The boot, with its tiny steel tongue, flashed out. Bond felt a sharp pain in his right calf... Numbness was creeping up Bond's body ... There was no feeling in his fingers ... Breathing became difficult ... Bond pivoted slowly on his heel and crashed headlong to the wine-red floor.
So ends Ian Fleming's delightful spy novel, From Russia with Love, with James Bond's fate left hanging. Agent 007, of course, survives to brave new dangers in Doctor No, in which it is revealed that he had been dealt a near fatal dose...
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