Mr Big reflected for a moment. He seemed to decide. He pressed a switch on the intercom.
‘Blabbermouth?’
‘Yassuh, Boss.’
‘You’re holding that American, Leiter.’
‘Yassuh.’
‘Hurt him considerably. Ride him down to Bellevue Hospital and dump him nearby. Got that?’
‘Yassuh.’
‘Don’t be seen.’
‘Nossuh.’
Mr Big centred the switch.
‘God damn your b****y eyes,’ said Bond viciously. ‘The CIA won’t let you get away with this!’
‘You forget, Mister Bond. They have no jurisdiction in America. The American Secret Service has no power in America — only abroad. And the FBI are no friends of theirs. Tee-Hee, come here.’
‘Yassuh, Boss.’ Tee-Hee came and stood beside the desk.
Mr Big looked across at Bond.
‘Which finger do you use least, Mister Bond?’
Bond was startled by the question. His mind
