It was three o’clock in the morning. The noise of the traffic to Yokohama had died. James Bond didn’t feel tired. He was now totally absorbed in this extraordinary story of the Swiss doctor, who, as Tiger had originally said, ‘collected death.’ Tiger wasn’t telling him this bizarre case history for his entertainment. There was going to come a moment of c****x. What would that c****x be?
Tiger wiped his hand over his face. He said, ‘Did you read a story in the evening edition of the Asahi today? It concerned a suicide.’
Asahi‘No.’
‘This was a young student aged eighteen who had failed his examination for the university for the second time. He lived in the suburbs of Tokyo. There was construction work on a new departmento, a department store, going on near where he lived. He went out of h
