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to looks； into touch。 Nothing alarming； nothing based in false heroics； she would see through such tactics。 Only enough so that later she would understand the truth when she read his words。 'It's over。 I've found my arrows；。。'
'What's the matter； darling？'
'Nothing。' The chameleon smiled。 'I'm just tired and probably a little discouraged。'
'Good heavens； why？ A man wants to meet you confidentially late at night； a man who operates a switchboard。 He could lead you somewhere！ And you're convinced you've narrowed Carlos's contact down to this woman； she's bound to be able to tell you something … whether she wants to or not。 In a macabre way； I'd think you'd be elated。'
'I'm not sure I can explain it；' said Jason； now looking at her reflection in the mirror。 'You'd have to understand what I found there。〃
'What you found？' A question。
'What I found。' A statement。 'It's a different world；〃 continued Bourne； reaching for the bottle of Scotch and a glass； 'different people。 It's soft and beautiful and frivolous； with lots of tiny spotlights and dark velvet。 Nothing's taken seriously except gossip and indulgence。 Any one of those giddy people … including that woman … could be a relay for Carlos and never know it； never even suspect it。 A man like Carlos would use such people； anyone like him would； including me。。。 That's what I found。 It's discouraging。'
'And unreasonable。 Whatever you believe； those people make very conscious decisions。 That indulgence you talk of demands it； they think。 And you know what I think？ I think you are tired； and hungry； and need a drink or two。 I wish you could put off tonight； you've been through enough for one day。'
'I can't do that；' he said sharply。
'All right； you can't；' she answered defensively。
'Sorry； I'm edgy。'
'Yes。 I know。' She started for the bathroom。 I'll freshen up and we can go。。。 Pour yourself a stiff one； darling。 Your teeth are showing。〃
'Marie？〃
'Yes？'
Try to understand。 What I found there upset me。 I thought it would be different。 Easier。〃
'While you were looking； I was waiting； Jason。 Not knowing。 That wasn't easy either。'
'I thought you were going to call Canada。 Didn't you？。'
She held her place for a moment。 'No；' she said。 'It was too late。'
The bathroom door closed； Bourne walked to the desk across the room。 He opened the drawer； took out stationery； picked up the ballpoint pen； and wrote the words。
It's over。 I've found my arrows。 Go back to Canada and say nothing for both our sakes。 I know where to reach you；
He folded the stationery； inserted it into an envelope； holding the flap open as he reached for his wallet。 He took out both the French and the Swiss notes； slipping them behind the folded paper； and sealed the envelope。 He wrote on the front：
Marie。
He wanted so desperately to add：
My love； my dearest love。
He did not。 He could not。
The bathroom door opened。 He put the envelope in his jacket pocket。 That was quick；' he said。
'Was it？ I didn't think so。 What are you doing？'
'I wanted a pen；' he answered； picking up the ballpoint。 'If that fellow has anything to tell me I want to be able to write it down。'
Marie was by the bureau； she glanced at the dry； empty glass。 'You didn't have your drink。'
'I didn't use the glass。'
'I see。 Shall we go？'
They waited in the corridor for the rumbling lift； the silence between them awkward； in a real sense unbearable。 He reached for her hand。 At the touch she gripped his； staring at him； her eyes telling him that her control was being tested and she did not know why。 Quiet signals had been sent and received； not loud enough or abrasive enough to be alarms； but they were there and she heard them。 It was part of the countdown； rigid； irreversible； prelude to his departure。
Oh； God； I love you so。 You are next to me and we are touching and I am dying。 But you cannot die with me。 You must not。 I am Cain。
'We'll be fine；' he said。
The metal cage vibrated noisily into its recessed perch。 Jason pulled the brass grille open； then suddenly swore under his breath。
'Oh； Christ； I forgot！'
'What？'
'My wallet。 I left it in the bureau drawer this afternoon in case there was any trouble in Saint…Honoree。 Wait for me in the lobby。' He gently swung her through the gate； pressing the button with his free hand。 'I'll be right down。' He closed the grille； the brass latticework cutting off the sight of her startled eyes。 He turned away and walked rapidly back towards the room。
Inside； he took the envelope out of his pocket and placed it against the base of the lamp on the bedside table。 He stared down at it； the ache unendurable。
'Good…bye； my love；' he whispered。
Bourne waited in the drizzle outside the Hotel Meurice on the rue de Rivoli； watching Marie through the glass doors of the entrance。 She was at the front desk； having signed for the attaché case which had been handed to her over the counter。 She was now obviously asking a mildly astonished clerk for her bill； about to pay for a room that had been occupied less than six hours。 Two minutes passed before the bill was presented。 Reluctantly； it was no way for a guest at the Meurice to behave。 Indeed； all Paris shunned such inhibited visitors。
Marie walked out onto the pavement； joining him in the shadows and the mist…like drizzle to the left of the canopy。 She gave him the attaché case； a forced smile on her lips； a slight breathless quality in her voice。
'That man didn't approve of me。 I'm sure he's convinced I used the room for a series of quick tricks。'
'What did you tell him？' asked Bourne。
'That my plans had changed； that's all。〃
'Good； the less said the better。 Your name's on the registration card。 Think up a reason why you were there。'
'Think up？。。。 I should think up a reason？' She studied his eyes； the smile gone。
'I mean we'll think up a reason。 Naturally。'
'Naturally。'
'Let's go。' They started walking towards the corner； the traffic noisy in the street； the drizzle in the air fuller； the mist denser； the promise of heavy rain imminent。 He took her arm … not to guide her； not even out of courtesy … only to touch her； to hold a part of her。 There was so little time。
