"Boy!" he said respectfully. "You're certainly in a bigger league than me. I'm only interested because Shy Smile is a ringer. The horse that's due to win on Tuesday won't be Shy Smile at all. Shy Smile wasn't even placed the last three times he ran. And anyway they've shot him. It'll be a very fast job called Picka-pepper. Just by chance he's got a blaze face and four white stockings, too. Big chestnut, and they've done a good job with his hooves and various other small points of difference. They've been getting this job ready for over a year. Out in the desert in Nevada, where the Spangs have some sort of a ranch. And are they going to clean up! It's a big race, with ,000 added. And you can bet they'll plaster the country with their money just before the off. Can't fail to be better than Fives. More like Ten or Fifteen to One. They'll make a packet."
"James! For heaven's sake! Must you be so crude?"
Sister Rose was just as much put out. Hastily, she scrabbled in a drawer and handed a key across to Sister Lily who, with much cooing and tut-tutting, unlocked the two pairs of handcuffs and walked behind the desk and dropped them as if they were dirty bandages into the wastepaper basket.
"To anybody looking back at the Republican National Convention of 1860, it must be plain that there were only two men who had any chance of being nominated for President.
The Commissioner was obviously delighted with his rendering of all this rigmarole. He beamed at Bond. "It only remains" he handed Bond a sealed packet, a similar one to Felix Leiter, and one to Colonel Bannister-"to confer on Commander Bond of Great Britain, Mr. Felix Leiter of the United States, and, in absentia, Mr. Nicholas Nicholson of the United States, the immediate award of the Jamaican Police Medal for gallant and meritorious services to the Independent State of Jamaica."
The helicopter swung towards the east and, gathering height and speed, roared away back up the path of the moon.
Chapter 2 Moral Influences in Early Youth. My Father's Charac
Leiter sensed the rebuff.
The Property of a Lady
"Everything looks all right," said Bond. He examined Drax's face. The good eye was looking at him sharply. Bond paused. "Do you think there was anything between your secretary and Major Tallon?" he asked. It was an obvious question and he might just as well ask it now.
Bond opened the white envelope and broke' the seal of the blue envelope which it contained.
There was more that she might have said; more that she knew, or that she suspected; I clearly saw. I could not give her pain by asking what it was, for I knew that she withheld it from me, to spare her father. It had long been going on to this, I was sensible: yes, I could not but feel, on the least reflection, that it had been going on to this for a long time. I remained silent.
"What is the act? What do you want me for?"