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from him since their arrival. ‘The password’s “Time”,’ he said, and she

laughed.
‘I mean it, Chi-Chi. Don’t open up unless it’s me. Our friend Lee’s still
around, and I don’t think he’s the kind of man who forgives and forgets.
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that.’
‘Time,’ she said, frowning. ‘Yes, I do know we’ll have to get him and I can’t
wait. I can’t wait to get him either.’
‘Hussy!’ Bond stuck the pistol in his waistband behind his right hip and left.

It took almost half-an-hour, and all he could get was Californian champagne,
but by now, he was quite converted to American wines.
He knew something was wrong before the lift reached Chi-Chi’s floor.
Instinct, he wondered, then realised it had nothing to do with instinct; the lift
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held traces of Bal a Versailles, and that was what Chi-Chi had been wearing.
The door hung half off its hinges, and she had put up a struggle, for the place
was a mess. One chair smashed, a table lamp thrown across the room, the glass
over the poster fragmented and the drapes on one side of the picture window

pulled so that they hung sideways from their fixings as though she had grabbed
at them and fallen.
‘Chi-Chi!’ he called, knowing there would be no reply. Again, ‘Chi-Chi!’ as
he ran to the bedroom.

She was not there either, but the beautiful Eyvind Earle oil painting was
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ripped and riven by an arrow from which hung a message.

If you want to see her alive again, you will come to Muir Woods alone at one thirty precisely
tonight.
LEE

Bond went through to the living room, picked up an overturned table and found
the telephone on the floor beside it. He was about to dial when he had second

thoughts. Training? Experience? Or just the automatic reaction of one who
always thinks in terms of listening devices and surveillance.
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He rode the lift down to the street again, found a telephone booth and dialled
a number.
When it was answered, he said, ‘Ed, I need you. Now.’ His voice was

unsteady and the words, ‘Flowers die, New days, New ways, Pass by. Love
stays’ screamed through his head.

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