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The girl put her hand up to her throat and the cloak of black feathers came away from the front of her body and spread out into a five…foot black fan。 She swirled it slowly behind her until it stood up like a peacock's tail。 She was naked except for a brief vee of black lace and a black sequin star in the centre of each breast and the thin black domino across her eyes。 Her body was small； hard； bronze； beautiful。 It was slightly oiled and glinted in the white light。
The audience was silent。 The drums began to step up the tempo。 The bass drum kept its beat dead on the timing of the human pulse。
The girl's naked stomach started slowly to revolve in time with the rhythm。 She swept the black feathers across and behind her again； and her hips started to grind in time with the bass drum。 The upper part of her body was motionless。 The black feathers swirled again； and now her feet were shifting and her shoulders。 The drums beat louder。 Each part of her body seemed to be keeping a different time。 Her lips were bared slightly from her teeth。 Her nostrils began to flare。 Her eyes glinted hotly through the diamond slits。 It was a sexy； pug…like face … chienne was the only word Bond could think of。
The drums thudded faster； a plexity of interlaced rhythms。 The girl tossed the big fan off the floor； held her arms up above her head。 Her whole body began to shiver。 Her belly moved faster。 Round and round； in and out。 Her legs straddled。 Her hips began to revolve in a wide circle。 Suddenly she plucked the sequin star off her right breast and threw it into the audience。 The first noise came from the spectators； a quiet growl。 Then they were silent again。 She plucked off the other star。 Again the growl and then silence。 The drums began to crash and roll。 Sweat poured off the drummers。 Their hands fluttered like grey flannel on the pale membranes。 Their eyes were bulging； distant。 Their heads were slightly bent to one side as if they were listening。 They hardly glanced at the girl。 The audience panted softly； liquid eyes bulging and rolling。
The sweat was shining all over her now。 Her breasts and stomach glistened with it。 She broke into great shuddering jerks。 Her mouth opened and she screamed softly。 Her hands snaked down to her sides and suddenly she had torn away the strip of lace。 She threw it into the audience。 There was nothing now but a single black G…string。 The drums went into a hurricane of sexual rhythm。 She screamed softly again and then； her arms stretched before her as a balance； she started to lower her body down to the floor and up again。 Faster and faster。 Bond could hear the audience panting and grunting like pigs at the trough。 He felt his own hands gripping the tablecloth。 His mouth was dry。
The audience began to shout at her。 'Cmon； G…G。 Take it away； Baby。 Cmon。 Grind Baby； grind。'
She sank to her knees and as the rhythm slowly died so she too went into a last series of juddering spasms； mewing softly。
The drums came down to a slow tom…tom beat and shuffle。 The audience howled for her body。 Harsh obscenities came from different corners of the room。
The MC came on to the floor。 A spot went on him。
'Okay； folks； okay。' The sweat was pouring off his chin。 He spread his arms in surrender。
'Da G…G AGREES！'
There was a delighted howl from the audience。 Now she would be quite naked。 'Take it off； G…G。 Show yoself Baby。 Cmon； cmon。'
The drums growled and stuttered softly。
'But； mah friends；' yelled the MC；' she stipperlates …With da lights OUT！'
There was a frustrated groan from the audience。 The whole room was plunged in darkness。
Must be an old gag； thought Bond to himself。
Suddenly all his senses were alert。
The howling of the mob was disappearing； rapidly。 At the same time he felt cold air on his face。 He ielt as if he was sinking。
'Hey；' shouted Leiter。 His voice was close but it sounded hollow。
Christ！ thought Bond。
Something snapped shut above his head。 He put his hand out behind him。 It touched a moving wall a foot from his back。
'Lights；' said a voice； quietly。
At the same time both his arms were gripped。 He was pressed down in his chair。
Opposite him； still at the table； sat Leiter； a huge negro grasping his elbows。 They were in a tiny square cell。 To right and left were two more negroes in plain clothes with guns trained on them。
There was the sharp hiss of a hydraulic garage lift and the table settled quietly to the floor。 Bond glanced up。 There was the faint join of a broad trap…door a few feet above their heads。 No sound came through it。
One of the negroes grinned。
'Take it easy； folks。 Enjoy da ride？'
Leiter let out one single harsh obscenity。 Bond relaxed his muscles； waiting。
'Which is da Limey？' asked the negro who had spoken。 He seemed to be in charge。 The pistol he held trained lazily on Bond's heart was very fancy。 There was a glint of mother…of…pearl between his black fingers on the stock and the long octagonal barrel was finely chased。
'Dis one； Ah guess；' said the negro who was holding Bond's arm。 'He got da scar。'
The negro's grip on Bond's arm was terrific。 It was as if he had two fierce tourniquets applied above the elbows。 His hands were beginning to go numb。
The man with the fancy gun came round the corner of the table。 He shoved the muzzle of his gun into Bond's stomach。 The hammer was back。
'You oughtn't to miss at that range；' said Bond。
'Shaddap；' said the negro。 He frisked Bond expertly with his left hand … legs； thighs； back； sides。 He dug out Bond's gun and handed it to the other armed man。
'Give dat to da Boss； Tee…Hee；' he said。 'Take da Limey up。 Yuh go 'long wid em。 Da other guy stays wid me。'
'Yassuh；' said the man called Tee…Hee； a paunchy negro in a chocolate shirt and lavender…coloured peg…top trousers。
Bond was hauled to his feet。 He had one foot hooked under a leg of the table。 He yanked hard。 There was a crash of glass and silverware。 At the same moment； Leiter kicked out backwards round the leg of his chair。 There was a satisfactory 'klonk' as his heel caught his guard's shin。 Bond did the same but missed。 There was a moment of chaos； but neither of the guards slackened his grip。 Leiter's guard picked him bodily out of the chair as if he had been a child； faced him to the wall and slammed him into it。 It nearly smashed Leiter's nose。 The guard swung him round。 Blood was streaming down over his mouth。
The two guns were still trained unwaveringly on them。 It had been a futile effort； but for a split second they had regained the initiative and effaced the sudden shock of capture。
'Don' waste yo breff；' said the negro who had been giving the orders。 'Take da Limey away。' He addressed Bond's guard。 'Mr。 Big's waiten'。' He turned to Leiter。
'Yo kin tell yo fren' goodbye；' he said。 'Yo is unlikely be seein' yoselves agin。'
Bond smiled at Leiter。 'Lucky we made a date for the police to meet us here at two；' he said。 'See you at the lineup。'
Leiter grinned back。 His teeth were red with blood。 'missioner Monahan's going to be pleased with this bunch。 Be seeing you。'
'Crap；' said the negro with conviction。 'Get goin'。'
Bond's guard whipped him round and shoved him again