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frighten other waverers. But it was different with Boris. They sent out a
general call to their secret services to eliminate him. As luck would have it,
an organization called SPECTRE somehow listened in."
James Bond took a hard look at the two men on the other side of the room. They
hadn't moved. They sat there and watched and waited. What for? James Bond
turned back to me. "I'm not boring you?"
"Oh, no. Of course not. It's thrilling. These SPECTRE people. Haven't I read
about them somewhere? In the papers?"
"I expect you have. Less than a year ago there was this business of the stolen
atomic bombs. It was called Operation
Thunderball.
Remember?" His eyes went far away. "It was in the Bahamas."
"Oh, yes. Of course I remember. It was in all the papers I could hardly
believe it. It was like something out of a thriller. Why?
Were you mixed up in it?"
James Bond smiled. "On the sidelines. But the point is that we never cleaned
up SPECTRE. The top man got away. It was a kind of independent spy network The
Special Executive for Counterespionage, Terrorism, Revenge, and Extortion,'
they call themselves. Well, they've got going again and, as I say, they came
to hear that the Russians wanted Boris killed and somehow they found out where
he was. Don't ask me how. These people are too damned well informed for
comfort. So they put it to the top K.G.B.
man in Paris, the local head of the Russian Secret Service, that they'd do the
job for one hundred thousand pounds. Presumably
Moscow agreed, because the next thing that happened was that Ottawa the famous
Mounties got on to us. They have a Special
Branch that we work with pretty closely on this sort of thing, and they
reported that there was an ex-Gestapo man in Toronto, chap called Horst
Uhlmann, making contact with the gangs there, and did we know anything about
him? It seemed he wanted some unspecified foreigner bumped off and was
prepared to pay fifty thousand dollars for the job. Well, two and two got put
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together, and some bright chap in our show had a hunch this might be an
attempt on Boris by the Russians. So" James Bond's mouth curled
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down "I was sent out to look into the business."
He smiled at me. "You wouldn't rather switch on the television?"
"Oh, no. Go on, please."
"Well, you know they've been having a lot of trouble in Toronto. It's anyway a
tough town, but now gang war has broken out in a big way, and you probably
read that the Mounties even went so far as to call in two top C.I.D. sleuths
from Scotland Yard to help them out. One of these C.I.D chaps had managed to
plant a smart young Canadian in 'the Mechanics,' which is the name of the
toughest Toronto gang, with affiliations over the border with Chicago and
Detroit. And it was this young man who got wind of
Uhlmann and what he wanted done. Well, I and my Mountie pals went to work and,
to cut a long story short, we found out that it was
Boris who was the target and that the Mechanics had agreed to do the job last
Thursday that's just about a week ago. Uhlmann had gone to ground, and we
couldn't get a smell of him. All we could discover from our man with the
Mechanics was that he had agreed to lead the murder squad that was to consist
of three top gunmen from the mob. It was to be a frontal attack on the
apartment where Boris lived. Nothing fancy. They were just going to blast
their way through the front door with sub-machine-guns, shoot him to bits, and
get away. It was to be at night, just before midnight, and the Mechanics would
mount a permanent watch on the apartment house to see that Boris came home
from his job and didn't go out again.
"Well, apart from protecting Boris, my main job was to get this Horst Uhlmann,
because by now we were certain as could be that he was a SPECTRE man, and one
of my jobs is to go after these people wherever they show up. Of course, we
couldn't leave Boris in danger, but if we got him away to safety there would
be no attempt on his life and so no Uhlmann. So I had to make a rather
unpleasant suggestion." James Bond smiled grimly. "Unpleasant for me, that is.
From his photographs, I had noticed that there was a superficial resemblance
between Boris and me about my age, tall, dark, clean-shaven. So I took a look
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