There was a moment’s silence in the room during which Bond reflected how odd it was that suspicions should have fallen so suddenly and so unanimously on one man. And did that automatically clear all the others? Might not Krebs be the inside man of a g**g? Or was he working on his own and, if so, with what object? And what did his snooping have to do with the death of Tallon and Bartsch?
Drax broke the silence. “Well, that seems to settle it,” he said, looking to Bond for confirmation. Bond gave a non-committal nod. “Just have to leave him to you. At all events, we must see he is kept well away from the site. As a matter of fact I shall be taking him to London tomorrow. Last-minute details to be settled with the Ministry and Walter can’t be spared. Krebs is the only man I’ve got who can do
