When I was a kid and first starting to buy my own books, most of my Bond novels looked like this. Though I much preferred the look of the Bantam editions with the amazing Frank McCarthy paintings, I knew that the nearly-naked ladies on them would really bother my mother. These illustrations, on the other hand, were so small that the unclad ladies on them went unnoticed. Anyway, when you’re mowing lawns for two dollars a whack, you have to consider that sixty cents for a Signet is a much better deal than the ninety-five-cent Bantam edition would be.