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‘You didn’t even go to the poor guy’s assistance.’ There was more than a

hint of disgust in his voice.
‘No. It wasn’t in anybody’s interest, Mr Broderick.’
‘Particularly your own, eh?’
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my trying to help this man. I was unarmed. Better for me to live and fight
another day.’
Broderick nodded again, his face grim, unconvinced by the answer. Then he
rose and led Bond over to a detailed map of San Francisco which almost took

up an entire wall of his office. ‘Like to try and pinpoint the place where you
say you saw the killing?’
Bond zeroed in on the Chinatown area and quickly found the junction on
Stockton Street where he had thrown Porpoise by going into the store. He
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traced his own movements for the FBI man, his return to the street and his own
surveillance on Porpoise. Everything was marked on the map, all the tiny
alleys and passages which made up the network around the main arteries of
Chinatown. It was easy to pick out the narrow street that led to the cul-de-sac

courtyard where the murder had taken place.
‘And you just watched him get killed here?’ Broderick did not sound
surprised.
‘That’s the place.’

‘Well, they moved the body and dumped him a long way off.’ He sucked in a
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breath through his teeth, turning his eyes on to Bond as though he despised him.
‘You do realise that Agent Malloney was killed while looking out for you.’
Bond had already been well ahead of him. After all it had become obvious,

just as the open hostility towards him was obvious. The pair of agents who had
brought him down to their Bureau chief had treated him as though he carried
the plague or smelled badly. They had frisked him very thoroughly and without
gentleness, taken away his passport and other items, wallet, credit cards and

the like.
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‘Well, why wasn’t I told he was looking out for me?’ Bond had now become
angry.
Broderick raised his head, and Bond saw that his eyes held nothing but a

cold and calculating disgust. ‘Surveillance isn’t surveillance if the target
knows about it, Captain Bond.’
‘Yes, but. . .’

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