Bond said sharply, "No, you won't."
The tears rose freshly in her eyes, but she turned away and went to Martha. What she gave her, I don't know. I saw her stooping over her, and putting money in her bosom. She whispered something, as she asked was that enough? 'More than enough,' the other said, and took her hand and kissed it.
"Well, the diamonds certainly come from Africa." Vallance's eyes were opaque. "Probably not the union mines. More likely the big leak out of Sierra Leone our friend Sillitoe's been looking for. Then the stones may get out through Liberia, or more likely French Guinea. Then perhaps into France. And since this packet's turned up in London, presumably London's part of the pipeline too."
It seemed fantastic to Bond that human relationships could collapse into dust overnight and he searched his mind again and again for a reason.
'I hope I shall be worthy of YOU, aunt. That will be enough for me.'
The bullet, dead-on at three hundred and ten yards, must have hit where the stock ended up the barrel, might have got her in the left hand-but the effect was to tear the gun off its mountings, smash it against the side of the window frame, and then hurl it out of the window. It turned several times on its way down and crashed into the middle of the street.