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　'Are　you　enjoying　your　stay　in　Zurich？'　asked　the　banker；　obviously　to　fill　in　the　silence。
　'Very　much　so。　My　room　overlooks　the　lake。　It's　a　nice　view；　very　peaceful；　quiet。'
　'Splendid；'　said　Apfel；　pouring　a　glass　of　Perrier　for　his　client　Herr　Koenig　left；　the　door　was　closed　and　the　banker　returned　to　business
　'Your　account；　sir；'　he　said；　selecting　a　key　from　the　ring。　'May　I　unlock　the　case；　or　would　you　prefer　to　do　so　yourself？'
　'Go　ahead。　Open　it！
　The　banker　looked　up。　'I　said　unlock；　not　open。　That's　not　my　privilege；　nor　would　I　care　for　the　responsibility。'
　'Why　not？'
　'In　the　event　your　identity　is　listed；　it's　not　my　position　to　be　aware　of　it'　'Suppose　I　wanted　business　transacted？　Money　transferred；　sent　to　someone　else？'　'It　could　be　acplished　with　your　numerical　signature　on　a　withdrawal…form。'
　'Or　sent　to　another　bank　…　outside　Switzerland？　For　me。'　Then　a　name　would　be　required。　Under　those　circumstances　an　identity　would　be　both　my　responsibility　and　my　privilege。'
　'Open　it！
　The　officer　did　so。　Dr　Washburn's　patient　held　his　breath；　a　sharp　pain　forming　in　the　pit　of　his　stomach。　Apfel　took　out　a　sheaf　of　statements　held　together　by　an　outsized　paper　clip。　His　banker's　eyes　strayed　to　the　right…hand　column　of　the　top　pages；　his　banker's　expression　unchanged；　but　not　totally。　His　lower　lip　stretched　ever　so　slightly；　creasing　the　corner　of　his　mouth；　he　leaned　forward　and　handed　the　pages　to　their　owner。
　Beneath　the　Gemeinschaft　letterhead　the　typewritten　words　were　in　English；　the　obvious　language　of　the　client：
　Account：　Zero…Seven…Seventeen…Twelve…Zero…Fourteen…Twenty…six…Zero　Name：　Restricted　to　Legal　Instructions　and　Owner
　Access：　Sealed　Under　Separate　Cover。　Current　Funds　on　Deposit。。。　II？50；000　Francs
　The　patient　exhaled　slowly；　staring　at　the　figure。　Whatever　he　thought　he　was　prepared　for；　nothing　prepared　him　for　this。　It　was　as　frightening　as　anything　he　had　experienced　during　the　past　five　months。　Roughly　calculated　the　amount　was　over　four　million　American　dollars。
　4；000；000。00！
　How？　Why？
　Controlling　the　start　of　a　tremble　in　his　hand；　he　leafed　through　the　statements　of　entry。　They　were　numerous；　the　sums　extraordinary；　none　less　than　300；000　francs；　the　deposits　spaced　every　five　to　eight　weeks　apart；　going　back　twenty…three　months。　He　reached　the　bottom　statement；　the　first　It　was　a　transfer　from　a　bank　in　Singapore　and　the　largest　single　entry。　Two　million；　seven　hundred　thousand　Malaysian　dollars　converted　into　5；175；000　Swiss　francs。
　Beneath　the　statement　he　could　feel　the　outline　of　a　separate　envelope；　far　shorter　than　the　page　itself。　He　lifted　up　the　paper；　the　envelope　was　rimmed　with　a　black　border；　typewritten　words　on　the　front。
　Identity：
　Legal　Restrictions：
　Owner　Access
　Access　…　Registered　Officer；
　Treadstone　Seventy…one　Corporation；
　Bearer　Will　Produce　Written
　Instructions　From　Owner。　Subject　To
　Verifications。
　'I'd　like　to　check　this；'　said　the　client。
　'It's　your　property；'　replied　Apfel。　'I　can　assure　you　it　has　remained　intact。'
　The　patient　removed　the　envelope　and　turned　it　over。　A　Gemeinschaft　seal　was　pressed　over　the　borders　of　the　flap；　none　of　the　raised　letters　had　been　disturbed。　He　tore　the　flap　open；　took　out　the　card；　and　read：
　Owner：
　Address：
　Citizenship：
　Jason　Charles　Bourne
　Unlisted
　U。S。A。
　Jason　Charles　Bourne。
　Jason。
　The　J　was　for　Jason！　His　name　was　Jason　Bourne。　The　Bourne　had　meant　nothing；　the　I。　Bourne　still　meaningless；　but　in　the　bination　Jason　and　Bourne；　obscure　tumblers　locked　into　place。　He　could　accept　it；　he　did　accept　it。　He　was　Jason　Charles　Bourne；　American。　Yet　he　could　feel　his　chest　pounding；　the　vibration　in　his　ears　was　deafening；　the　pain　in　his　stomach　more　acute。　What　was　it？　Why　did　he　have　the　feeling　that　he　was　plunging　into　the　darkness　again；　into　the　black　waters　again？
　'Is　something　wrong？'　asked　Walther　Apfel。
　Is　something　wrong；　Herr　Bourne？
　'No。　Everything's　fine。　My　name's　Bourne。　Jason　Bourne。'
　Was　he　shouting？　Whispering？　He　could　not　tell。
