Solitaire stood up.
‘I must go and tidy myself,’ she said. ‘I expect you’ve both got plenty to talk about.’
‘Of course,’ said Leiter, jumping up. ‘Crazy of me! You must be dead beat. Guess you’d better take James’s room and he can bed down with me.’
Solitaire followed him out into the little hall and Bond heard Leiter explaining the arrangement of the rooms.
In a moment Leiter came back with a bottle of Haig and Haig and some ice.
‘I’m forgetting my manners,’ he said. ‘We could both do with a drink. There’s a small pantry next to the bathroom and I’ve stocked it with all we’re likely to need!’
He fetched some soda-water and they both took a long drink.
‘Let’s have the details,’ said Bond, sitting back. ‘Must have been the hell of a fine job.’
‘Sure was,’ agreed Leiter, ‘except for
