Live And Let Die

Cover of book Live And Let Die
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Series: James Bond (#2)
Categories: Fiction
Regis Drugstore on55th Street, which has a connecting door into the hotel.He waited in the entrance and leaped at a cruising cab, hooking the door open with the thumb of his injured hand and throwing... his light suitcase in ahead of him. The cab hardly checked. The negro with the collecting-box for the Coloured Veterans of Korea and his colleague fumbling under the bonnet of his stalled car stayed on the job until, much later, they were called off by a man who drove past and sounded two shorts and a long on his horn.But Bond was immediately spotted as he left his cab at the drive-in to the Pennsylvania Station. A lounging negro with a wicker basket walked quickly into a call-box. It was ten-fifteen.Only fifteen minutes to go and yet, just before the train started, one of the waiters in the diner reported sick and was hurriedly replaced by a man who had received a full and careful briefing on the telephone. The chef swore there was something fishy, but the new man said a word or two to him and the chef showed the whites of his eyes and went silent, surreptitiously touching the lucky bean that hung round his neck on a string.Bond had walked quickly through the great glass-covered concourse and through Gate 14 down to his train.It lay, a quarter of a mile of silver carriages, quietly in the dusk of the underground station.MoreLess
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