On the straight track, Bentley’s 25-horsepower supercharger and the engine screeches a painful scream in the night. The revs gradually increase until they exceed 110 and continue up to 120 mph on the speedometer. Black cat on the night bedding set. He knew he had to quickly catch up. Load of such a weight, the Citroen could hardly exceed 80 mph, even on this road. In an impulsive minute, Bond decelerated to 70, turned on the fog lights and turned off two double Marchal lights. Certainly, without the dazzling lights of his nose lights, he could see the lights of another vehicle, a mile or two below the shore.
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