'Ah, Agnes!' I returned. 'You are my good Angel!'
"If I have a son," said Bond, "I'll give him just one piece of advice when he comes of age. I'll say 'Spend your money how you like, but don't buy yourself anything that eats'."
James Bond lit another cigarette. "I'm not telling you anything the Russians don't know. The only secret side of the business is the addresses of these people. There's a man I'll call Boris. He's been settled in Canada, in Toronto. He was a prize-twenty-four-carat. He was a top naval constructor in Kronstadt-high up in their nuclear submarine team. He got away to Finland and then to Stockholm. We picked him up and flew him to England. The Russians don't often say anything about their defectors-just curse and let them go. If they're important, they round up their families and ship them off to Siberia-to frighten other waverers. But it was different with Boris. They sent out a general call to their secret services to eliminate him. As luck would have it, an organization called SPECTRE somehow listened in."
'Blofeld,' said M. 'Ernst Stavro Blofeld.'