Chapter 4

Golf, a Dangerous Sport

            The next day Bond drove up to Mr. Penington's office and went in.  It was a fairly large old building, one of the oldest.  As Bond reached the office it self, he saw a pleasing figure packing a box with folders.  The women looked up, her blue eyes gleamed in the sun that pierced through the window.  Her brunette hair was tied up in a professional knot.

            "May I help you?" she asked.

            "You might already have," Bond, replied, "I'm looking for a Ms. Leggs."

            "You found her," Ms. Leggs acknowledged, "Now, I'll ask again, how can I help you?"

            "Are you familiar with Mr. Penington's bank account?" he questioned.

            "Why, are you the police?" she inquired.

            "Actually, I'm with the secret service, Bond, James Bond."

            "Pleased to meet you."

            "Now about those accounts."

            "I told the police everything I know."

            "Yes I know.  Do you know about an account called BB?"

            "No not really," She paused, "Wait a minute.  I do recall an account named BB.  It was a privet account only he knows.  What about it."

            "Mr. Penington was spending large amounts to this BB account, what ever that stands for."

            "How do you know?"  She asks curiously.

            "Lets just say I was a wizard of getting in his accounts.  There was another account that goes to a doctor."

            "Oh yes, Dr. Hyde."

            "An appropriate name," Bond remarked.

            "He's was Mr. Penington's physician for 14 years."

            "Do you know where's his office is?" Bond asked.

            "You're not going to get him today."

            "And why is that?"

            "He's over at Hamilton Country club, playing golf."

            "Of course he is," said bond turning his charm on, "How about if you tell me more about his accounts over dinner tonight?"

            "Is that a request for a date?" the secretary thought.

            "It depends, if you can get me into that club," Bond requested.

            "I'll see what I can do," Penny replied as she wrote down her address on an index card she had nearby and handed it to Bond.

            "Good, I'll pick you up at 7."

            "I'll be ready," Penny responded as she greeted Bond out.

            Bond then headed out to the club wondering about what M said to him two days ago, but it didn't matter to him, cause he stumbled into something big.  Before he went to the club, he stopped by Q's lab and picked up those special golf clubs.   As Bond's car drove up to the doors of the country club, a valet greeted him.  The valet then parked his car as Bond went inside.  The club's hall was glamorous; it was styled in old Victorian like most of London's famous sites.  Bond noticed a sign that pointed to the Pro Shop and proceeded.  He then went over to the cashier and asked, "Excuse me, I was wondering if there is an opening spot for the first tee?"

            "Your name?" the cashier questioned.

            "Bond, James Bond," 007 replied.  The cashier checked his computer.

            "Oh yes, Mr. Bond, here you are," he acknowledged, "Your partner will be Dr. Hyde and he'll be teeing off in a couple off minutes.  Do you need a caddy for your clubs?"

            "Yes, thank you," Bond retorted.

            The cashier rang for a caddy and they headed out to the first tee.  Dr. Hyde was a little shorter than Bond and a bit over weight.

            "You must be Mr. Penington's replacement," Dr. Hyde started, "It's sad what happened to him."

            "The name's..."

            "James Bond," The doctor jumped in, "I know who you are Mr. Bond.  Samantha has been talking a great deal about you."

            "Has she," said Bond, "Who should start off?"

            "I think it's customary for the person who was here first starts firsts," Dr. Hyde suggested, "If it's all right with you?"

            "By all means," Bond replied as Hyde placed his ball on his tee and got in his stance.  He first took a quick glance at the hole.  It was a 4-par hole; the way Bond saw it, with trees on both sides down the fairway.  Dr Hyde took a nice swing and whacked the ball about 150 yards down the fairway.  "Nice shot," Bond commented as he took his stance.  With the special clubs he borrowed, he glanced, swung, and the ball soared a little farther than Dr. Hyde's ball.

            "Good shot, Mr. Bond," said Dr. Hyde as they started walking down the green.  "So, Mr. Bond," he started, "What kind of business are you in?"

            "Security," Bond replied, "For the Peningtons."

            "Ah, that's very smart of them," Dr. Hyde remarked, "Having security after that mishaps with the car yesterday."

            "How did you know about that?"

            "Uh, Samantha told me," he replied going over to his ball.  His caddy gave him a 5 iron, but the doctor refused him as the caddy gave him the 4 iron, the caddy then stipulated with him as Dr. Hyde snatched the club from him.  He then looked as he saw the flag in sight.  He swung his club as the ball sailed on to the green, just about 5 feet away from the hole.  It was Bond's turn; his caddy gave him a 5 iron.  He sung his club as the ball flew and landed a couple of feet from the hole.  Dr. Hyde was amazed.

            "Are you sure your not a pro?" Dr. Hyde said smiling.

            "I guess its beginners luck," Bond replied.

            They were at the 5th hole and Bond was 2 under par as Dr. Hyde was one under. As Hyde took his stance and asked, "So, what brings you here?"

            "A friend invited me," Bond replied as Hyde took his swing.

            "Samantha?" The doctor wondered.

            "Actually it was Mr. Penington's secretary," Bond answered taking his pose, "How long have you've been Mr. Penington's doctor?"

            "I was his physician for 15 years now," Dr. Hyde acknowledged as Bond swung his club. 

            "15 years," Bond remarked as they started walking, "He must have been feeling pretty sick all that time."

            "Actually," he started, "His leg was badly blown from the war, and ever since, he's been counseling with me for his recovery."

            What Bond didn't know, was on the last hole, he was being watched.  They where on the green when Dr. Hyde looked at the hole, he then putted as the ball rolled into the hole.  Hyde then removed his ball as his caddy tallied up his score.  Dr. Hyde took a look and remarked, "Well Mr. Bond, it seems that the game is over."  He then took off his hat and wiped the sweat off his forehead as Bond concentrated on his putt.  Not knowing that was the signal, Bond started his putt then heard a golf swing in the distance, he quickly turned his head as a golf ball was barreling down his way.  Bond then shoved Dr. Hyde out of the ball's way as it whizzed past then hitting a tree and exploding into a million splinters.  They both got up and saw the damage.  Bond then looked down and saw his ball all ready in the hole.

            "I didn't know golf can be a dangerous game," Bond remarked.

            "Thank you, for saving my life," Dr. Hyde commented. They both headed back to the clubhouse as Dr. Hyde said, "You played very well Mr. Bond.  Perhaps we can play again?"

            "I love too, but right now I've got to get ready for an appointment," Bond replied.

            "Mm, me too," Dr. Hyde agreed, "Maybe we'll meet again?"

            "Maybe," said Bond as they went their separate ways.