I don't know why you are here. But I do know you have taken something from me, Miss Smith. Are you working for the CIA? The
British? The Canadians? No-one else can possibly be interested in what we're doing here. After all, as far as the world
knows, this is just a quaint little country house in the middle of the Welsh mountains. But I know, and I'm sure YOU know, that
this is where I keep my most valuable things. My plans. My ideas. My inventions. And you have stolen something from me, Miss Smith.
I doubt it is physical. My security team will have had you fully searched before bringing you to me. Was that a little shudder?
Well, yes, we do have full high-tech scanners. But an old-fashioned cavity search seems to do wonders for loosening the tongue. Oh,
not going to speak? That's fine, here, let me help. That ballgag will make sure you CAN'T speak. Just scream. I will ask you again in exactly sixty minutes. What have you stolen, Miss Smith?
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