Bond turned his head towards the voice. His eyes were dazzled by the light. He squeezed them hard and opened them. Goldfinger was sitting in a canvas chair. The yellow skin of his huge torso glinted with sweat. Tilly Masterton sat strapped to it by her wrists and ankles. Her eyes gazed vacantly at Bond. She was either drugged or hypnotized.

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