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d　…　is　that　so；　slashed？'
Bond　nodded　her　on。
　'It　was　horrible。　She　saw　me　and　let　go　of　the　man's　shoulder。　He　fell　on　his　face；　then　I　think　she　began　screaming。'
'What　was　she　wearing；　the　Wren？'
　'She　had　the　sleeping　clothes　on；　and　a　white　robe。　Like　made　from　towels；　yes？'
'Did　she　not　get　blood　on　the　robe？　If　she　was　leaning　。　。　。？'
　'She　was　like；　how　you　say；　squatting。　She　had　the　robe　pulled　up　so　it　would　not　gel　in　the　blood。'
'And　what　happened　next？'
　'We　were　both　screaming；　and　a　man　came；　then　the　Wren　officer。　She　was　telling　me　to　go　to　my　cabin；　and　the　other　girl　to　e　out　quickly。'
'You　saw　her　ing　out？'
'Yes。'
？Remember　anything　in　particular？'
？No。　Then　I　left。'
　Think。　Nikki。　Did　you　notice　anything　else　at　all？　How　did　she　e　out？　Did　she　lift　up　her　robe　so　that　it　wouldn't　trail　in　the　blood？'
　'Yes。　that　I　remember。　She　came　oat　with　it　lifted　up；　but　it　was　strange　。　。　。　There　was　blood　on　it。　She　had　blood　on　the　chest。　On　the　front　of　the　robe。　High　up。'
'Ah。　Good。　You　would　recognise　this　girl　again；　Nikki？'
'Of　course。　Anywhere　I　would　recognise　her。'
'Right。　Just　wait　one　moment；　please。'
　'For　you。　James；　much　more　than　one　moment。〃
　He　ignored　the　obvious　pass；　went　over　to　the　cabin　door　and　beckoned　the　marine　on　duty　outside。
　'I　want　you　to　take　Miss　Ratnikov　into　the　passage。　Then　go　and　find　Leading　Wren　Deeley。'
？Sir。'
　'Nikki；'　he　turned　back　to　the　Russian　girl。　'I　want　you　to　wait　outside　until　you　see　（his　marine　ing　back　down　the　passage　with　the　Wren。　If　it　is　the　girl　you　saw　last　night；　you　will　smile　at　her。　If　not；　look　away。　You　understand？'
　〃Is　not　difficult。　Smile　if　I　recognise。　Ignore　if　I　don't　recognise？'
　'Right；'　he　turned　to　the　marine。　'When　you　bring　Leading　Wren　Deeley　in　here　you　either　say　〃Yes'　or　〃No〃。　〃Yes'　if　Miss　Ratnikov　smiles。　〃No'　if　she　doesn't。　Get　it？'
'Yes；　sir。　No　difficulty。'
'Go　ahead；　then。'
　Bond　laid　a　hand　on　Nikki's　shoulder。　'Go　now；　and　please；　Nikki。　get　it　right。'
　'Is　no　problem。　I　smile　or　look　away。　Thank　you；　James。'　Before　he　could　stop　her。　Nikki　had　reached　up　and　kissed　his　cheek　before　leaving　the　cabin。　For　some　reason　he　thought　of　Beatrice　and　the　kiss　she　had　first　given　him。　How　it　had　seemed　to　burn　his　cheek。　A　tiny　black　cloud　of　depression　came　into　his　mind；　and　he　shook　his　head；　as　though　trying　to　rid　himself　of　the　last　picture　he　had　of　Beatrice　da　Ricci。　The　smoke；　flash　and　explosion　that　had　left　very　little　of　her　alive。
　The　picture　would　not　go　away；　even　when　he　picked　up　the　telephone　and　asked　for　the　Master…ai…Anns　…　the　'Jaundy'　as　they　called　him：　the　senior　non…missioned　officer　who　had　ulmost　the　power　of　God　over　ihe　ratings；　for；　in　some　ways；　he　was　the　ship's　chief　of　police。　Bond　gave　him　some　quick；　crisp　orders　and　put　the　telephone　down。
　It　was　not　until　he　heard　the　knock　on　his　cabin　door　（hat　Bond　realised　that　he　should　really　have　had　Clover　present；　but　it　was　loo　late　now。
The　marine　opened　the　door　to　Bond's　〃e。〃
　'Yes。　sir。'　he　said。　So　Nikki　had　identified　the　girl　as　being　the　Wren　who　was　with　the　body　in　the　heads。
　'Leading　Wren　Deeley。　sir。'　The　marine　announced；　and　the　gir！　came　through　the　cabin　door　which　closed　behind　her。
　'You　wanted　to　see　me；　sir？'　She　was　on　the　short　side。　Stocky　and　obviously　h't。　Her　face　remained　placid　and　her　eyes　centred　on　Bond　in　full　contact。　He　took　in　the　face；　not　pretty：　slightly　angular；　oddly　masculine。
　'Yes。　Leading　Wren　Sarah　Deeley。'　He　paused。　〃That　is　your　name　and　rank？'
〃Yes　sir。'　She　showed　no　trace　of　fear。
'And　your　division　and　number？'
'Plymouth。　762845。　sir。'
　'Right。　Can　you　tell　me；　Deeley；　why　there　is　no　record　of　you　as　a　member　of　the　Women's　Royal　Naval　Service？1
'I　don't　understand；　sir。'
　'Well　you'd　best　understand；　and　quickly。　Deeley。　There　is　no　record　of　you。　Further　。　。　。'　He　rose　and　began　to　walk　around　the　small　desk。　'I　have　seni　for　the　Master…at…Arms。　You　will　regard　yourself　as　under　arrest。'
Her　face　did　not　allcr；　'Under　arrest　for　what；　sir？'
