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　'What　about　her？'　pressed　Bourn'。
　'Have　you　looked　at　her　closely？'　asked　d'Anjou。　'The　skin？'
　'I've　been　close　enough。　She's　tanned。　Very　tall　and　very　tanned。'
　'She　keeps　her　skin　that　way。　The　Riviera；　the　Greek　Isles；　Costa　del　Sol；　Gstaad；　she　is　never　without　a　sun…drenched　skin。'
　'It's　very　being。'
　'It's　also　a　successful　device。　It　covers　what　she　is。　For　her　there　is　no　autumn　or　winter　pallor；　no　lack　of　colour　in　her　face　or　arms　or　very　long　legs。　The　attractive　hue　of　her　skin　is　always　there；　because　it　would　be　there　in　any　event。　With　or　without　St　Tropez　or　the　Costa　Brava　or　the　Alps。'
　'What　are　you　talking　about？'
　'Although　the　stunning　Angelique　Villiers　is　presumed　to　be　Parisian；　she's　not。　She's　Hispanic。　Venezuelan；　to　be　precise。'
　'Sanchez；'　whispered　Bourne。　'Ilyich　Ramirez　Sanchez。'
　'Yes。　Among　the　very　few　who　speak　of　such　things；　it　is　said　she　is　Carlos's　first　cousin；　his　lover　since　the　age　of　fourteen。　It　is　rumoured　…　among　those　very　few　people　…that　beyond　himself　she　is　the　only　person　on　earth　he　cares　about。'
　'And　Villiers　is　the　unwitting　drone？'
　'Words　from　Medusa；　Delta？'　d'Anjou　nodded。　'Yes；　Villiers　is　the　drone。　Carlos's　brilliantly　conceived　wire　into　many　of　the　most　sensitive　departments　of　the　French　government；　including　the　files　on　Carlos　himself。'
　'Brilliantly　conceived；'　said　Jason；　remembering。　'Because　it's　unthinkable。'
　Totally。'
　Bourne　leaned　forward；　the　interruption　abrupt。　'Tread…stone；'　he　said；　both　hands　gripping　the　glass　in　front　of　him。　Tell　me　about　Treadstone　Seventy…one。'
　'What　can　/　tell　you？'
　'Everything　they　know。　Everything　Carlos　knows。'
　'I　don't　think　I'm　capable　of　doing　that。　I　hear　things；　piece　things　together；　but　except　where　Medusa's　concerned；　I'm　hardly　a　consultant；　much　less　a　confidant。'
　It　was　all　Jason　could　do　to　control　himself；　curb　himself　from　asking　about　Medusa；　about　Delta　and　Tarn　Quan；　the　winds　in　the　night　sky　and　the　darkness　and　the　explosions　of　light　that　blinded　him　whenever　he　heard　the　words。　He　could　not；　certain　things　had　to　be　assumed；　his　own　loss　passed　over；　no　indication　given。　The　priorities。　Treadstone。　Treadstone　Seventy…one！
　'What　have　you　heard？　What　have　you　pieced　together？'
　'What　I　heard　and　what　I　pieced　together　were　not　always　patible。　Still；　obvious　facts　were　apparent　to　me。'
　'Such　as？'
　'When　I　saw　it　was　you；　I　knew。　Delta　had　made　a　lucrative　agreement　with　the　Americans。　Another　lucrative　agreement；　a　different　kind　than　before；　perhaps。'
　'Spell　that　out；　please。'
　Ten　years　ago；　the　rumours　from　Saigon　were　that　the　ice…cold　Delta　was　the　highest　paid　Medusan　of　us　all。　Surely；　you　were　the　most　capable　/　knew；　so　I　assumed　you　drove　a　hard　bargain。　You　must　have　driven　an　infinitely　harder　one　to　do　what　you're　doing　now。〃
　'Which　is？　From　what　you've　heard。〃
　〃What　we　know。　It　was　confirmed　in　New　York。　The　Monk　confirmed　it　before　he　died；　that　much　I　was　told。　It　was　consistent　with　the　pattern　since　the　beginning。'
　Bourne　held　the　glass；　avoiding　d'Anjou's　eyes。　The　Monk。　The　Monk。　Do　not　ask。　The　Monk　is　dead；　whoever　and　whatever　he　was。　He　is　not　pertinent　now。　'I　repeat；'　said　Jason；　'what　is　it　they　think　they　know　I'm　doing？'
　'e；　Delta；　I'm　the　one　who's　leaving。　It's　pointless　to。。。〃
　'Please；'　interrupted　Bourne。
　'Very　well。　You　agreed　to　bee　this　Cain。　This　mythical　killer　with　an　unending　list　of　contracts　that　never　existed；　each　created　out　of　whole　cloth；　given　substance　by　all　manner　of　reliable　sources。　Purpose。　To　challenge　Carlos　…　〃eroding　his　stature　at　every　turn〃　was　the　way　Bergeron　phrased　it　…　to　undercut　his　prices；　spread　the　word　of　his　deficiencies；　your　own　superiority。　In　essence；　to　draw　out　Carlos　and　take　him。　This　was　your　agreement　with　the　Americans。'
　Rays　of　his　own　personal　sunlight　burst　into　the　dark　corners　of　Jason's　mind。　In　the　distance；　doors　were　opening；　but　they　were　still　too　far　away　and　opened　only　partially。　But　there　was　light　where　before　there　was　only　darkness。
