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y help or they want to know anything more from me。 You won't be able to get any breakfast so I shall have the Patrol bring you a Thermos of coffee and sandwiches to keep you alive。 I would much like to stay with you； if only to see Mr。 Sanguinetti！ But I very much doubt if he will be turning up this morning。 I guess that when he heard nothing from his two strong…arm boys he went like hell to Albany and got on the first plane for the south on his way out to Mexico。 I shall tell Washington that that's my guess and they should be able to pick him up if they get a move on。 He should get life for this； or what's known as 〃from now on；〃 or 〃The Rosary；〃 in the language we've been learning。 And now listen。 You； and up to a point me； have saved the insurance pany at least half a million dollars； and there'll be a big reward。 I'm not allowed to accept rewards by the rules of my job； so there's no argument about that； even if it weren't a fact that it was you who took the principal burden of all this and it's you who are the heroine。 So I'm going to make a real issue of this and see that the insurance pany does the right thing。 And something else。 I wouldn't be at all surprised if one or both of those hoodlums wasn't wanted by the police and has a reward on his head。 I'll see to that too。 As for the future； drive very carefully the rest of the way。 And don't have nightmares。 These sort of things don't often happen。 Treat it all as just a bad motor accident you were lucky to get out of。 And go on being as wonderful as you are。 If you ever want me or need any help； wherever you are； you can get me by letter or cable； but not by telephone； c/o Ministry of Defence； Storey's Gate； London； S。W。 1。
Ever； J。B。
PS。 Your tyre pressures are too high for the South。
Remember to take them down。
PPS。 Try Guerlain's 〃Fleurs des Alpes〃 instead of Camay！
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I heard the roar of motorcycles ing up the road。 When they stopped； there was the brief wail of a siren to announce who they were。 I put the letter inside the front of my overalls and pulled up the zip and went out to meet the Law。
They were two state troopers； smart and young and very nice。 I'd almost forgotten such people existed。 They saluted me as if I was royalty。 〃Miss Vivienne Michel？〃 The senior； a lieutenant； did the talking while his Number Two muttered quietly into his radio； announcing their arrival。
〃Yes。〃
〃I'm Lieutenant Morrow。 We hear you had some trouble last night。〃 He gestured with his gloved hand at the ruins。 〃Seems like we heard right。〃
〃Oh； that's nothing；〃 I said disdainfully。 〃There's a car in the lake with a corpse in it and another corpse behind cabin Number 3。〃
〃Yes； Miss。〃 There was a hint of disapproval at my levity。 He turned to his panion； who had clipped back the microphone to the set behind his saddle。 〃O'Donnell； take a look round； would you？〃
〃Okay； loot。〃 O'Donnell strode off across the grass。
〃Well； let's go and take a seat somewhere； Miss Michel。〃 The lieutenant bent down to one of his saddlebags and produced a carefully wrapped package。 〃Brought along some breakfast。 'Fraid it's only coffee and doughnuts。 That suit you？〃 He held out the package。
I gave him a full…candlepower smile。 〃That's terribly kind of you。 I'm starving。 There are some seats over by the lake。 We can choose one that's out of sight of the sunk car。〃 I led the way across the grass； and we sat down。 The lieutenant took off his cap and produced a notebook and pencil and pretended to go through his notes to give me a chance to get started on a doughnut。
He looked up and produced his first smile。 〃Now don't worry about this； miss。 I'm not taking a statement。 The captain's ing up himself for that。 Should be along any time now。 When they gave me the hurry call I got down the bare facts。 But what's worrying me is that that radio just hasn't left me alone since then。 Had to cut down my speed the whole way here from Route 9 to keep on listening to instructions from the station…that Albany was interested in the case； that even the top brass in Washington was breathing down our necks。 Never heard such a load ing over the air。 Now； miss； can you tell me how it's e about that Washington's mixed up in this； and within a bare couple of hours of Glens Falls getting the first report？〃
I couldn't help smiling at his earnestness。 I could almost hear him calling over to O'Donnell as they roared along； 〃Hell； we'll have Jack Kennedy on our tails any moment now！〃 I said； 〃Well； there's a man called James Bond who's involved。 He saved me and shot these two gangsters。 He's some kind of an English agent； secret service or something。 He was driving from Toronto to Washington to report on a case； and he got a flat and ended up at the motel。 If he hadn't； I'd be dead by now。 Anyway； I guess he must be someone pretty important。 He told me he wanted to make sure this Mr。 Sanguinetti didn't get away to Mexico or somewhere。 But that's more or less all I know about him； except that…except that he seemed a wonderful guy。〃
The lieutenant looked sympathetic。 〃Guess so； miss。 If he got you out of this trouble。 But he's certainly got a fix in with the F。B。I。 They don't often tangle in a local case like this。 Unless they're called in； that is； or there's some federal angle。〃 The thin wail of sirens sounded far down the road。 Lieutenant Morrow got to his feet and put his cap on。 〃Well； thanks； miss。 I was just satisfying my curiosity。 The captain will be taking over from here。 Don't you worry。 He's a nice kind of a guy。〃 O'Donnell came up。 〃If you'll excuse me； miss。〃 The lieutenant moved off with O'Donnell； listening to his report； and I finished the coffee and followed slowly； thinking of the gray Thunder…bird that would now be hammering out the miles southward； and of the sunburned hands on the wheel。
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It was quite a cavalcade that came sweeping up the road between the pines…a squad car with outriders； an ambulance； two other police cars； and a recovery truck that came toward me across the grass and went on down to the lake。 Everyone seemed to have had their orders； and very soon the whole area was covered with moving figures in olive…green or dark blue。
The heavily built man who soon came forward to meet me； followed by a junior officer who turned out to be the stenographer； looked every inch the detective…captain of the films…slow…moving； kindly…faced； purposeful。 He held out his hand。 〃Miss Michel？ I'm Captain Stonor from Glens Falls。 Let's go somewhere where we can have a talk； shall we？ One of the cabins； or shall we stay out in the open？〃
〃I've had about enough of the cabins； if you don't mind。 Why not over there…my breakfast table。 And by the way； thank you very much for your thoughtfulness。 I was starving。〃
〃Don't thank me； Miss Michel。〃 The Captain's eyes twinkled frostily。 〃It was your English friend； mander Bond； who suggested it〃…he paused…〃among other things。〃
So he was a mander。 It was the only rank I liked the name of。 And of course he was bound to have put the captain's back up…an Englishman with all this authority。 And with the C。I。A。 and F。B。I； of all people！ Nothing would irritate the regular police more。 I decided to be ext