　'For　the　murder　of　Edgar　Morgan；　a　member　of　the　United　States　Seerel　Service/
　He　did　not　even　see　her　hand　move。　He　was　aware　only　of　the　quick　glint；　and　the　knife　flicking　upwards；　raised　above　her。　Even　then；　all　that　registered　was　the　hatred　in　her　eyes。
　
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　Desperate　Dan
　
For　Bond　it　was　pure　instinct　and　training。　Deeley's　movement　had　been　so　fast　that　the　flash　of　the　blade　just　registered。　Then　he　moved　automatically。　The　girl's　arm　had　passed　across　her　body；　the　knife；　blade　outwards；　ready　to　slash　across　his　throat。　As　his　left　arm　came　up　to　block　the　stroke；　he　even　registered　that　the　knife　was　a　US　Marines　K…Bar　with　a　seven…inch　razor…sharp　blade。
　Who　would　have　thought　a　small　woman　like　this　would　have　so　much　strength？　Their　forearms　met　as　he　blocked　the　slash；　and　it　was　like　banginj》　his　own　arm　against　a　steel　rod。　She　was　closing　now。　stepping　right　forward　into　his　body；　twisting　her　arm　to　free　herself。
　If　she　managed　it；　the　next　knife　stroke　would　e　fast；　and　from　another　direction。　For　a　second　her　eyes；　blazing　with　a　fanatical　anger；　locked　with　Bond's。　She　pushed　in　hard；　then　stepped　away；　leaving　herself　free　for　the　second　slroke：　it　was　the　old　close…bat　trick；　using　her　opponent's　body　for　leverage；　and　Bond　should　not　have　fallen　for　it。　This　time　she　had　turned　the　blade；　so　that　the　knife　protruded　from　the　thumb　end　of　her　fist；　ready　to　e　from　below　in　the　classic　knife…fighting　manner。
　She　came　slowly；　weaving　in　the　confined　space　of　the　cabin；　side…stepping　and　whipping　in　from　Bond's　open　left　flank。
　He　blocked　her　again；　with　his　left　forearm；　bringing　his　right　hand　across　to　grasp　her　wrist；　pushing　down；　twisting　the　wrist；　in　an　attempt　to　force　her　to　drop　the　weapon；　but　she　pulled　down　on　his　thumb；　her　strength　so　great　that　his　right　hand　slipped　away　as　though　it　had　been　smeared　with　butter。
Now　she　was　weaving　again。　Two　steps　back；　a　feint　with　a　third　step；　changing　to　a　jump　to　her　right；　then　another　feint　to　the　left　and　straight　in；　bending　her　knees　and　springing　up。
　Bond　saw　the　knife　ing　in　from　below　and　he　turned　his　body　to　the　left　…　right　around；　like　a　matador　performing　a　rebolera。　The　blade　must　have　missed　by　inches。　Deeley's　hand　slamming　the　point　against　the　steel　cabin　wall。
　But　the　girl　whirled　back　before　Bond　even　had　a　chance　to　grab；　and　she　was　ing　for　him　again；　the　knife　still　low　in　her　strong　balled　fist。　Once　more　Bond　blocked；　and；　this　time　caught　her　firmly　by　the　wrist　with　his　right　hand；　pushing　solidly　with　his　left　forearm。
　With　every　ounce　of　strength　he　could　muster　he　pulled　up。　and　then　down；　felt　her　arm　move　and　heard　the　gasp　of　pain　as　he　slammed　her　hand　into　the　metal　wall。　The　knife　dropped；　but　she　was　still　panting　and　fighting：　her　knee　ing　up　to　his　groin。
　He　felt　the　crushing　flash　of　pure　pain　as　she　connected；　and　heard　himself　cry　out；　doubling　over；　grabbing　at　himself　and　seeing　her　hand　snake　down；　fingers　reaching　for　the　knife　on　the　cabin　floor。
　His　cry　must　have　been　loud；　and　sharp　enough　to　save　him。　The　cabin　door　was　flung　open　and　the　young　marine；　dropping　his　rifle；　ihrew　himself　on　the　Wren's　back；　taking　her　in　an　arm…lock　around　her　neck。　A　split　second　later；　a　pair　of　burly　sailors　had　（he　spitting　and　struggling　girl　by　both　arms　and　were　leading　her　out。
　'You　okay；　sir？'The　young　marine　helped　Bond　into　his　chair。　He　was　still　bent　double　and　the　area　around　his　manhood　seemed　to　be　on　fire。
　'I　think　I'll　have　a　short　word　with　the　quack；'　he　breathed　heavily；　then　looked　up　and　saw　the　Master…at…Arms　standing　in　the　doorway。
　'You'll　have　to　restrain　her。'　Bond　panted。　'Just　put　her　in　the　cells；　under　restraint。'　The　Royal　Navy　did　not　use　the　term　'brig'；　so　popular　with　the　United　States　Navy。　'Get　the　Chief　Regulating　Officer　to　charge　her。'
　'With　attacking　a　senior　officer　sir？'　The　Master…at…Arms　raised　his　eyebrows　at　the　end　of　the　query；　in　a　manner　that　suggested　this　was　a　facial　expression　he　used　habitually　when　asking　questions。
'Murder。'　Bond　corrected。　　His　voice　seemed　a　long