The Baccarat table is
surrounded by onlookers... women draped with jewels and
furs, and men wearing dinner jackets. The waitress has
just brought me my vodka martini -- shaken, not stirred -
when I look across at Largo. He glares at me with his one
good eye.
"Well, Mr. Bond. It seems that it's up to you." I take another card from the shoe, and gingerly turn it over. "Huit a la banque", says the croupier. Largo lets loose with a huge laugh as he turns his cards over. A two and a three. "Now, Mr. Bond," he hisses "...go fish!!!" |
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