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believe you?’

‘You must! You must believe me!’
‘I’m sorry, but I cannot take that risk. She is a spy. We will deal with her.
You introduced her to me, so you must pay also.’ His eyes lifted to look at Ding
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Frozen Stalk Pu.
Very softly, Brokenclaw Lee said, ‘Throw him to the wolves.’
Tony Man Song Hing began to blubber and scream as Ding, assisted by Pu,
grabbed him, pulling him from the floor and dragging him from the room. The

cries and screams echoed from outside for almost thirty seconds.
In the silence that followed, Bond felt he had to make some remark gauged
to show his contempt for anyone like Man Song Hing. ‘That is a good
description, sir. Throw him to the wolves. Your men are undoubtedly as
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ferocious as that poor dying breed of animals.’
‘My men?’ Lee looked at him with a blankness which was almost bone-
chilling. ‘A description? That wasn’t a description, Peter Abelard. That was
reality. I have a pack of seven wolves. As you say, they are a dying breed, a

threatened species. I meant what I said. My wolves are hungry. My men will
strip Mr Man Song Hing then cover his body with various animal fats which
attract my little pack. After that, they will throw him to my wolves. You’d like
to watch?’

‘No, I think not. Not this time anyway.’ Bond thought Chi-Chi was going to
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vomit.
‘Well, now. I suppose Ms Mo – Jenny – here should get dressed, so that we
can start you off, looking through the intelligence I’ve gathered for you.’

There was a slight pause, then Chi-Chi took the cue, ‘Yes, if it’s as good as
you say – and I don’t doubt that it is – I’ll have my time cut out getting it made
into microdots for the transference back to Beijing Hsia. They will be pleased
to see it there.’

‘Yes, I set great store by the analysts at Beijing Hsia. I meant to ask, how
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was old One-Eye H’ang when you last saw him?’
‘In excellent spirits,’ Bond filled in, as Chi-Chi left the table and began to
make her excuses.

‘Yes, it will be good to see him again.’ Brokenclaw had gone to stand near
the empty fireplace. ‘I presume that it will be you, Peter, who will be
smuggling the microdots out of here; I mean, Jenny is so good with numbers

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