From Ian Fleming's "On Her Majesty's Secret Service"
CHAPTER 3
(Of Tracy, while Bond plays the high table.)
And then there she was! She had come from nowhere and was standing beside the croupier, and Bond had no time to take in more than the golden arms, a beautiful golden face with brilliant blue eyes and a shocking pink lips, some kind of a plain white dress, a bell of golden hair down to her shoulders and then it came. “Banco!”
Everyone looked at her and there was a moment’s silence. And then “Le banco est fait” from the croupier, and the monster from Lille (as Bond now saw him) was tearing cards out of the shoe and hers were on their way over to he on the croupier’s spatula.
She bent down and there was a moment of discrete cleavage in the white V of her neckline.
“Une carte.”
© 1963 by Glidrose Productions Ltd.