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‘Oh, I’d like to see that.’ Chi-Chi was as fascinated as Bond by the idea of a

house underground, below two areas that were virtually Chinese boxes within
the main structure. Brokenclaw could, of course, come and go as he pleased if
this place was his central headquarters.
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display. But, as he stood, there was a brisk knocking at the door.
‘Come,’ he called, as pleasantly as ever.
Bone Bender Ding stood in the doorway. ‘We have the spy bitch’s father
here, sir.’ His face was wreathed in the most unpleasant gold-toothed grin that

Bond had seen for a long time.
Brokenclaw turned to Bond and Chi-Chi, ‘Please excuse me, this will not
take long. Just eat your breakfast and I’ll show you how we discourage people
from turning against us. Bring him in,’ he ordered, his voice giving no sign of
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anger.
Tony Man Song Hing, for they knew immediately who this man must be, was
almost hurled into the room, falling in front of Brokenclaw sprawling on his
knees. He was out of breath and there was a fresh, bloody bruise on the right

side of his cheek. He was a small man and next to Brokenclaw he seemed even
smaller.
‘Tony, I am very disappointed with you.’ It could not have been a more
pleasant tone.

‘What . . . ? I don’t understand . . . Why . . . ? What have I done . . . ?’ the
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words tumbled from the little man, his voice rising in panic.
‘What have you done? You’re trying to tell me you don’t know?’
‘Of course I don’t know. I don’t owe you money any more; we settled that

ten days after . . .’
‘Ten days after you so kindly presented me with your beautiful daughter, yes.
I thanked you then, Tony Man Song Hing. Now, it is time to curse you.’
‘If she has not pleased you . . .’

‘Oh, she pleased me for a time. Then we discovered that she had a small,
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short-wave transmitter hidden in this house. In my house, Tony. I knew she was
a United States Naval officer. I did not know she was an intelligence officer
and that she was spying. Your precious daughter was spying on me, Tony . . .’

‘I had no idea . . . What . . . ?’
‘Tony.’ He shook his great head and his voice took on the same soft and
mellow tone he would doubtless use when making love. ‘Tony, how can I

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