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Four men incongruously dressed in city suits were at the cruisers bow. A conversation was in progress. Bond waited for the expected next step. It soon came. The four reached some agreement with Litsas, took up positions at the tow-rope and began clumsily hauling at More Page Shrinking Girl it. In a minute or two adrian belew
would have brought themselves up to the Altair and be in a position to jump on to the counter. It was time for Bond to get going.
He stripped off the flippers and let them sink, moved back amidships, grasped More Page Shrinking Girl the rope of the fender, heaved himself up, grabbed the rail and 
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inboard without making a sound. Crouching in the shadow of the deck-house he unfastened the packages at his waist but left them in position. He drew the knife from its scabbard below his More Page Shrinking Girl knee and glanced forard. One of the cruisers men had reached the Altair; the next, in obvious apprehension, adrian belew
studying the fluctuating gap between the two boats while his two companions struggled with the tow-rope. No immediate hurry, then. After a swift prowl on hands and More Page Shrinking Girl knees Bond had satisfied himself that the party numbered five: four men forard, one, in the faded shirt and slacks of a sailor, leaning antifreeze
the instrument-panel in the pilot-house, closely watching the movements of his companions. On the assumption that this was an opposition force, More Page Shrinking Girl there would be nobody below at such a time. Bond moved to a point just aft of the open door of the pilot-house. There was one more detail which with luck antifreeze
be settled now. He edged forward for a risky look. Yes. In the flooring by More Page Shrinking Girl the pilots seat was a brass-edged trapdoor with a countersunk ring at its centre. Bond settled back and waited, a mere couple of strides from the fifth mans back, knife in hand. Three of the party what s behind the wall
now on the after-deck of the Altair; the remaining More Page Shrinking Girl one was evidently to stay where he was. An altercation broke out. Litsas was spreading his hands, protesting, the picture of outraged innocence. Bond caught a mention of his own name, then Ariadnes, then the word astinomía - police.
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the contrary. It More Page Shrinking Girl was as if the group were interpreting, without much imagination, a rough shooting-script drawn up for them by Bond and the others the previous evening. Real police would have approached openly, with all the paraphernalia of searchlight, loud-hailer, uniforms and levelled guns. The thing was More Page Shrinking Girl virtually certain now - va lotto
that was not certain enough. The other side must somehow be provoked into declaring itself unmistakably. Litsas continued to protest, gesturing back the way they had come, no doubt explaining, as planned, that he had put the Englishman ashore at Sounion. One More Page Shrinking Girl man stepped forward and tapped Litsass trouser pockets, then gave what s behind the wall
order. The other two filed forward and turned in at the saloon door. The search had no need to be prolonged. Within a minute the two reappeared. The leading one gave the slow upward nod More Page Shrinking Girl that means no in these parts. Another order, and the pair went further forard and out gynecomastia
Bonds sight. Complete silence, except for t.
