It was 12.30 when Bond went down in the elevator and out on to the roasting street.
He turned right and walked slowly down towards Times Square. As he passed the handsome black marble frontage of the House of Diamonds, he stopped to examine the two discreet show-windows lined with dark blue velvet. In the centre of each there was just one piece of jewellery, an ear-ring consisting of a big pear-shaped diamond hanging from another perfect stone, circular and brilliant-cut. Below each ear-ring there was a thin plate of yellow gold, in the shape of a visiting card with one edge turned down. On each plate was engraved the words Diamonds are Forever.
Diamonds are ForeverBond smiled to himself. He wondered which of his predecessors had smuggled those four diamonds into America.
Bond sauntered
