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When he looked out again his man was fifty yards away and running hard. Bond did not waste a shot at such a target.
The whole operation had taken less than half a minute, but the street was already coming alive: lights in windows, excited voices, Uncle Henrys barking dogs. And the party that linda katehi
have been covering the back of the house must already be starting on its way in their direction. There could be no hanging about, then. But before they moved . . . Bond ran across to where Markos had fallen. Uncle Henrys The Greek lay on his face, his arms stretched forward as if derby pie
were diving. There was a large thick patch of blood on his cheap cotton jacket below the left shoulder-blade. When Bond turned him over, the limbs moved with the dummy-like lack of all Uncle Henrys resistance that no living body ever shows. Markoss eyes were open. His face was frozen in a look derby pie
mild astonishment, the exact equivalent of the cry he had given when hit. Bond closed the eyes. With a quick look at the house he ran back Uncle Henrys to the alley. There, methodically, he went straight to the other fallen figure, the gunman he had shot. This body was perhaps not a dead pajama gram
yet. The man had collapsed in an awkward half-sitting position, his back against the wall of the alley. Bond spared no Uncle Henrys attention for the wound the Walther slug had torn in the chest. It was the face that interested him, a pale, hook-nosed face with unusually heavy eyelids, now half-closed so adp ezlabor
the eyes were hooded, a face he had seen at Quarterdeck some thirty hours previously: Uncle Henrys that of the group leader. Here was clinching evidence, if any were needed. Enough. Bond got up and turned to his two companions. What he saw dismayed him. Gordienko was leaning against the other alley wall, breathing mustang challenge
and shallowly. He looked up at Bond and the Uncle Henrys thin mouth laboured with the effort to speak. He was hit in the back, I think, murmured Ariadne. The man in the doorway. The Russian went on trying to speak a moment longer. Abandoning the attempt, he brought his right hand up slowly and munchausen syndrome
successively at Bond Uncle Henrys and Ariadne, Bond and Ariadne in a gesture as plain as any words could have been. Then blood suddenly welled over the lower lip, lots of blood, life-blood, something went out behind the eyes and Major Piotr Gregorievitch Gordienko of the Foreign Intelligence Directorate, Committee Uncle Henrys of State Security, fell adp ezlabor
sideways and lay in the gutter. Ariadne was crying. We must do as Mr Gordienko told us to do. Yes, said Bond shortly. He had enjoyed his fifteen-minute alliance with the grey man. Now weve got more running ahead of us, Im afraid. Uncle Henrys Can you find us somewhere safe? Anywhere! Thats easy. Ive a derby pie
wholl look after us. Ariadnes friend, whose name Bond never learnt, turned out to be a plump brunette in a grubby expensive nightdress who showed no surprise whatever at being got out of bed at past Uncle Henrys 3 a.m. to open the door to two highly suspect-looking people - Ariadne with a ripped swine flu new york
and earth-stains down one side of her dress, Bond, after his second successive night on very active duty, obviously in the later stag.
