SUSPENSE:  For a moment blind rage seizes him. He kicks out sharply, twice. One short scream comes up out of the depths. There is a splash and then a great commotion in the water.


Bond walks to the side of the trapdoor and pushes the upright concrete slab. It revolves easily on its central pivot.


Just before its edges shut out the blackness below, Bond hears one terrible snuffling grunt as if a great pig is getting its mouth full. He knows it for the grunt that a shark makes as its hideous flat nose comes up out of the water and its sickle-shaped mouth closes on a floating carcass. He shudders and kicks the bolt home with his foot.


When 007 goes to Harlem, it's not just for the jazz. Harlem is the kingdom of Mr. Big, black master of crime, voodoo baron, senior partner in S.M.E.R.S.H.'s grim company of death. Those Mr. Big cannot possess he crushes; those who cross him will meet painful ends. Like his beautiful prisoner, Solitaire. And her lover, James Bond.