Octopussy

March, 1966

Part I of novelette by Ian Fleming"You know what?" said Major Dexter Smythe to the octopus. "You're going to have a treat today if I can manage it."He had spoken aloud and his breath had steamed up the glass of his Pirelli mask. He put his feet down to the sand beside the niggerhead and stood up. The water reached to his armpits. He took off the mask and spat into it, rubbed the spit round the glass, rinsed it clean and pulled the rubber band of the mask back over his head. H...