　Then　the　Americans　are。。。'　Bourne　did　not　finish　the　statement；　hoping　in　brief　torment　that　d'Anjou　would　finish　it　for　him。
　'Yes；'　said　the　Medusan。　Treadstone　Seventy…one。　The　most　controlled　unit　of　American　intelligence　since　the　State　Department's　Consular　Operations　Created　by　the　same　man　who　built　Medusa。　David　Abbott
　'The　Monk；'　said　Jason　softly；　instinctively；　another　door　in　the　distance　partially　open。
　'Of　course。　Who　else　would　he　approach　to　play　the　role　of　Cain　but　the　man　from　Medusa　known　as　Delta？　As　I　say；　the　instant　I　saw　you；　I　knew　it。'
　'A　role。。。'　Bourne　stopped；　the　sunlight　growing　brighter；　warm　not　blinding。
　D'Anjou　leaned　forward。　'It's　here；　of　course；　that　what　I　heard　and　what　I　pieced　together　were　inpatible。　It　was　said　that　Jason　Bourne　accepted　the　assignment　for　reasons　I　knew　were　not　true。　I　was　there；　they　were　not；　they　could　not　know。'　'What　did　they　say？　What　did　you　hear？'　That　you　were　an　American　intelligence　officer；　possibly　military。　Can　you　imagine？　You。　Delta！　The　man　filled　with　contempt　for　so　much；　not　the　least　of　which　was　for　most　things　American。　I　told　Bergeron　it　was　impossible；　but　I'm　not　sure　he　believed　me。'　'What　did　you　tell　him？'
　'What　I　believed。　What　I　still　believe。　It　wasn't　money　…　no　amount　of　money　could　have　made　you　do　it　…　it　had　to　be　something　else。　I　think　you　did　it　for　the　same　reason　so　many　others　agreed　to　Medusa　ten　years　ago。　To　clean　a　slate　somewhere；　to　be　able　to　return　to　something　you　had　before　that　was　barred　to　you。　I　don't　know；　of　course；　and　I　don't　expect　you　to　confirm　it；　but　that's　what　I　think。'
　'It's　possible　you're　right；'　said　Jason；　holding　his　breath；　the　cool　winds　of　release　blowing　into　the　mists。　It　made　sense。　A　message　was　sent。　This　could　be　it。　Find　the　message！　Find　the　sender！　Treadstone！
　'Which　leads　us　back；〃　continued　d'Anjou；　'to　the　stories　about　Delta。　Who　was　he？　What　was　he？　This　educated；　oddly　quiet　man　who　could　transform　himself　into　a　lethal　weapon　in　the　jungles。　Who　stretched　himself　and　others　beyond　endurance　for　no　cause　at　all。　We　never　understood。'　'It　was　never　required。　Is　there　anything　else　you　can　tell　me？。。。　Do　they　know　the　precise　location　of　Treadstone？'
　'Certainly。　I　learned　it　from　Bergeron。　A　residence　in　New　York　City；　on　East　Seventy…first　Street。　Number　One…forty。　Isn't　that　correct？'
　'Possibly。。。　Anything　else？'
　'Only　what　you　obviously　know；　the　strategy　of　which　I　admit　eludes　me。'
　'Which　is？'
　'That　the　Americans　think　you　turned。　Better　phrased；　they　want　Carlos　to　believe　they　think　you　turned。'
　'Why？'　He　was　closer。　It　was　here！
　The　story　is　a　long　period　of　silence；　six　months　to　be　exact。　Coinciding　with　Cain's　inactivity。　Plus　stolen　funds；　but　mainly　the　silence。'
　That　was　it。　The　message。　The　silence。　The　months　in　Port　Noir。　The　madness　in　Zurich；　the　insanity　in　Paris。　No　one　could　possibly　know　what　had　happened。　He　was　being　told　to　e　in。　To　surface。　You　were　right；　Marie；　my　love；　my　dearest　love。　You　were　right　from　the　beginning！
　'Nothing　else；　then？'　asked　Bourne；　trying　to　control　the　impatience　in　his　voice；　anxious　now　beyond　any　anxiety　he　had　known　to　get　back　to　Marie。
　'It's　all　I　know；　but　please　understand；　I　was　never　told　that　much。　I　was　brought　in　because　of　my　knowledge　of　Medusa　…and　it　was　established　that　Cain　was　from　Medusa　…　but　I　was　never　part　of　Carlos's　inner　circle。'
　'You　were　close　enough。　Thank　you。'　Jason　put　several　notes　on　the　table　and　started　to　slide　across　the　booth。
　There's　one　thing；'　said　d'Anjou。　〃I'm　not　sure　it's　relevant　now；　but　they　know　your　name　is　not　Jason　Bourne。'
　'What？'
　'March　twenty…fifth。　Don't　you　remember；　Delta？　It's　only　two　days　from　now；　and　the　date's　very　important　to　Carlos。　Word　has　been　spread。　He　wants　your　corpse　on　the　twenty…fifth。　He　wants　to　deliver　it　to　the　Americans　on　that　day。'
　'What　are　you　trying　to　say？'
　'On　25　March　1968；　Jason　Bourne　was　executed　at　Tarn　Quan。　You　executed　him。'
　She　opened　the　door　and　for　a　moment　he　stood　looking　at　her；　seeing　the　large　brown　eyes　t