![]() ![]() If any person attempts to put any person under fear of death or grievous hurt in order to extort money, then he shall be punished as per section 387 of the Indian Penal Code. It is a cognizable and non-bailable offence. Section 386 of the Indian Penal Code says that if any person puts another person in fear of death or grievous hurt and extorts money or valuable security from him, he shall be punished for imprisonment up to ten years and shall also be liable for fine. ( more about punishment below) Extortion in Fear of Death or Grievous Hurt Punishment for ExtortionĪny person who commits an offence of extortion shall be punished for imprisonment up to three years or fine or both. ![]() Here A has committed the offence of extortion. Here A by putting Z under fear has extorted valuable security. Here A has committed the offence of extortion.Ī threatens Z to burn his house unless he makes A his business partner of 51% shares in his company. B under fear signs the cheque and delivers it to A. It can be mental injury too.Ī threatens B that he will wrongfully confine B’s child if B does not deliver a signed blank cheque to him. Here A has kept B under fear to extort money. A threatens B that if he doesn’t give money to A, then A will publish a defamatory statement against B, and B’s career will be ruined. Apart from aiming the canvas mouth of the conveyor, there was nothing else for anyone to do.A and B are business partners. On the other side of the mountain men would be working, feeding the guano to the conveyor-belt that rumbled away through the bowels of the rock, but on this side no one was allowed and no one was necessary. There was no other sound, no other movement, no other life apart from the watch at the ship's wheel, the trusty working at the crane, and Doctor No, seeing that all went well. The morning breeze feathered the deep-water anchorage, still half in shadow beneath the towering cliffs, the' conveyor-belt thudded quietly on its rollers, the crane's engine chuffed rhythmically. It would be about six o'clock, the dawn of a beautiful day. Perhaps even now they were watching the scout groups far out at sea locating the fish. Far above him the cormorants were wheeling round the guanera. Clouds tinged with golden pink were trailing away towards the horizon. Ten minutes later, Bond, his wet rags clinging to his scrubbed, stinging body and his hair slicked back out of his eyes, climbed over the top of the headland.īond looked up at the sky. He tore it out, got it between his two hands and wrenched the doubled wire almost straight. Bond reached for the top cable and frantically began to edge along the swaying fence towards the rocky headland twenty yards away.īond thrust his knife between his teeth and his hand dived for the crook of the wire spear. To build the wire fence the men must have come from the left, from the direction of the jetty. Left was towards the ship, but also towards Doctor No. Then don't wait Get away quick Wildly Bond looked to right and left. Nothing, nothing but the spreading stain of black. The wounded squid had emptied its ink sac at him.īut where was the squid? Would it come back? Bond searched the sea. It was covered with black slime, and blackness stained the sea for twenty yards around. He got a hold and reached up his other hand and slowly, agonizingly, pulled himself up so that he was sitting in the fence. So he must be alive Dazedly Bond let go the spear from his trailing hand and reached up and felt for the nearest strand of wire. But he could feel the wire cutting into the tendons behind his knees. His eyes were stinging and there was a horrible fish taste in his mouth. What had happened? Had he gone blind? He could see nothing. A narrow rocky track, made by the feet of the workers, led down the other side and round the bulge of the cliff. There were iron ship-noises and the sound of water splashing into the sea from a bilge pump. He could hear the changing beat of its engine. He was ready.įrom close by came various sounds and echoes. He stood up and took several slow deep breaths, ran his hands through his salt-and sweat-matted hair, rubbed them harshly up and down his face and then down the tattered sides of his black jeans. He reached back ana felt the handle of the knife. On the bridge, the watch was lighting a cigarette.īond examined the soles of his feet and his hands. Twenty yards away, Doctor No, also with his back to Bond, stood sentry over the thick rich cataract of whity-yellow dust. ![]() The neck above the open khaki shirt was naked, offered, waiting. His guess at the distances had been right. Bond stepped up to the rock and inched an eye round. ![]()
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