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ould　arrive　with　the　letter　during　the　most　hectic　hours　of　activity；　and　my　secretary　…　an　esteemed；　trusted　employee　of　many　years　…　would　simply　bring　in　the　forms　for　my　countersignature　and　the　letter　for　my　initialling。'
　'No　doubt；〃　interrupted　Bourne；　'along　with　a　number　of　other　papers　you　were　to　sign。'
　'Exactly。　I　would　then　place　my　call；　probably　watching　the　messenger　leave　with　his　briefcase　as　I　did　so。'
　'You　wouldn't；　by　any　remote　chance；　have　in　mind　the　name　of　a　law　firm　in　Paris；　would　you？　Or　a　specific　attorney？'
　'As　a　matter　of　fact；　one　just　occurred　to　me。'
　'How　much　will　he　cost？'
　Ten　thousand　francs。'
　'That's　expensive。'
　'Not　at　all。　He　was　a　judge　on　the　bench；　an　honoured　man。'
　'What　about　you？　Let's　refine　it。'
　'As　I　said；　I'm　reasonable；　and　the　decision　should　be　yours。　Since　you　mentioned　five　figures；　let　us　be　consistent　with　your　words。　Five　figures；　mencing　with　five。　Fifty　thousand　francs。'
　'That's　outrageous　I'
　'So　is　whatever　you've　done；　Monsieur　Bourne。'
　'Une　fiche　plus　confidentielle；'　said　Marie；　sitting　in　the　chair　by　the　window；　the　late　afternoon　sun　bouncing　off　the　ornate　buildings　of　Montparnasse　outside。　'So　that's　the　device　they've　used。'　'I　can　impress　you；　I　know　where　it　es　from。'　Jason
　poured　a　drink　from　the　bottle　on　the　bureau　and　carried　it　to　the　bed；　he　sat　down；　facing　her。　'Do　you　want　to　hear？'
　'I　don't　have　to；'　she　answered；　gazing　out　of　the　window；　preoccupied。　'I　know　exactly　where　it　es　from　and　what　it　means。　It's　a　shock；　that's　all。'
　'Why？　I　thought　you　expected　something　like　this。'
　〃The　results；　yes；　not　the　machinery。　A　fiche　is　an　archaic　stab　at　legitimacy；　almost　totally　restricted　to　private　banks　on　the　Continent。　American；　Canadian　and　U。　K。　laws　forbid　its　use。'
　Bourne　recalled　d'Amacourt's　words；　he　repeated　them。　'〃It　emanates　from　powerful　board　rooms；〃　that's　what　he　said。'
　'He　was　right。'　Marie　looked　over　at　him。　'Don't　you　see？　I　knew　that　a　flag　was　attached　to　your　account。　I　assumed　that　someone　had　been　bribed　to　forward　information。　That's　not　unusual；　bankers　aren't　in　the　front　ranks　for　canonization。　But　this　is　different。　That　account　in　Zurich　was　established　…　at　the　very　beginning　…　with　the　fiche　as　part　of　its　activity。　Conceivably　with　your　own　knowledge。'
　'Treadstone　Seventy…one；〃　said　Jason。
　'Yes。　The　owners　of　the　bank　had　to　work　in　concert　with　Treadstone。　And　considering　the　latitude　of　your　access；　it's　possible　you　were　aware　that　they　did。'
　'But　someone　was　bribed。　Koenig。　He　substituted　one　telephone　number　for　another。'
　'He　was　well　paid；　I　can　assure　you。　He　could　face　ten　years　in　a　Swiss　prison。'
　Ten？　That's　pretty　stiff。'
　'So　are　the　Swiss　laws。　He　had　to　be　paid　a　small　fortune。'
　'Carlos；'　said　Bourne。　'Carlos。；。　Why？　What　am　I　to　him！　I　keep　asking　myself。　I　say　the　name　over　and　over　and　over　again！　I　don't　get　anything；　nothing　at　all。　Just　a。。。　a。。。　I　don't　know。　Nothing。'
　'But　there's　something；　isn't　there？'　Marie　sat　forward。　'What　is　it；　Jason？　What　are　you　thinking　of？'
　I'm　not　thinking。。。　I　don't　know。'　…
　'Then　you're　feeling。　Something。　What　is　it？'
　'I　don't　know。　Fear；　maybe。。。　Anger；　nerves。　I　don't　know。'
　'Concentrate！'
　'Goddamn　it；　do　you　think　I'm　not！　Do　you　think　I　haven't！
　Have　you　any　idea　what　it's　like　Bourne　stiffened；　annoyed　at　his　own　outburst。　'Sorry。'
　'Don't　be。　Ever。　These　are　the　hints；　the　clues　you　have　to　look　for　…　we　have　to　look　for。　Your　doctor　friend　in　Port　Noir　was　right；　things　e　to　you；　provoked　by　other　things。　As　you　yourself　said；　a　book　of　matches；　a　face；　or　the　front　of　a　restaurant。　We've　seen　it　happen。。。　Now；　it's　a　name；　a　name　you　avoided　for　nearly　a　week　while　you　told　me　everything　that　had　happened　to　you　during　the　past　five　months　down　to　the　smallest　detail。　Yet　you　never　mentioned　Carlos。　You　should　have；　but　you　didn't。　It　does　mean　something　to　you；　can't　you　see　that？　It's　stirring　things　inside　you；　they　want　to　e　out。'
　'I　know。'　Jason　drank。
