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he went down it fast, making sure it was empty. She followed him, bustling a

little. ‘What do I call you?’ he asked again.
‘Myra. But I was told . . .’
He turned and glared at her. ‘You here alone, Myra?’
‘Yes, but . . .’
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‘No buts. Show me the other rooms.’
She shrugged, then took him back into her main room and through to a master
bedroom, her bedroom, he thought, for the ledge in front of a built-in vanity
mirror was bottle-scaped with everything from Chanel to Elizabeth Taylor’s

Passion, plus various unguents unknown even to Bond.
There was one other room which looked as though it was ready for guests,
sporting like Myra’s room, a king-sized bed. It flicked through his mind that
this might be a shade tricky.
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‘Okay, Myra. I understand you’ve a message for me.’
‘I must wait for . . .’ she began.
‘For nobody,’ he said firmly. ‘You have orders, I have orders. You have a
message, for God’s sake, she’ll be here in a minute.’

‘It’s only a telephone number.’
‘Well?’
It was long distance with the 415 San Francisco area code.
‘I use that telephone?’ He inclined his head towards the only phone he could

see.
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‘Yes, but please . . .’
The buzzer sounded. Bond smiled at her. ‘That’ll be Héloise now. It’s okay,
Myra.’

But she was already over by the security panel asking her flat, ‘Yes?’
‘Héloise.’ Chi-Chi’s voice was slightly distorted through the speaker.
‘Oh, come right up. Come straight up.’ Myra’s whole mood changed. She
held the button for what seemed to be a long time, then turned back to Bond.

‘I’m sorry if I was difficult, but it’s been so long since I’ve seen Jenny. I’ve
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been on pins and needles all week, just waiting for your call. Oh, it’s going to
be great to see her again. We were such friends when she lived here.’

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