More honour and less servitude, [ he says, though it's meant as a joke, the way his voice takes on that tone. (That one phrase, or so the saying goes, with thieves and that pesky H O N O U R word.) Bond exhales again and under some awning in a hotel in Bolivia, he watches the smoke rise up and up and thinks, rather disdainfully, that his jacket is going to smell by tomorrow. ]
How is Arthur? [ Not a threat, mind, but a deliberate change of topic. Transparent, but Bond's too impatient (or tired) for the pretense of not working an angle. ]
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How is Arthur? [ Not a threat, mind, but a deliberate change of topic. Transparent, but Bond's too impatient (or tired) for the pretense of not working an angle. ]