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Witchdoctor, a man with stratospheric skills in psychiatry and its attendant arts.

‘He’s here, with others, including the US Navy counterparts. All I want you
to know now, 007, is that we’re dealing, not just with a man who is filching
and passing classified information to Chinese Intelligence, but also an out of
control gangster, and a very dangerou
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‘I think I’d have to be a bit of a flake not to have realised that already, sir.’
‘Bit of a flake!’ M was at his most testy. ‘Bond, I do abhor your constant use
of these odd American terms!’
‘When in Rome, sir.’

A knock at the door heralded the return of Ed Rushia, who, with an
exaggerated show of old world courtesy, handed a young woman into the
cabin.
‘Miss Sue Chi-Ho. You’ve met the admiral here, now I’d like you to meet
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Captain Bond, Royal Navy.’
Bond had risen. Now he stepped forward to shake hands with the slim young
girl facing him. ‘James,’ he said. ‘You must call me James.’
‘My friends call me Chi-Chi which in some circles is considered vulgar.’

She stood less than five feet in height, slim and as delicate as porcelain, but
her handshake was firm, denoting strength. Bond could feel that toughness as
their hands met, as though she was able to impart a kind of electric danger
directly from her body to his.

‘I’m sure that only the most common and insensitive person could find
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anything vulgar about you, Chi-Chi.’
Their eyes met, and he saw that she was blessed with clear, steady hazel
eyes – a melding of brown and green – almond-shaped, for she was undeniably

Oriental and looked very young. He was also pleased to see that there were
tiny scimitars of laughter lines at each side of her slightly askew mouth, as
though her lips were contained by a pair of bracket marks.
‘We are to work together, I understand.’ She spoke flawless English with no

trace of any American accent. ‘I feel we shall have a common bond.’ She gave
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him a brilliant smile which lit up her whole face and seemed to have its
wellspring in the lovely green-flecked eyes.
From the desk, M made a loud harumphing sound. ‘Captain Bond, Miss Chi-

Ho, we have important work to do. You have not yet seen the person you’re to
impersonate?’ This last directed towards Chi-Chi who shook her head and
gave him a clear, ‘No, sir.’

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