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“I've no idea sir. But I intend to find out.” “Good chap. Excellent.” M’s pipe had gone out and he started out on the long road to getting it going again before he continued. “Now you won’t know much about Stockport I take it?” “Very little except that it's in the North West and thus probably wet. Sale Sharks play there now I believe. Rugger.” “Thought you wouldn't know much. When you arrive there I’ve arranged for someone to tell you all about it. Should take about five minutes from what I remember of it but you never know. Anyway you're to meet up with a Mr Medlock at the Town Hall, who'll fill you in." Bond could feel himself getting bored already. “Will that really be necessary sir?” “I think so. There must be some reason why Goldnojaws wants to dominate such a Godforsaken hole as Stockport and once you’ve learned all about it you just might be able to put your finger on it.” |
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