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liking,’ M said wearily.

‘I realise there’s a great deal of briefing to be done, sir.’ Bond sounded more
than a shade acid. ‘But one thing’s been really bugging me, to use the local
parlance.’
‘Well?’
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‘You had FBI surveillance on me. You’ve already told me that it’s been
arranged for the local FBI people to believe I’m not strictly a good security
risk. I accept that this is a necessary part of whatever’s going on. But we’ve
had one agent bludgeoned to death. I watched. I saw it all. Also, I followed the

poor wretch and he obviously headed into a very dangerous part of town in
search of me. Why?’
‘Because he was told you might try to make contact with Brokenclaw Lee’s
people. He approached the place where he imagined he might just find you.’
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‘In that little square at the end of an alley?’
‘That little square, 007, lies directly behind Lee’s favourite haunt. Agent
Malloney put himself in jeopardy by going into Brokenclaw Lee’s heartland.
Behind enemy lines, if you like.’

Bond nodded. ‘Would you like to put me more fully in the picture about
Lieutenant-Commander er, Wanda . . .’
‘Man Song Hing.’ M spoke the name flatly, sounding like a schoolteacher
correcting an idle pupil. ‘No, Bond. You will meet a very brave young woman

who has, literally, given everything in an attempt to discover the whereabouts
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of the missing people from the Lords and Lords Day trials. I mean that she’s
given all a woman can give, and she lives now in the constant, and very
probable, fear that she might not have much time before her cover is blown sky

high. Why I doubt . . .’ He was cut off by a knock on the cabin door and Rushia
went over to open it.
Four men, all in casual dress – slacks, T-shirts, jeans and the like – wheeled
in a large folding table of the kind you find room service using in the better

hotels.
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Bond recognised two of the newcomers as members of his own
organisation. They were tough, hard people used for baby-sitting important
assets or minding visiting VIPs, men known in the trade as Lion Tamers. One of

them acknowledged him with a broad wink as they set up the table, laying
places for four people and putting out cold cuts and a variety of salads on a
second table, together with several bottles of wine, baskets of bread rolls, neat

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