They are on a level, behind the protecting barrier, with your groin.
The barrier surrounding the caisse comes as high as your chin and the caissier, who is generally nothing more than a minor bank clerk, sits on a stool and dips into his piles of notes and plaques. In the shadow of his thick left arm there nestled a discreet stack of the big yellow ones worth half a million francs each.īond watched the curious, impressive profile for a time, and then he shrugged his shoulders to lighten his thoughts and moved away. There was an untidy pile of flecked hundred-mille plaques in front of him. Le Chiffre was still playing and still, apparently, winning. He shifted himself unobtrusively away from the roulette he had been playing and went to stand for a moment at the brass rail which surrounded breast-high the top table in the salle privée. This helped him to avoid staleness and the sensual bluntness that breeds mistakes. He always knew when his body or his mind had had enough and he always acted on the knowledge.
James Bond suddenly knew that he was tired. Then the soul-erosion produced by high gambling-a compost of greed and fear and nervous tension-becomes unbearable and the senses awake and revolt from it. The scent and smoke and sweat of a casino are nauseating at three in the morning.
