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off St James's Street that piques itself in surpassing all its predecessors' and in 1778 'Blades' first occurs in a letter from Gibbon； the historian； who coupled it with the name of its founder； a German called Longchamp at that time conducting the Jockey Club at Newmarket。
From the outset Blades seems to have been a success； and in 1782 we find the Duke of Wirtemberg writing excitedly home to his younger brother： 'This is indeed the 〃Ace of Clubs〃！ There have been four or five quinze tables going in the room at the same time； with whist and piquet； after which a full Hazard table。 I have known two at the same time。 Two chests each containing 4000 guinea rouleaus were scarce sufficient for the night's circulation。'
Mention of Hazard perhaps provides a clue to the club's prosperity。 Permission to play this dangerous but popular game must have been given by the mittee in contravention of its own rules which laid down that 'No game is to be admitted to the House of the Society but Chess； Whist； Picket； Cribbage； Quadrille； Ombre and Tredville'。
In any event the club continued to flourish； and remains to this day the home of some of the highest 'polite' gambling in the world。 It is not as aristocratic as it was； the redistribution of wealth has seen to that； but it is still the most exclusive club in London。 The membership is restricted to two hundred and each candidate must have two qualifications for election； he must behave like a gentleman and he must be able to'show' ￡ 100；000 in cash or gilt…edged securities。
The amenities of Blades； apart from the gambling； are so' desirable that the mittee has had to rule that every member is required to win or lose ￡500 a year on the club premises； or pay an annual fine of ￡250。 The food and wine are the best in London and no bills are presented； the cost of all meals being deducted at the end of each week pro rata from the profits of the winners。 Seeing that about ￡5；000 changes hands each week at the tables the impost is not too painful and the losers have the satisfaction of saving something from the wreck； and the custom explains the fairness of the levy on infrequent gamblers。
Club servants are the making or breaking of any club and the servants of Blades have no equal。 The half…dozen waitresses in the dining…room are of such a high standard of beauty that some of the younger members have been known to smuggle them undetected into debutante balls； and if； at night； one or other of the girls is persuaded to stray into one of the twelve members' bedrooms at the back of the club； that is regarded as the members' private concern。
There are one or two other small refinements which contribute to the luxury of the place。 Only brand…new currency notes and silver are paid out on the premises and； if a member is staying overnight； his notes and small change are taken away by the valet who brings the early morning tea and The Times and are replaced with new money。 No newspaper es to the reading room before it has been ironed。 Floris provides the soaps and lotions in the lavatories and bedrooms； there is a direct wire to Ladbroke's from the porter's lodge； the club has the finest tents and boxes at the principal race…meetings； at Lords； Henley； and Wimbledon； and members travelling abroad have automatic membership of the leading club in every foreign capital。
In short； membership of Blades； in return for the ￡106 entrance fee and the ￡50 a year subscription； provides the standard of luxury of the Victorian age together with the opportunity to win or lose； in great fort； anything up to ￡20；000 a year。
Bond； reflecting on all this； decided that he was going to enjoy his evening。 He had only played at Blades a dozen times in his life； and on the last occasion he had burnt his fingers badly in a high poker game； but the prospect of some expensive bridge and of the swing of a few； to him； not unimportant hundred pounds made his muscles taut with anticipation。
And then； of course； there was the little business of Sir Hugo Drax； which might bring an additional touch of drama to the evening。
He was not even disturbed by a curious portent he encountered while he was driving along King's Road into Sloane Square with half his mind on the traffic and the other half exploring the evening ahead。
It was a few minutes to six and there was thunder about。 The sky threatened rain and it had bee suddenly dark。 Across the square from him； high up in the air； a bold electric sign started to flash on and off。 The fading light…waves had caused the cathode tube to start the mechanism which would keep the sign flashing through the dark hours until； around six in the morning； the early light of day would again sensitize the tube and cause the circuit to close。
Startled at the great crimson words； Bond pulled in to the curb； got out of the car and crossed to the other side of the street to get a better view of the big skysign。
Ah！ That was it。 Some of the letters had been hidden by a neighbouring building。 It was only one of those Shell advertisements。 'SUMMER SHELL is HERE' was what it said。
Bond smiled to himself and walked back to his car and drove on。
When he had first seen the sign； half…hidden by the building； great crimson letters across the evening sky had flashed a different message。
They had said： 'HELL is HERE。。。 HELL is HERE。。。 HELL is HERE。'
CHAPTER IV
THE 'SHINER'
BOND LEFT the Bentley outside Brooks's and walked round the corner into Park Street。
The Adam frontage of Blades； recessed a yard or so back from its neighbours； was elegant in the soft dusk。 The dark red curtains had been drawn across the ground floor bow…windows on either side of the entrance and a uniformed servant showed for a moment as he drew them across the three windows of the floor above。 In the centre of the three； Bond could see the' heads and shoulders of two men bent over a game； probably backgammon he thought； and he caught a glimpse of the spangled fire of one of the three great chandeliers that illuminate the famous gambling room。
Bond pushed through the swing doors and walked up to the old…fashioned porter's lodge ruled over by Brevett； the guardian of Blades and the counsellor and family friend of half the members。
〃Evening； Brevett。 Is the Admiral in？〃
〃Good evening； sir；〃 said Brevett； who knew Bond as an occasional guest at the club。 〃The Admiral's waiting for you in the card room。 Page； take mander Bond up to the Admiral。 Lively now！〃
As Bond followed the uniformed page boy across the worn black and white marble floor of the hall and up the wide staircase with its fine mahogany balustrade； he remembered the story of how； at one election； nine blackballs had been found in the box when there were only eight members of the mittee present。 Brevett； who had handed the box from member to member； was said to have confessed to the Chairman that he was so afraid the candidate would be elected that he had put in a blackball himself。 No one had objected。 The mittee would rather have lost its chairman than the porter whose family had held the same post at Blades for a hundred years。
The page pushed open one wing of the tall doors at the top of the s