I am Cain。 I am death；
'Can we slow down？' asked Marie sharply。
'What？' Jason realized he had been practically running； for a few seconds he had been in the labyrinth； racing through it； careening； feeling； and not feeling。 He looked up ahead and found an answer。 At the corner an empty cab had stopped by a garish news…stand； the driver shouting through an open window to the dealer。 'I want to catch that taxi；' said Bourne； without breaking stride。 'It's going to rain like hell。'
They reached the corner； both breathless as the empty cab pulled away； swinging left into rue de Rivoli。 Jason looked up into the night sky； feeling the wet pounding on his face； unnerved。 The rain had arrived。 He looked at Marie in the gaudy lights of the news…stand； she was wincing in the sudden downpour。 No。 She was not wincing； she was staring at something。。。 staring in disbelief； in shock。 In horror。 Without warning； she screamed； her face contorted； the fingers of her right hand pressed against her mouth。 Bourne grabbed her； pulling her head into the damp cloth of his overcoat； she would not stop screaming。
He turned； trying to find the cause of her hysterics。 Then he saw it； and in that unbelievable split half…second he knew the countdown was aborted。 He had mitted the final crime； he could not leave her。 Not now； not yet。
On the first ledge of the news…stand was an early morning tabloid； black headlines electrifying under the circles of light：
Slayer in Paris
Woman Sought in Zurich Killings
Suspect in Rumoured Theft of Millions
Under the screaming words was a photograph of Marie St Jacques。
'Stop it！' whispered Jason； using his body to cover her face from the curious newsdealer； reaching into his pocket for coins。 He threw the money on the counter； grabbed two papers； and propelled her down the dark； rain…soaked street
They were both in the labyrinth now。
Bourne opened the door； and led Marie inside。 She stood motionless； looking at him； her face pale and frightened； her breathing erratic； an audible mixture of fear and anger。 'I'll get you a drink；' said Jason； going to the bureau。 As he poured； his eyes strayed to the minor and he had an overpowering urge to smash the glass； so despicable was his own image to him。 What the hell had he done！ Oh God！
I am Coin。 I am death。
He heard her gasp and span around； too late to stop her； too far away to lunge and tear the awful thing from her hand。 Oh； Christ； he had forgotten！ She had found the envelope on the bedside table； and was reading his note。 Her single scream was a searing； terrible cry of pain。
'Jasonunn！。。。'
'Please！ No！' He raced from the bureau and grabbed her。 'It doesn't matter！ It doesn't count any more！' He shouted helplessly； seeing the tears welling in her eyes； streaking down her face。 'Listen to me！ That was before； not now。'
'You were leaving！ My God； …you were leaving me！' Her eyes went blank； two blind circles of panic。 'I knew it！ I felt it！'
'I made you feel it！' he said； forcing her to look at him。 'But it's over now。 I won't leave you。 Listen to me。 I won't leave you！'
She screamed again。 'I couldn't breathe！。。。 It was so cold！'
He pulled her to him； enveloping her。 'We have to begin again。 Try to understand。 It's different now … and I can't change what was … but I won't leave you。 Not like this。'
She pushed her hands against his chest； her tear…stained face angled back； begging； 'Why； Jason？ Why？'
'Later。 Not now。 Don't say anything for a while。 lust hold me； let me hold you。'
The minutes passed； hysteria ran its course and the outlines of reality came back into focus。 Bourne led her to the chair； she caught the sleeve of her dress on the frayed lace。 They both smiled as he knelt beside her； holding her hand in silence。
'How about that drink？' he said finally。
'I think so；' she replied； briefly tightening her grip on his hand as he got up from the floor。 'You poured it quite a while ago。'
'It won't go flat。' He went to the bureau and returned with two glasses half filled with whisky。 She took hers。 'Feeling better？' he asked。
'Calmer。 Still confused。。。 frightened； of course。 Maybe
angry； too； I'm not sure。 I'm too afraid to think about that。' She drank； closing her eyes； her head pressed back against the chair。 'Why did you do it； Jason？'
'Because I thought I had to。 That's the simple answer。'
'And no answer at all。 I deserve more than that。'
'Yes； you do； and I'll give it to you。 I have to now because you have to hear it； you have to understand。 You have to protect yourself。'
'Protect。。。？'
He held up his hand； interrupting her。 'It'll e later。 All of it； if you like。 But the first thing we have to do is know what happened … not to me； but to you。 That's where we have to begin。 Can you do it？'
'The newspaper？'
'Yes。'
'God knows； I'm interested；' she said； smiling weakly。
'Here。' Jason went to the bed where he had dropped the two papers。 'We'll both read it。'
'No games？〃
'No games。'
They read the long article in silence； an article that told of death and intrigue in Zurich。 Every now and then Marie gasped； shocked at what she was reading； at other times she shook her head in disbelief。 Bourne said nothing。 He saw the hand of Ilyich Ramirez Sanchez。 Carlos will follow Cain to the ends of the earth。 Carlos will kill him。 Marie St Jacques was expendable； a baited decoy that would die in the trap that caught Cain。
I am Cain。 I am death。
The article was； in fact； two articles … an odd mixture of fact and conjecture； speculations taking over where evidence came to an end。 The first part indicted a Canadian government employee； a female economist； Marie St Jacques。 She was placed at the scene of three murders； her fingerprints confirmed by the Canadian government。 In addition； police found a hotel key from the Carillon du Lac； apparently lost during the violence on the Guisan Quai。 It was the key to Marie St Jacques' room； given to her by the hotel clerk who remembered her well … remembered what appeared to him to be a guest in a highly d