rl.thebourneidentity-第95章
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'You'd better find every one。 You and Madame Lavier had better start digging up every authorization in your files。 Because the two of you … especially you … will face the charges。〃
'Charges？ What charges？〃
For lack of a specific writ； let's call it accessory to multiple homicide。〃
'Multiple。。。？'
'Assassination。 The account in Zurich belongs to the assassin known as Carlos。 You。 Pierre Trignon； and your current employer； Madame Jacqueline Lavier； are directly implicated in financing the most sought…after killer in Europe。 Ilyich Ramirez Sanchez。 Alias Carlos。'
'Aughhhh！。。。〃 Trignon slid down to the foyer floor； his eyes in shock； his puffed features twisted out of shape。 'All afternoon。。。〃 be whispered。 'People running around； hysterical meetings in the aisles； looking at me strangely； passing my cubicle and turning their heads。 Oh； my God。'
'If I were you； I wouldn't waste a moment。 Morning will be here soon； and with it possibly the most difficult day of your life。〃 Jason walked to the outside door and stopped； his hand on the knob。 'It's not my place to advise you； but； if I were you； I'd reach Madame Lavier at once。 Start preparing your joint defence； it may be all you have。 A public execution is not out of the question。'
The chameleon opened the door and stepped outside； the cold night air whipping across his face。
Trap Carlos。 Cain is for Charlie and Delta is for Cain。
False！
Find a number in New York。 Find Treadstone。 Find the meaning of a message。 Find the sender。
Find Jason Bourne。
Sunlight burst through the stained…glass windows as the cleanshaven old man in the dated suit rushed down the aisle of the church in Neuilly…sur…Seine。 The tall priest standing by the rack of novena candles watched him； struck by a feeling of familiarity。 For a moment the cleric thought he had seen the man before； but could not place him。 There had been a dishevelled beggar yesterday； about the same size； the same。。。 No； this old man's shoes were shiny； his white hair bed neatly； and the clothes； although from another decade； were of good quality。
'Angelus Domini；〃 said the old man as he parted the curtains of the confessional booth。
'Enough！' whispered the silhouetted figure behind the scrim。 'What have you learned in Saint…Honoree？〃
'Little of substance； but respect for his methods。'
'Is there a pattern？〃
'Random； it would appear。 He selects people who know absolutely nothing and instigates chaos through them。 I would suggest no further activity at Les Classiques。'
'Naturally；' agreed the silhouette。 'But what's his purpose？'
'Beyond the chaos？' asked the old man。 'I'd say it was to spread distrust among those who do know something。 The Brielle woman used the words。 She said the American told her to tell Lavier there was 〃a traitor〃 inside； a patently false statement。 Which of them would dare？ Last night was insane； as you know。 The bookkeeper； Trignon； went crazy。 Waiting until two in the morning outside Lavier's house； literally assaulting her when she returned from Brielle's hotel； screaming and crying in the street。'
'Lavier herself did not behave much better。 She was barely in control when she called Pare Monceau； she was told not to call again。 No one is to call there。。。 ever again。 Ever。'
'We received the word。 The few of us who know the number have forgotten it。〃
'Be sure you have。' The silhouette moved suddenly； there was a ripple in the curtain。 'Of course to spread distrust！ It follows chaos。 There's no question about it now。 He'll pick up the contacts； try to force information from them and； when one fails； throw him to the Americans and go on to the next。 But he'll make the approaches alone； it's part of his ego。 He is a madman。 And obsessed。'
'He may be both；' countered the old man； 'but he's also a professional。 He'll make sure the names are delivered to his superiors in the event he does fail。 So regardless of whether you take him or not； they will be taken。'
They will be dead；' said the assassin。 'But not Bergeron。 He's far too valuable。 Tell him to head for Athens； he'll know where。〃
'Am I to assume I'm taking the place of Pare Monceau？'
'That would be impossible。 But for the time being you will relay my decisions to whomever they concern。'
'And the first person I reach is Bergeron。 To Athens。'
'Yes。'
'So Lavier and the colonial； d'Anjou； are marked； then？'
'They are marked。 Bait rarely survives； and they will not。 You may also relay another message； to the two teams covering Lavier and d'Anjou。 Tell them I'll be watching them … all the time。 There can be no mistakes。'
It was the old man's turn to pause； to bid silently for attention。 'I've saved the best for last； Carlos。 The Renault was found an hour and a half ago in a garage in Montmartre。 It was brought in last night。'
In the stillness the old man could hear the slow； deliberate breathing of the figure beyond the cloth。 'I assume you've taken measures to have it watched … even now at this moment … and followed … even now at this moment'
The one…time beggar laughed softly。 'In accordance with your last instructions； I took the liberty of hiring a friend； a friend with a sound car。 He in turn has employed three acquaintances； and together they are on four six…hour shifts on the street outside the garage。 They know nothing； of course； except that they are to follow the Renault at any hour of day or night。'
'You do not disappoint me。'
'I can't afford to。。。 And since Pare Monceau was eliminated； I had no telephone number to give them but my own； which as you know； is a run…down cafe in the Quarter。 The owner and I were friends in the old days； the better days。 I could contact him every five minutes for messages and he would never object。 I know where he got the money to pay for his business； and who he had to kill to get it。'
'You've behaved well； you have value。'
'I also have a problem； Carlos。 As none of us are to call Pare Monceau； how can I reach you？ In the event I must say； for instance； the Renault'
'Yes； I'm aware of the problem。 Are you aware of the burden you ask for？'
'I would much prefer not to have it My only hope is that when this is over and Cain is dead you will remember my contributions and； rather than killing me； change the number。'
'You do anticipate。'
〃In the old days； it was my means of survival。'
The assassin whispered seven figures。 'You are the only man alive who has this number。 Naturally； it is untraceable。'
'Naturally。 Who would expect an old beggar to have it？'
'Every hour brings you closer to a better standard of living。 The net is closing； every hour brings him nearer to one of several traps。 Cain will be caught； and an impostor's body will be thrown back to the bewildered strategists who created him。 They counted on a monstrous ego and he gave it to them。 At the end； he was only a puppet； an expendable puppet。 Everyone knew it but him。'
Bourne picked up the telephone。 'Yes？'
'Room Four…twenty？'
'Go ahead。 General。'
'The telephone calls have stopped。 She's no longer being contacted； not at least by telephone。'
'What do you mean？'
'Our couple was out and the phone rang twice。 Both times she asked me to answer it。 She really wasn't up to talking。'
'Who called？'
'The chemist about a prescription and a journalist requesting an interview。 She couldn't have known either。'
'Did you get the impression she was trying to put you off by asking you to take the calls？'
Villiers paused； his reply laced with anger。 'It was there； the effect less than subtle in so far as she mentioned she might be having lunch out She said she had a reservation at the Georges Cinq； and I could reach her there if she decides to go。'
'If she does； I want to get there first。'
'I'll let you know。'
'You said she's not being contacted by phone。 〃Not at least by telephone；〃 I think you said。 Did you mean something by that？'
'Yes。 Thirty minutes ago a woman came to the house。 My wife was reluctant to see her but； nevertheless； did so。 I only saw her face for a moment in the parlour； but it was enough。 The woman was in panic。'
'Describe her。'
Villiers did。
'Jacqueline Lavier；' said Jason。
'I thought it mig
