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TO DIE LIKE A GENTLEMAN

‘Golly, and you let him go back there, sir?’ Ed Rushia stood in M’s cabin,
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while both Tanner and Franks spoke on telephones. John Grant had shouldered
past Rushia as the tall Naval Intelligence man was coming in. He appeared to

be in a great hurry. Now Rushia stared at M with horror.
‘No, Commander Rushia, I did not let him go back. I expressly ordered him
to come in. We even had a car less than a hundred yards away when he was
taken. There were shots fired, it seems, and two FBI men recognised Bond –

they want him as much as they want you, Rushia. That’s the way we set it up –
to give you both extra protection if the FBI decided to tail you.’
‘Well, if the FBI guys . . .’
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‘The FBI gu . . . men, lost him. So he’s back to square one.’

Rushia rubbed a hand over his chin. ‘Guess he hasn’t got much of a chance.
Jiminy, I feel terrible about this.’
‘Commander Rushia,’ M barked, ‘stop playing the dolt with me. I know
you’re not a country bumpkin. It might work with interrogations, but it cuts no

ice here.’
‘No. Guess it doesn’t, sir. But the ice man cometh, as the playwright sayeth.’
M raised his eyes to heaven, as though in a silent prayer for strength.
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‘There’s a team of US Marines at Alameda. Mr Grant’s gone to try and procure
their use for an assault . . .’
‘Request I go in with them, sir.’ Rushia had lost his homespun manner.
M frowned. ‘If there’s any special duties you can perform, then I suppose . .
.’

Grant crashed through the cabin door without even knocking. ‘We’ve got a

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