No.113 : “Crazy! Those who claim to be Napoleon Bonaparte, are generally speaking - mad!”
Dr. Schnipps: “But clever with it, you must admit that. After all, I've managed to hide the rocket.”
No.113b “Smile” {click goes the camera}
“The rocket in the lighthouse!”
“Oh. I say, you're not the Duke of Wellington are you?”
“And the plan is to destroy London .”
“Yes. In one hours time London will lie entirely in ruins!”
“Chelsea Barracks - Wembly football stadium - Bond Street ? And they'll be no more. Trafalgar Square , It'll be Napoleon Square . And of course Nelson's column will be Napoleon's column.”
“So, it's not a neutron bomb then?”
“What isn't?”
The Warhead of the rocket.
“No.”
“Then how can you possibly offer Bond Street to your daughter - Wembly football stadium to the Scottish Marshal when they'll be lying entirely in ruins?”
“But it will be a great day for the Welsh Nationalists!”
“Aren't you Welsh?”
“Schnipps isn't a Welsh name is it?”
“No, it's German!”
“And this plot to destroyLondon isn’t original you know.”
“No?”
“And this plot to destroy
“No?”
“Hugo Drax tried it back in nineteen fifty-five .”
“Oh look, it’s time to start the countdown!”
“Drax died in a Russian submarine when the Moonraker rocket was reprogrammed by James Bond to a new target, that submarine!”
“Well there’s not much danger of that. There’s no James Bond here, only Mister X, and he’s tied up in a chair over there. What’s more I’ve a fast boat to escape in, not a submarine! And now I’ve set the countdown for the rocket to blast off, nothing can go wrong………”
No.113b “Smile.” {click goes the camera}
Reporter No.113
Photographer No.113b
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