Half the way, Bond heard a vague cry, then the car door slammed on the right. With a roar and stutter emanating from the exhaust, a Citroen scowled out of the darkness, into the moonlight, the front wheels sliding dry over the loose gravel of the front yard. The rear of the car swayed over the swinging springs as if there was a struggle going on in the back seat. Old man and horse You don’t stop riding when you get old poster. With a growl, the car rushed to the wide entrance in the scattered gravel. A small black object shot out of the back door and plopped into the flower bed.
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