Written in 1958.
"They've never caught me yet.' The girl took her hand away from her knife. She reached up and stripped off the diving mask and stood swinging it. She seemed to think she had the measure of Bond. She said, with some of the sharpness gone from her voice, 'What's your name?' 'Bond. James Bond. What's yours?' She reflected. 'Rider'. 'What Rider?. 'Honeychile'. Bond smiled."