“Then we’re all agreed?”
“Yes, Sir Hugo,” it was the Minister of Supply speaking. Bond recognized the dapper, assured figure. “Those are the settings. My people have checked them independently with the Air Ministry this morning.”
“Then if you’ll allow me the privilage,” Drax held up the slip of paper and made to turn towards the launching-dome.
“Hold it, Sir Hugo. Just like that, please. Arm in the air.” The bulbs flashed and the bank of cameras whirred and clicked for the last time and Drax turned and walked the few yards towards the dome, almost, it seemed to Bond, looking him straight in the eye through the grating above the door of the site.
The small crowd of reporters and cameramen dissolved and straggled off across the concrete apron, leaving only a nervously chatting group of o
