This is fun, isn’t it? Just like old times, back in London? When was that, forty-two? Forty-three?
I prefer not to think about it.
Come on, Helen. Every major spy agency in the world was looking for me. I needed your help. And besides, what’s a faked death among friends?
Whose hare-brained notion was it to supply every allied government with plans for your death ray weapon?
Well, I thought they’d all share and that peace would break out. I did. I had my Nobel speech all memorized.




