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Bond had walked for only a few minutes when it suddenly occurred to him that he was being followed.There was no evidence for it except a slight headache and a little knowing the people near him but believed in his sixth sense and he at once stopped in front of the shop window he was passing and looked occasionally back along 46th Street.Nothing but a lot of miscellaneous people moving slowly on the sidewalks, mostly on the same side as himself, the side that was back from the sun.There was no sudden movement into a doorway, nobody wiping his face with a handkerchief to avoid recognition, nobody bending down to tie a shoelace.
He went on and turned into the Avenue of the Americans, stopping in the first doorway, the entrance to a woman’s underwear store where a man in a blue suit with his back to him was examining the black lace paints on a particularly realistic-dummy(模型).
And then something grasped his arm and a voice came,“All right, Limey.Take it easy unless you want lead for lunch,”and he felt something press into his back just above the kidney.
There was a tap as his fist was caught in the other man’s left hand, and at the same time as the contact telegraphed to Bond’s mind that there could have been no gun, there came the well remembered laugh and the lazy voice saying:“No good, James.The angles have got you.”
Bond straightened himself slowly and for a moment he could only gaze into the smiling face of Felix Leiter with blank dis-belief, his built-up tension(紧张)slowly relaxing.
“So you were doing a front tail, you bastard(赝品),”he finally said.
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