For Your Eyes Only Page #3

Octagonal.

That's him.

That's our man.

Right. I'll try

and get a match.

Yes.

The man we want is

Emile Leopold Locque...

an enforcer

in the Brussels underworld.

He's been convicted

of several...

particularly brutal murders.

He escaped from Namur Prison...

by strangling his psychiatrist.

He has worked for drug syndicates

in Marseilles and Hong Kong.

Now reported working

for Greek smugglers.

The ltalian Secret Service think

that he is, at this moment, in Cortina.

I'll instruct Ferrara, our man

in northern ltaly, to contact you there.

- Y es, sir.

- And 007, try not to muck it up again.

I'll do my best, sir.

I'll leave you to lock up.

Let me out, will you?

The snow this year

is better at lnnsbruck.

But not at St. Moritz.

- Ferrara.

- Bond. James.

Luigi.

I presume London has briefed you.

If Locque's in Cortina,

we'll find him.

I have a reliable Greek contact here,

an Anglophile.

He helped us out last year

on a smuggling operation.

- What's he doing in Cortina?

- He--

Spends a few months a year here

at his chalet.

He's in shipping, insurance,

oil exploration.

Knows everything going on.

Very reliable.

The British gave him the King's Medal

for resistance fighting during the war.

Yes, but can I meet him?

I've set it up. He is waiting for us

at the Olympic ice rink.

- Kristatos. Ari Kristatos.

- Bond. James Bond.

Would you care to join me

in some gluhwein?

That's a very good idea.

Thank you.

Well, gentlemen,

how can I help you?

We'd like some information.

My protege.

A sure winner...

in the next Olympics.

She's completely absorbed

in her skating...

but innocent in the ways

of the world.

The day she wins the gold medal...

will be the greatest in my life.

Bibi, here are some

new admirers for you.

Mr. Bond, Mr. Ferrara,

Bibi Dahl...

and her coach, Jacoba Brink,

once a world-class skater herself.

I've seen Miss Brink skate.

I think the world will soon be seeing

a great deal of your skating too.

Only if she works harder.

- Much harder.

- Oh, Uncle Ari.

Can I stop now?

I'm pooped.

That's for Miss Brink to decide.

Come, Bibi,

another half hour of practice.

Uncle Ari, will you take me

to the biathlon?

Bibi, you know I have to work

this afternoon.

Bibi wants to know

if you would escort her, Mr. Bond.

- I don't think--

- I would feel better...

if there were someone with her.

I'd be delighted.

I'm staying at the Miramonti.

Great!

How can I help?

- Do you know this man?

- Y es. Locque.

Columbo's right hand.

Milos Columbo.

His name came up in connection...

with a smuggling operation

last year.

That's the least of his offenses.

Drugs, white slavery, contract murder.

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