In the patrol car Sergeant Dankwaerts was occupied with his thoughts, and they drove in silence along the Strand and up Chancery Lane and into Holborn. At Gamages they turned left into Hatton Garden and the car drew up near the neat white portals of the London Diamond Club.
Bond followed his companion across the pavement to a smart door in the centre of which was a well polished brass plate on which was engraved ‘The House of Diamonds.’ And underneath ‘Rufus B. Saye. Vice-President for Europe.’ Sergeant Dankwaerts rang the bell and a smart Jewish girl opened the door and led them across a thickly carpeted entrance hall into a panelled waiting-room.
“I am expecting Mr Saye any minute now,” she said indifferently and went out and closed the door.
The waiting-room was luxurious and, thanks
