But on this June evening when Bond walked through the 'kitchen' into the salle privée, it was with a sensation of confidence and cheerful anticipation that he changed a million francs into plaques of fifty mille and took a seat […]

a police raid of a narcotics factory

the powers that covered themselves with everlasting infamy by the partition of Poland

[The room] was adorned with a great number of nicknacks and curiosities, which might have engaged the attention of a virtuoso.