His whole long body was restless and his hands shifted often on the brass rail. His face was wooden and grey, but his eyes flickered and gleamed like a conjurer's. The one more or less behind Le Chiffre's right arm was tall and funereal in his dinner-jacket.
They looked respectable enough, but not sufficiently a part of the game to be unobtrusive. They stood behind and to either side of the banker.
'You don't think I do this for pleasure.'Īs the game went on, Bond looked over the spectators leaning on the high brass rail round the table. Mr Du Pont leant forward from the other side of his wife: 'If one could be right every hand, none of us would be here,' he said philosophically.
