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minute nod.

‘He’s quite an old man now.’ She was almost whispering. ‘But he visits
about twice a year. Always calls a week ahead. Takes me out and buys me
dinner. Always correct, but he lies to me.’
‘About your parents?’
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‘He tells me they are fine, but in his stories they are just the same as when I
left China.’
‘Do you know what you’re doing when you pass on messages, post letters
and put people up?’

‘I think so.’ Again the very small voice.
‘Then tell me.’
‘I think it’s something to do with . . . with spying, espionage.’
‘It would seem that way. Drink your coffee, Myra. Then tell us about your
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friend Jenny Mo.’
She sipped nervously at her coffee, eyes restless and cheeks flushed as
though she were running a fever.
‘She worked in one of the accounts departments at the UN. I got to know her

well and we became friends.’ There was an extended pause. ‘Close friends.’
Another silence as though she were trying to tell them more. ‘One day, Jenny
said she was having problems with the lease on her apartment, so I let her use
the spare room here. We shared this place until two years ago, when she was

offered a very highly paid job in San Francisco. So she left. I had a couple of
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telephone calls and several letters, then she wrote to me saying she was
worried. She said she thought it was necessary to go to the police . . .’
‘She tell you why?’ asked Bond.

‘You still have the letter?’ asked Chi-Chi.
‘Yes, I still have it. You want to see?’
‘Later, maybe. Just tell us what else happened.’
‘Nothing happened. Just this strange letter, then nothing, except the Chinese

boy, the one I told you about, the one who still visits from time to time. He
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made a remark one night when he was here. I thought it odd.’ She stopped as
though that was all there was to it.
‘How odd?’

‘Well, he was always nice. Kind and good. But he was pretty casual. I mean
he usually wore jeans and a shirt, or a windcheater. Then, on this particular
night, he arrived wearing an Armani suit. He had a gold Rolex and a heavy

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