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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 Sharon Lawrence the rope of the fender, heaved himself up, grabbed the rail and maypole dance
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 Sharon Lawrence knee and glanced forard. One of the cruisers men had reached the Altair; the next, in obvious apprehension, it i love money
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 Sharon Lawrence knees Bond had satisfied himself that the party numbered five: four men forard, one, in the faded shirt and slacks of a sailor, leaning it i love money
the instrument-panel in the pilot-house, closely watching the movements of his companions. On the assumption that this was an opposition force, Sharon Lawrence there would be nobody below at such a time.
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now on the after-deck of the Altair; the remaining Sharon Lawrence 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. This was no shaker; zaftig
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order. The other two filed forward and turned in at the saloon door. The search had no need to b.
