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He turned and grasped the metal frame above his head and putting all his weight on his arms he jack…knifed his legs through and down so that they were hanging a few inches above the racks full of shells。 He lowered himself until he could feel the backs of the shells with his stockinged toes； then he softly separated them with his toes until he had exposed a width of board。 Then he let his whole weight subside softly on to the tray。 It held； and in a moment he was down on the floor listening with all his senses for any noise behind the whine of the machinery。
But there was none。 He took his steel…tipped shoes out of his shirt and left them on the cleared board； then he moved off on the concrete floor with a pencil flashlight in his hand。
He was in the aquarium…fish section； and as he examined the labels he caught flashes of coloured light from the deep tanks and occasionally a piece of living jewellery would materialize and briefly goggle at him before he moved on。
There were all kinds … Swordtails； Guppies； Platys； Terras； Neons； Cichlids； Labyrinth and Paradise fish； and every variety of exotic Goldfish。 Underneath； sunk in the floor； and most of them covered with chicken wire； there were tray upon tray swarming and heaving with worms and baits： white worms； micro worms； Daphnia； shrimp； and thick slimy clam worms。 From these ground tanks； forests of tiny eyes looked up at his torch。
There was the foetid smell of a mangrove swamp in the air and the temperature was in the high seventies。 Soon Bond began to sweat slightly and to long for the clean night air。
He had moved to the central passage…way before he found the poison fish which were one of his objectives。 When he had read about them in the files of the Police Headquarters in New York； he had made a mental note that he would like to know more about this sideline of the peculiar business of Ourobouros Inc。
Here the tanks were smaller and there was generally only one specimen in each。 Here the eyes that looked sluggishly at Bond were cold and hooded and an occasional fang was bared at the torch or a spined backbone slowly swelled。
Each tank bore an ominous skull…and…crossbones in chalk and there were large labels that said VERY DANGEROUS and KEEP OFF。
There must have been at least a hundred tanks of various sizes； from the large ones to hold Torpedo Skates and the sinister Guitar Fish； to smaller ones for the Horse…killer Eel； Mud Fish from the Pacific； and the monstrous West Indian Scorpion Fish； each of whose spines has a poison sac as powerful as a rattlesnake's。
Bond's eyes narrowed as he noticed that in all the dangerous tanks the mud or sand on the bottom occupied nearly half the tank。
He chose a tank containing a six…inch Scorpion Fish。 He knew something of the habits of this deadly species and in particular that they do not strike； but poison only on contact。
The top of the tank was on a level with his waist。 He took out a strong pocket…knife he had purchased and opened the longest blade。 Then he leant over the tank and with '。
sleeve rolled up he deliberately aimed his knife at the centre of the craggy head between the overhung grottoes of the eye…sockets。 As his hand broke the surface of the water the white dinosaur spines stood threateningly erect and the mottled stripes of the fish turned to a uniform muddy brown。 Its broad； wing…like pectorals rose slightly； poised for flight。
Bond lunged swiftly； correcting his aim for the refraction from the surface of the tank。 He pinned the bulging head down as the tail threshed wildly and slowly drew the fish towards him and up the glass side of the tank。 He stood aside and whipped it out on to the floor； where it continued flapping and jumping despite its shattered skull。
He leant over the tank and plunged his hand deep into the centre of the mud and sand。
Yes； they were there。 His hunch about the poison fish had been right。 His fingers felt the close rows of coin deep under the mud； like counters in a box。 They were in a flat tray。 He could feel the wooden partitions。 He pulled out a coin； rinsing it and his hand in the cleaner surface water as he did so。 He shone his torch on it。 It was as big as a modern five…shilling piece and nearly as thick and it was gold。 It bore the arms of Spain and the head of Philip II。
He looked at the tank； measuring it。 There must be a thousand coins in this one tank that no customs officer would think of disturbing。 Ten to twenty thousand dollars' worth； guarded by one poison…fanged Cerberus。 These must be the cargo brought in by the Secatur on her last trip a week ago。 A hundred tanks。 Say one hundred and fifty thousand dollars' worth of gold per trip。 Soon the trucks would be ing for the tanks and somewhere down the road men with rubber…coated tongs would extract the deadly fish and throw them back in the sea or burn them。 The water and the mud would be emptied out and the gold coin washed and poured into bags。 Then the bags would go to agents and the coins would trickle out on the market； each one strictly accounted for by Mr。 Big's machine。
It was a scheme after Mr。 Big's philosophy； effective； technically brilliant； almost foolproof。
Bond was full of admiration as he bent to the floor and speared the Scorpion Fish in the side。 He dropped it back in the tank。 There was no point in divulging his knowledge to the enemy。
It was as he turned away from the tank that all the lights in the warehouse suddenly blazed on and a voice of sharp authority said； 'Don't move an inch。 Stick 'em up。'
As Bond took a rolling dive under the tank he caught a glimpse of the lank figure of The Robber squinting down the sights of his rifle about twenty yards away； up against the main entrance。 As he dived he prayed that The Robber would miss； but also he prayed that the floor tank which was to take his dive would be one of the covered ones。 It was。 It was covered with chicken wire。 Something snapped up at him as he hit the wire and sprawled clear in the next passage…way。 As he dived； the rifle cracked and the Scorpion Fish tank above his head splintered sharply and water gushed down。
Bond sprinted fast between the tanks back towards his only means of retreat。 Just as he turned the corner there was a shot and a tank of angel fish exploded like a bomb just beside his ear。
He was now at his end of the warehouse with The Robber at the other； fifty yards away。 There was no possible chance of jumping for his window on the other side of the central passage…way。 He stood for a moment gaining his breath and thinking。 He realized that the lines of tanks would only protect him to the knees and that between the tanks he would be in full view down the narrow passages。 Either way； he could not stand still。 He was reminded of the fact as a shot whammed between his legs into a pile of conchs； sending splinters of their hard china buzzing round him like wasps。 He ran to his right and another shot came at his legs。 It hit the floor and zoomed into a huge carboy of clams that split in half and emptied a hundred shell…fish over the floor。 Bond raced back； taking long quick strides。 He had his Beretta out and loosed off two shots as he crossed the central passage…way。