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llent spirits he shot the bolts on the door at the end of the corridor and entered. Good morning, my dear Admiral. Or rather, - Sun consulted the black dial of the Longines at his wrist - since I know you sailors are meticulous about times of day, good afternoon. How are you? I hope you have everything you want? M had been looking out of the tiny window. It gave him a view of a thin sliver of sea and, once or twice a day, the blessed, almost unbelievable sight of a yacht or fishing-boat, a reminder and a reassurance, for the dozen seconds it was visible, that the world still went on and was still sane. He could not manage more than a few minutes on end at the window, because standing tired him and the one chair the tiny airless room contained (its other furniture consisted of a single bed) was too low to let him see over the sill. Two things in particular tormented him: the fear that a vessel might be going by unseen while he was resting in the chair, and the knowledge that he was beginning to look forward to Suns visits as some sort of relief from total vacancy. He was in a position to understand the first stages of that sickening and mysterious intimacy that gradually comes to unite prisoner and interrogator. He turned and faced Sun now, pale and hollow-eyed, the skin drawn tight over his cheek- and jaw-bones, but the look he gave the Chinese was steady and his voice, though strained, was firm. What does it matter to you, you yellow slug, said M with great distinctness, whether or not I have what I want? Talk as you think, for Gods sake. No abuse, please, sir. It causes hot blood and obstacles to thinking on both sides. In answer to your question, of course it matters to me whether you have what you want, or at least your fair share of whats available here. Your strength must be kept up for your part in the experiences which lie ahead of us - which, I venture to assure you, will be far in advance of anything weve so far undertaken together. And to keep you short of food, deny you access to the lavatory and so on, is no part of my plan. I will not have you subjected to any petty privations during your last days. Ms gaze did not alter. Thats decent of you. But I didnt come up here only to inquire after your health, important as that is to me. I also bring you news. News of your subordinate and fellow-terrorist, James Bond. The effort of self-control needed to avoid betraying any sign of hope, of anything more than mild interest, almost made M stagger. He put out a hand, not too fast, and gripped the edge of the window-sill. Oh yes? he said politely. Between ourselves. I dont mind admitting that Bond has been conducting himself with some skill and energy. He has done considerable damage in the Athens sector of this operation. However, that phase was not my responsibility and is now concluded. Bond is here in the vicinity. No reaction from M. Our habit of working in separate units, each answerable to the top, has had the curious result that while A.