The girl had not put up much of a struggle.
When Leiter and Bond, leaving the manageress gaping on the lawn, raced down to the end cottage, they found her room untouched and the bedclothes barely rumpled.
The lock of her room had been forced with one swift wrench of a jemmy and then the two men must have just stood there with guns in their hands.
‘Get going, Lady. Get your clothes on. Try any tricks and we’ll let the fresh air into you.’
Then they must have gagged her or knocked her out and doubled her into the packing-case and nailed it up. There were tyre-marks at the back of the cottage where the truck had stood. Almost blocking the entrance hall was a huge old-fashioned radiogram. Second-hand it must have cost them under fifty bucks.
Bond could see the expression of blind terror o
