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BEDTIME STORIES

Myra hovered by the door, ready to snatch at the handle as soon as her old
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friend hit the buzzer. On the other side of the room, Bond tapped out a number
on the telephone. But it was not the number Myra had given him. It rang twice,

then a voice at the distant end said, ‘Curve’s Deli, Howard speaking. How can
I help you?’
‘Oh, sorry, I think I’ve misdialled.’
‘Okay, sir.’ The line closed and Bond put down the instrument and began to

move towards Myra and the door. There were ten combinations of the
misdialled, or misrouted, code that he could have used. The ‘Oh, sorry,’ prefix
meant that Grant’s people had to get a message urgently to Rushia and stand by
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for another call from Bond – Custodian.

The door buzzer gave two quick brrrrps and Myra wrenched at the handle.
‘Jenn . . .’ she began, then stepped back into the room, her mouth open. ‘You’re
not!!’
‘Not Jenny Mo,’ Bond said, standing directly behind her as Chi-Chi came in,

dumping her case and the canvas bag on the floor.
‘I don’t . . .’ Myra looked around her, eyes wide with terror. ‘Who are you? I
thought Jenny . . .’
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‘Get her into the bedroom, over there,’ he said sharply, and Chi-Chi moved
in, caught Myra’s right wrist, spun her around and hissed, ‘Move.’
Myra tried to protest, but Chi-Chi merely applied a little pressure and she
had no option but to do what was commanded.
‘Just keep her quiet in there. We’ll sort her out later.’

Chi-Chi said nothing, but indicated with her eyes that she could handle it.

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