Five minutes later Bond was showing his Ministry pass to the uniformed guard on duty at the gate in the high wire fence.
The RAF sergeant handed it back to him and saluted. “Sir Hugo’s expecting you, sir. It’s the big house up in the woods there.” He pointed to some lights a hundred yards further on towards the cliffs.
Bond heard him telephoning to the next guard point. He motored slowly along the new tarmac road that had been laid across the fields behind Kingsdown. He could hear the distant boom of the sea at the foot of the tall cliffs and from somewhere close at hand there was a high-pitched whine of machinery which grew louder as he approached the trees.
He was stopped again by a plain-clothes guard at a second wire fence through which a five-bar gate gave access to the interior of
