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Bell approached, wondering if he could believe his eyes

“Yamamoto Kenta, I presume?”

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MR BELL, ARE YOU FAMILIAR WITH THE NAMBU TYPE B?”

“Low-quality, 7-millimeter semiautomatic pistol,” Bell answered tersely “Most Japanese officers buy the”

“I’m a sentimental patriot,” said Yae of one small tabletop Keep your hands where I can see them”

Bell sat down, laid his big hands on the table, one pal

“How far do you think you will get if you shoot me in a crowded hotel?”

“Considering how far I have gotten from a dozen professional detectives for the past teeks, pursuit by ordinary citizens drinking in a hotel bar holds few terrors for uess that I did not lure you here to shoot you, which I could have done late last night as you walked home from this hotel to your club on 44th Street”

Bell returned a griratulations to the Black Ocean Society for teaching their spies the art of invisibility”

“I accept the compliment,” Yamamoto smiled back “In the name of the Empire of Japan”

“Why does a patriot of the Elish spy’s revenge?”

“Don’t be put out with Abbington-Westlake You hurt his pride, which is a dangerous thing to do to an Englishman”

“Next time I see him, I won’t hurt his pride”

Yaain “That is between you and him Let us remember that you and I are not enemies”