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James Bond drank down the rest of his beer and got slowly to his feet。 He walked towards Scaramanga and was about to pass him when the man reached out a languid left arm and caught him at the biceps。 He held the snout of his gun to his nose； sniffing delicately。 The expression in the dead brown eyes was faraway。 He said； 〃Mister； there's something quite extra about the smell of death。 Care to try it？〃 He held out the glittering gun as if he was offering James Bond a rose。
Bond stood quite still。 He said； 〃Mind your manners。 Take your hand off me。〃
Scaramanga raised his eyebrows。 The flat； leaden gaze seemed to take in Bond for the first time。
He released his grip。
James Bond went on round the edge of the counter。 When he came opposite the other man； he found the eyes were now looking at him with faint； scornful curiosity。 Bond stopped。 The sobbing of the girl was the crying of a small dog。 Somewhere down the street a sound system…a loudspeaker record player…began braying calypso。
Bond looked the man in the eye。 He said； 〃Thanks。 I've tried it。 I remend the Berlin vintage Nineteen forty…five。〃 He smiled a friendly； only slightly ironical smile。 〃But I expect you were too young to be at that tasting。〃
6
The Easy Grand
Bond knelt down beside Tiffy and gave her a couple of sharp slaps on the right cheek。 Then on the left。 The wet eyes came back into focus。 She put her hand up to her face and looked at Bond with surprise。 Bond got to his feet。 He took a cloth and wetted it at the tap； then leant down and put his arm round her and wiped the cloth gently over her face。 Then he lifted her up and handed her her bag that was on a shelf behind the counter。 He said； 〃e on； Tiffy。 Make up that pretty face again。 Business'll be warming up soon。 The leading lady's got to look her best。〃
Tiffy took the bag and opened it。 She looked past Bond and saw Scaramanga for the first time since the shooting。 The pretty lips drew back in a snarl。 She whispered fiercely so that only Bond could hear； 〃I'm goin' fix that man； but good。 There's Mother Edna up Orange Hill way。 She's an obeah top woman。 I'll go up there tomorrow。 e a few days； he won't know what hit him。〃 She took out a mirror and began doing up her face。 Bond reached into his hip pocket and counted out five one…pound notes。 He stuffed them into her open bag。
〃You forget all about it。 This'll buy you a nice canary in a cage to keep you pany。 Anyway another pair of klings'll e along if you put some food out。〃 He patted her shoulder and moved away。 When he came up with Scaramanga he stopped and said； 〃That may have been a good circus act〃…he used the word again on purpose… 〃but it was rough on the girl。 Give her some money。〃
Scaramanga said 〃Shove it〃 out of the corner of his mouth。 He said suspiciously； 〃And what's all this yack about circuses？〃 He turned to face Bond。 〃Just stop where you are； mister； and answer a few questions。 Like I said； are you from the police？ You've sure got the smell of cops around you。 If not； what are you doing hereabouts？〃
Bond said； 〃People don't tell me what to do。 I tell them。〃 He walked on into the middle of the room and sat down at a table。 He said。 〃e and sit down and stop trying to lean on me。 I'm unleanable…on。〃
Scaramanga shrugged。 He took two long strides； picked up one of the metal chairs； twirled it round and thrust it between his legs； and sat ass…backwards； his left arm lying along the back of the chair。 His right arm rested on his thigh； inches from the pistol butt that showed above the waistband of his trousers。 Bond recognized that it was a good working position for a gunman； the metal back of the chair acting as a shield for most of the body。 This was certainly a most careful and professional man。
Bond； both hands in full view of the tabletop； said cheerfully； 〃No。 I'm not from the police。 My name's Mark Hazard。 I'm from a pany called Transworld Consortium。 I've been doing a job up at Frome； the WISCO sugar place。 Know it？〃
〃Sure I know it。 What you been doing there？〃
〃Not so fast； my friend。 First of all； who are you and what's your business？〃
〃Scaramanga。 Francisco Scaramanga。 Labour relations。 Ever heard of me？〃
Bond frowned。 〃Can't say I have。 Should I have？〃
〃Some people who hadn't are dead。〃
〃A lot of people who haven't heard of me are dead。〃 Bond leaned back。 He crossed one leg over the other； above the knee； and grasped the ankle in a clubman pose。 〃I do wish you'd stop talking in heroics。 For instance； seven hundred million Chinese have certainly heard of neither of us。 You must be a frog in a very small pool。〃
Scaramanga did not rise to the jibe。 He said reflectively； 〃Yeah。 I guess you could call the Caribbean a pretty small pool。 But there's good pickin's to be had from it。 The Man with the Golden Gun。 That's what they call me in these parts。〃
〃It's a handy tool for solving labour problems。 We could do with you up at Frome。〃
〃Been having trouble up there？〃 Scaramanga looked bored。
〃Too many cane fires。〃
〃Was that your business？〃
〃Sort of。 One of the jobs of my pany is insurance investigation。〃
〃Security work。 I've e across guys like you before。 Thought I could smell the cop…smell。〃 Scaramanga looked satisfied that his guess had been right。 〃Did you get anywhere？〃
〃Picked up a few Rastafari。 I'd have liked to get rid of the lot of them。 But they went crying to their union that they were being discriminated against because of their religion； so we had to call a halt。 So the fires'll begin again soon。 That's why I say we could do with a good enforcer up there。〃 Bond added blandly； 〃I take it that's another name for your profession？〃
Again Scaramanga dodged the sneer。 He said； 〃You carry a gun？〃
〃Of course。 You don't go after the Rastas without one。〃
〃What kind of a gun？〃
〃Walther PPK。 Seven sixty…five millimetre。〃
〃Yes； that's a stopper all right。〃 Scaramanga turned towards the counter。 〃Hey； cool cat。 Couple of Red Stripes； if you're in business again。〃 He turned back and the blank eyes looked hard at Bond。 〃What's your next job？〃
〃Don't know。 I'll have to contact London and find out if they've got any other problems in the area。 But I'm in no hurry。 I work for them more or less on a free…lance basis。 Why？ Any suggestions？〃
The other man sat quiet while Tiffy came out from behind the counter。 She came over to the table and placed the tin tray with the bottles and glasses in front of Bond。 She didn't look at Scaramanga。 Scaramanga uttered a harsh bark of laughter。 He reached inside his coat and took out all alligator…skin billfold。 He extracted a hundred…dollar bill and threw it on the table。 〃No hard feelings； cool cat。 You'd be okay if you didn't always keep your legs together。 Go buy yourself some more birds with that。 I like to have smiling people around me。〃
Tiffy picked up the bill。 She said； 〃Thanks； mister。 You'd be surprised what I'm going to spend your money on。〃 She gave him a long； hard look and turned on her heel。
Scaramanga shrugged。 He reached for a bottle of beer and a glass； and both men poured and drank。 Scaramanga took out an expensive cigar case； selected a pencil…thin cheroot and lit it with a match。 He