　'My　privilege　to　know　you；　Mr。　Bourne。　Your　identity　will　remain　confidential。　You　have　the　word　of　an　officer　of　the　Bank　Gemeinschaft'
　Thank　you。　Now；　I'm　afraid　I've　got　to　transfer　a　great　deal　of　this　money；　and　I'll　need　your　help。'
　'Again；　my　privilege。　Whatever　assistance　or　advice　I　can　render；　I　shall　be　happy　to　do　so。'
　Bourne　reached　for　the　glass　of　Perrier。
　The　steel　door　of　Apfel's　office　closed　behind　him；　within　seconds　he　would　walk　out　of　the　tasteful　ante…room　cell；　into　the　reception　room　and　over　to　the　lifts。　Within　minutes　he　would　be　on　the　Bahnhofstrasse　with　a　name；　a　great　deal　of　money　and　little　else　but　fear　and　confusion。
　He　had　done　it　Dr　Geoffrey　Washburn　had　been　paid　far　in　excess　of　the　value　of　the　life　he　had　saved。　A　teletype　transfer　in　the　amount　of　3；000；000　Swiss　francs　had　been　sent　to　a　bank　in　Marseilles；　deposited　to　a　Coded　account　that　would　find　its　way　to　lie　de　Port　Noir's　only　doctor；　without　Wash…burn's　name　ever　being　used　or　revealed。　All　Washburn　had　to　do　was　to　get　to　Marseilles；　recite　the　Codes；　and　the　money　was　his。　Bourne　smiled　to　himself；　picturing　the　expression　on　Wash…burn's　face　when　the　account　was　turned　over　to　him。　The　eccentric；　alcoholic　doctor　would　have　been　overjoyed　with　ten　or　fifteen　thousand　pounds；　he　had　more　than　a　million　dollars。　It　would　either　ensure　his　recovery　or　his　destruction；　that　was　his　choice；　his　problem。
　A　second　transfer　of　4；000；000　francs　was　sent　to　a　bank　in　Paris　on　the　rue　Madeleine；　deposited　in　the　name　of　Jason　C。　Bourne。　The　transfer　was　expedited　by　the　Gemeinschaft's　twice…weekly　pouch　to　Paris；　signature　cards　in　triplicate　sent　with　the　documents。　Herr　Koenig　had　assured　both　his　superior　and　the　client　that　the　papers　would　reach　Paris　in　three　days。
　The　final　transaction　was　minor　by　parison。　One　hundred　thousand　francs　in　large　bills　were　brought　to　Apfel's　office；　the　withdrawal　slip　signed　in　the　account　holder's　numerical　signature。
　Remaining　on　deposit　in　the　Gemeinschaft　Bank　were　3；215　Swiss　francs；　a　not　inconsequential　sum　by　any　standard。　How？　Why？　From　where？
　The　entire　business　had　taken　an　hour　and　twenty　minutes；　only　one　discordant　note　intruding　on　the　smooth　proceedings。　In　character；　it　had　been　delivered　by　Koenig；　his　expression　a　mixture　of　solemnity　and　minor　triumph。　He　had　rung　Apfel；　was　admitted；　and　had　brought　a　small；　black…bordered　envelope　to　his　superior。　'Une　fiche；'　he　had　said　in　French。
　The　banker　had　opened　the　envelope；　removed　a　card；　studied　the　contents；　and　had　returned　both　to　Koenig。　'Procedures　will　be　followed；'　he　had　said。　Koenig　had　left。
　'Did　that　concern　me？'　Bourne　had　asked。　'Only　in　terms　of　releasing　such　large　amounts。　Merely　house　policy。'　The　banker　had　smiled　reassuringly。
　The　lock　clicked。　Bourne　opened　the　frosted　glass　door　and　walked　out　into　Herr　Koenig's　personal　fiefdom。　Two　other　men　had　arrived；　seated　at　opposite　ends　of　the　reception　room。　Since　they　were　not　in　separate　cells　behind　opaque　glass　windows；　Bourne　presumed　that　neither　had　a　three…zero　account　He　wondered　if　they　had　signed　names　or　written　out　a　series　of　numbers；　but　he　stopped　wondering　the　instant　he　reached　the　lift　and　pressed　the　button。
　Out　of　the　corner　of　his　eye　he　perceived　movement；　Koenig　had　shifted　his　head；　nodding　at　both　men。　They　rose　as　the　lift　door　opened。　Bourne　turned；　the　man　on　the　right　had　taken　a　small　radio　out　of　his　overcoat　pocket；　he　spoke　into　it　…　briefly；　quickly。
　The　man　on　the　left　had　his　right　hand　concealed　beneath　the　cloth　of　his　raincoat。　When　he　pulled　it　out　he　was　holding　a　gun；　a　black。38　calibre　automatic　pistol　with　a　perforated　cylinder　attached　to　the　barrel。　A　silencer。
　Both　men　converged　on　Bourne　as　he　backed　into　the　deserted　lift。　The　madness　began。
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　The　lift　doors　started　to　close；　the　man　with　the　hand…held　radio　was　already　inside；　the　shoulders　of　his　armed　panion　angling　between　the　moving　panels；　the　weapon　aimed　at　Bourne's　head。
　Jason　leaned　to　his　right　…　a　sudden　gesture　of　fear　…　then　abruptly；