substituting instead； under cover of his handkerchief； the stacked blue pack in his right…hand pocket。 The other was the stacked red pack in his left…hand pocket which had not been needed。
He fanned the red pack out on the table and showed M。 and Basildon that it would have produced the same freak grand slam that had defeated Drax。
〃It's a famous Culbertson hand；〃 he explained。 〃He used it to spoof his own quick…trick conventions。 I had to doctor a red and a blue pack。 Couldn't know which colour I would be dealing with。〃
〃Well； it certainly went with a bang；〃 said Basildon gratefully。 〃I expect he'll put two and two together and either stay away or play straight in future。 Expensive evening for him。 Don't let's have any arguments about your winnings；〃 he added。 〃You've done everyone…and particularly Drax…a good turn tonight。 Things might have gone wrong。 Then it would have been your fingers that would have got burned。 Cheque will reach you on Saturday。〃
They had said good…night and Bond； in a mood of anticlimax； had gone off to bed。 He had taken a mild sleeping pill to try and clear his mind of the bizarre events of the evening and prepare himself for the morning and the office。 Before he slept he reflected； as he had often reflected in other moments of triumph at the card table； that the gain to the winner is； in some odd way； always less than the loss to the loser。
When he closed the door behind him Loelia Ponsonby looked curiously at the dark shadows under his eyes。 He noticed the glance； as she had intended。
He grinned。 〃Partly work and partly play；〃 he explained。 〃In strictly masculine pany；〃 he added。 〃And thanks very much for the benzedrine。 It really was badly needed。 Hope I didn't interfere with your evening？〃
〃Of course not；〃 she said； thinking of the dinner and the library book she had abandoned when Bond telephoned。 She looked down at her shorthand pad。 〃The Chief of Staff telephoned half an hour ago。 He said that M。 would be wanting you today。 He couldn't say when。 I told him that you've got Unarmed bat at three and he said to cancel it。 That's all； except the dockets left over from yesterday。〃
〃Thank heavens；〃 said Bond。 〃I couldn't have stood being thrown about by that dam' mando chap today。 Any news of 008？〃
〃Yes；〃 she said。 〃They say he's all right。 He's been moved to the military hospital at Wahnerheide。 Apparently it's only shock。〃
Bond knew what 'shock' might mean in his profession。 〃Good；〃 he said without conviction。 He smiled at her and went into his office and closed the door。
He walked decisively round his desk to the chair； sat down； and pulled the top file towards him。 Monday was gone。 This was Tuesday。 A new day。 Closing his mind to his headache and to thoughts about the night； he lit a cigarette and opened the brown folder with the Top Secret red star on it。 It was a memorandum from the Office of the Chief Preventive Officer of the United States Customs Branch and it was headed The Inspectoscope。
He focused his eyes。
'The Inspectoscope；' he read； 'is an instrument using fluoroscopic principles for the detection of contraband。 It is manufactured by the Sicular Inspectoscope pany of San Francisco and is widely used in American prisons for the secret detection of metal objects concealed in the clothing or on the person of criminals and prison visitors。 It is also used in the detection of IDE （Illicit Diamond Buying） and diamond smuggling in the diamond fields of Africa and Brazil。 The instrument costs seven thousand dollars； is approximately eight feet long by seven feet high and weighs nearly three tons。 It requires two trained operators。 Experiments have been made with this instrument in the customs hall of the International Airport at Idlewild with the following results。。。'
Bond skipped two pages containing details of a number of petty smuggling cases and studied the 'Summary of Conclusions' from which he deduced； with some irritation； that he would have to think of some place other than his armpit for carrying his 。25 Beretta the next time he travelled abroad。 He made a mental note to discuss the problem with the Technical Devices Section。
He ticked and initialled the distribution slip and automatically reached for the next folder entitled Philopon。 A Japanese murder…drug。
'Philopon'； his mind was trying to wander and he dragged it sharply back to the typewritten pages。
'Philopon is the chief factor in the increase in crime in Japan。 According to the Welfare Ministry there are now 1；500；000 addicts in the country； of whom one million are under the age of 20； and the Tokyo Metropolitan Police attribute 70 per cent of juvenile crime to the influences of the drug。
'Addiction； as in the case of marijuana in the United States； begins with one 〃shot〃。 The effect is 〃stimulating〃 and the drug is habit…forming。 It is also cheap…about ten yen （sixpence） a shot…and the addict rapidly increases his shots to the neighbourhood of one hundred a day。 In these quantities the addiction bees expensive and the victim automatically turns to crime to pay for the drug。 That the crime often includes physical assault and murder is due to a peculiar property of the drug。 It induces an acute persecution plex in the addict who bees prey to the illusion that people want to kill him and that he is always being followed with harmful intent。 He will turn with his feet and fists； or with a razor； on a stranger in the streets who he thinks has scrutinized him offensively。 Less advanced addicts tend to avoid an old friend who has reached the one hundred shots a day dosage； and this of course merely increases his feeling of persecution。
'In this way