　'Darling；　there's　a　famous　bookshop　on　the　boulevard　Saint…Germain　that's　run　by　a　magazine　freak。　A　whole　floor　is　crammed　with　back　issues　of　old　magazines；　thousands　of　them。　He　even　catalogues　subjects；　indexes　them　like　a　librarian。　I'd　like　to　find　out　if　Carlos　is　in　that　index。　Will　you　do　it'？
　Bourne　was　aware　of　the　sharp　pain　in　his　chest。　It　had　nothing　to　do　with　his　wounds；　it　was　fear。　She　saw　it　and　somehow　understood；　he　felt　it　and　could　not　understand。　There　are　back　issues　of　newspapers　at　the　Sorbonne；'　he　said；　glancing　up　at　her。　'One　of　them　put　me　on　cloud　nine　for　a　while。　Until　I　thought　about　it。'
　'A　lie　was　exposed。　That　was　the　important　thing。'
　'But　we　re　not　looking　for　a　lie　now；　are　we？'
　'No；　we're　looking　for　the　truth。　Don't　be　afraid　of　it；　darling。　I'm　not。'
　Jason　got　up。　'Okay。　Saint…German's　on　the　schedule。　In　the　meantime；　call　that　fellow　at　the　embassy。'　Bourne　reached　into　his　pocket　and　took　out　the　paper　napkin　with　the　telephone　number　on　it：　he　had　added　the　numbers　of　the　licence　plate　on　the　car　that　had　raced　away　from　the　bank　on　rue　Madeleine。　'Here's　the　number　d'Amacourt　gave　me；　also　the　licence　of　that　car。　See　what　he　can　do。'
　'All　right。'　Marie　took　the　napkin　and　went　to　the　telephone。　A　small；　spiral…hinged　notebook　was　beside　it；　she　flipped　through　the　pages。　'Here　it　is。　His　name　is　Dennis　Corbelier。　Peter　said　he'd　call　him　by　noon　today；　Paris　time。
　And　I　could　rely　on　him；　he　was　as　knowledgeable　as　any　attach　in　the　embassy。'
　'Peter　knows　him；　doesn't　he？　He's　not　just　a　name　from　a　list。'
　'They　were　classmates　at　the　University　of　Toronto。　I　can　call　him　from　here；　can't　I？'
　'Sure。　But　don't　say　where　you　are。'
　I'll　tell　him　the　same　thing　I　told　Peter。'　Marie　picked　up　the　phone。　〃That　I'm　moving　from　one　hotel　to　another　but　don't　know　which　yet。'　She　got　an　outside　line；　then　dialled　the　number　of　the　Canadian　Embassy　on　the　avenue　Montaigne。　Fifteen　seconds　later　she　was　talking　with　Dennis　Corbelier；　attaché。
　Marie　got　to　the　point　of　her　call　almost　immediately。　'I　assume　Peter　told　you　I　might　need　some　help。'
　'More　than　that；'　replied　Corbelier；　'he　explained　that　you　were　in　Zurich。　Can't　say　I　understood　everything　he　said；　but　I　got　the　general　idea。　Seems　there's　a　lot　of　maneuvering　in　the　world　of　high　finance　these　days。'
　'More　than　usual。　The　trouble　is　no　one　wants　to　say　who's　maneuvering　whom。　That's　my　problem。'
　'How　can　I　help？'
　'I　have　a　licence　plate　and　a　telephone　number；　both　here　in　Paris。　The　telephone's　unlisted；　it　could　be　awkward　if　I　called。！
　'Give　them　to　me。'　She　did。　'A　mart　usque　ad　mare；'　Corbelier　said；　reciting　the　national　motto　of　their　country。　'We　have　several　friends　in　splendid　places。　We　trade　favours　frequently；　usually　in　the　narcotics　area；　but　we're　all　flexible。　Why　not　have　lunch　with　me　tomorrow？　I'll　bring　what　I　can。'
　'I'd　like　that；　but　tomorrow's　no　good。　I'm　spending　the　day　with　an　old　friend。　Perhaps　another　time。〃
　'Peter　said　I'd　be　an　idiot　not　to　insist。　He　says　you're　a　terrific　lady。！
　'He's　a　dear；　and　so　are　you。　I'll　call　you　tomorrow　afternoon。〃
　'Fine。　I'll　go　to　work　on　these。'
　'Talk　to　you　tomorrow；　and　thanks　again。〃　Marie　hung　up　and　looked　at　her　watch。　Tin　to　call　Peter　in　three　hours。　Don't　let　me　forget。'
　〃You　really　think　he'll　have　something　so　soon？〃
　'He　does！　he　started　last　night　by　calling　Washington。　It's　what　Corbelier　just　said；　we　all　trade　off。　This　piece　of　information　here　for　that　one　there；　a　name　from　our　side　for　one　of　yours。〃
　'Sounds　vaguely　like　betrayal。'
　The　opposite。　We're　dealing　in　money；　not　missiles。　Money　that　is　illegally　moving　around；　outflanking　laws　that　are　good　for　all　our　interests。　Unless　you　want　the　sheikhs　of　Arab！　owning　Grumman　Aircraft。　Then　we're　talking　about　missiles。。。　after　they've　left　the　launching　pads。'
　'Strike　my　objection。'
　'We've　got　to　see　d'Amacourt's　man　first　thing　in　the　morning。　Figure　out　what　you　want　to　withdraw。〃
　'All　of　it。'
　'All''
　'That's　right。　If　you　were　the　directors　of　Treadstone；　what　would　you