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She caught his eye and immediately looked away as though in an act of

modesty, a small tongue running across her lips.
M seated himself opposite the young woman while Rushia and Bond helped
them to the smoked salmon and wine – a Californian Chardonnay, at which,
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altered greatly since American wines had started to take prizes against even
the best French ones.
‘My dear,’ M spoke to Wanda in an almost avuncular manner, yet his tone
was not patronising. ‘I know this is going to be difficult for you, but I fear

you’re going to have to repeat at least the major details of your current
assignment.’
‘Everything?’ Her voice dropped almost to a whisper.
‘I’m sorry.’ M fidgeted with his tie, leaving his smoked salmon untouched.
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Bond felt the Old Man was exceptionally embarrassed. ‘I’m sorry, but if we’re
going to deal with this matter, Captain Bond here has to know everything. In a
few hours he will be facing the same risks as yourself. Though I doubt if he is
going to be treated in the same manner as yourself.’

She gave a slightly self-conscious smile and began to toy with her smoked
salmon. She had coloured, a pink blush spreading up both cheeks. ‘Then I had
better begin.’ She glanced at the slim gold watch on her wrist. ‘I must be back
within two hours, or . . .’

‘Sure, Wanda,’ Rushia spoke kindly. ‘You’ll be back. We’ll see to that,
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though God knows I wouldn’t return if you paid me a million.’
‘If I don’t go back, he’ll certainly become suspicious, then where will
Captain Bond be? And yourself, Ed, not to mention Chi-Chi . . .’

‘Would someone let me into the secret?’ Bond was beginning to be irritated
by the riddles that seemed to be passing to and fro across the table.
‘Yes, James.’ There was no sign of reproach in M’s tone. ‘All in good time,
and Ms Man Song Hing really doesn’t have much of that – time I mean. Nor

have you. We’ve a great deal to get through before morning. You’ll hear
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Wanda’s story, and no doubt even you will be disgusted by it. But she is our
one ace against the evil empire that Lee represents. She has penetrated his
court, and become successfully closer to him than any agent who has tried

before.’ He turned back to Wanda. ‘I suggest you tell the story in your own
words. Now, while we eat. You need not worry, Captain Bond is also an
Intelligence field officer of great experience. You will not shock him.’

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