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　Jason　looked　at　her；　then　turned　away。　He　walked　to　the
　bureau　and　poured　himself　a　drink。　There's　still　Treadstone　to　consider；'　he　said　defensively。
　'Why　any　more　than　Carlos？　There's　your　real　equation。　Carlos　and　Treadstone。　A　man　I　once　loved　very　much　was　killed　by　Treadstone。　All　the　more　reason　for　us　to　run；　to　survive。'
　'I'd　think　you'd　want　the　people　who　killed　him　exposed；'　said　Bourne。　'Make　them　pay　for　it。'
　'I　do。　Very　much。　But　others　can　find　them。　I　have　priorities　and　revenge　isn't　at　the　top　of　the　list。　We　are。　You　and　I。　Or　is　that　only　my　judgment？　My　feelings。〃
　'You　know　better　than　that。'　He　held　the　glass　tighter　in　his　hand　and　looked　over　at　her。　'I　love　you；'　he　whispered。
　〃Then　let's　run　I'　she　said；　raising　her　voice　almost　mechanically；　taking　a　step　towards　him。　'Let's　forget　it　all；　really　forget；　and　run　as　fast　as　we　can；　as　far　away　as　we　can！　Let's　do　ill'
　'I。。。　I；'　Jason　stammered；　the　mists　interfering；　infuriating　him。　〃There　are。。。　things'
　'What　things？　We　love　each　other；　we've　found　each　other　I　We　can　go　anywhere；　be　anyone　I　There's　nothing　to　stop　us；　is　there？'
　Bourne　could　feel　sweat　breaking　out　on　his　forehead；　and　there　was　a　hollowness　in　his　throat。　'Nothing　to　stop　us。'　He　could　hardly　hear　his　own　voice。　'I　have　to　think。'
　'What's　there　to　think　about？'　pressed　Marie；　taking　another　step；　forcing　him　to　look　at　her。　'There's　only　you　and　me；　isn't　there？'
　'Only　you　and　me；'　he　repeated　softly；　the　mists　now　closing　in；　suffocating　him。　'I　know。　I　know。　But　I've　got　to　think。　There's　so　much　to　learn；　so　much　that　has　to　e　out。'
　'Why　is　it　so　important？'
　'It。。。　just　is。'
　'Don't　you　know？
　'Yes。。。　No；　I'm　not　sure。　Don't　ask　me　now。'
　'If　not　now；　when！　When　can　I　ask　you？　When　will　it　pass？　Or　will　it　ever？！'
　'Stop　it！'　he　suddenly　roared；　slamming　the　glass　down　on　the　wooden　tray。　'I　can't　run！　I　won't！　I've　got　to　stay　here！　I've　got　to　know！'
　Marie　rushed　to　him；　putting　her　hands　first　on　his　shoulders　then　on　his　face；　wiping　away　the　perspiration。　'Now　you've　said　it　Can　you　hear　yourself；　darling？　You　can't　run　because　the　closer　you　get；　the　more　maddening　it　is　for　you。　And　if　you　did　run；　it　would　only　get　worse。　You　wouldn't　have　a　life；　you'd　live　a　nightmare。　I　know　that。'
　He　reached　for　her　face；　touching　it；　looking　at　her。　'Do　you？'
　'Of　course。　But　you　had　to　say　it；　not　me。'　She　held　him；　her　head　against　his　chest　'I　had　to　force　you　to。。。　The　funny　thing　is　that　I　could　run。　I　could　get　on　a　plane　with　you　tonight　and　go　wherever　you　wanted；　disappear　and　not　look　back；　happier　than　I've　ever　been　in　my　life。　But　you　couldn't　do　that　What　is　…　or　isn't　…　here　in　Paris　would　eat　away　at　you　until　you　couldn't　stand　it　any　more。　That's　the　crazy　irony；　my　darling。　I　could　live　with　it；　but　you　couldn't。'
　'You'd　just　disappear？'　asked　Jason。　'What　about　your　family；　your　job；　all　the　people　you　know？'
　'I'm　neither　a　child　nor　a　fool；'　she　answered　quickly。　Td　cover　myself　somehow；　but　I　don't　think　I'd　take　it　very　seriously。　I'd　request　an　extended　leave　for　medical　and　personal　reasons。　Emotional　stress；　a　breakdown；　I　could　always　go　back；　the　department　would　understand。'
　'Peter？'
　'Yes。'　She　was　silent　for　a　moment。　'We　went　from　one　relationship　to　another；　the　second　more　important　to　both　of　us；　I　think。　He　was　like　an　imperfect　brother　you　want　to　succeed　in　spite　of　the　Saws；　because　underneath　there　was　such　decency。'
　I'm　sorry。　I'm　truly　sorry。'
　She　looked　up　at　him。　'You　have　the　same　decency。　When　you　do　the　kind　of　work　I　do　decency　bees　very　important　It's　not　the　meek　who　are　inheriting　the　earth；　Jason；　it's　the　corrupters。　And　I　have　an　idea　that　the　distance　between　corruption　and　killing　is　a　very　short　step。'
　Treadstone　Seventy…one？'
　'Yes。　We　were　both　right　I　do　want　them　exposed；　I　want　them　to　pay　for　what　they've　done。。。　And　you　can't　run　away。'
　He　brushed　his　lips　against　her　cheek　and　then　her　hair　and　held　her。　'I　should　throw　you　out；'　he　said。　'I　should　tell　you　to　get　out　of　my　life。　I　can't　do　it；　but　I　know　damned　well　I　should。'
　'It　wouldn't　make　any　difference　if　you　did。　I　wouldn't　go；　my　love。'
　The　lawyer's　suite　of　offices　was　on　the　boulevard　de　la　Chapelle；　the　book…lined　conference　room　more　a　stage　setting　than　an　office；　everything　was　a　prop；　and　in　its　place。　Deals　were　made　in　that　room；　not　contracts。　As　for　the　lawyer　himself；　a　dignified　white　goatee　and　silver　pince…nez　above　an　aquiline　nose　could　not　conceal　the　essential　graft　in　the　man。　He　even　insisted　on　conversing　in　poor　English；　for　which；　at　a　later　date；　he　could　claim　to　have　been　misunderstood。
　Marie　did　most　of　the　talking；　Bourne　deferring；　client　to　advisor。　She　made　her　points　succinctly；　altering　the　cashier's　cheques　to　bearer　bonds；　payable　in　dollars；　in　denominations　ranging　from　a　maximum　of　twenty　thousand　to　a　minimum　of　five。　She　instructed　the　lawyer　to　tell　the　bank　that　all　series　were　to　be　broken　up　numerically　in　threes；　international　guarantees　with　every　fifth　lot　of　certificates。　Her　objective　was　not　lost　on　the　attorney；　she　so　plicated　the　issuing　of　the　bonds　that　tracing　them　would　be　beyond　the　facilities　of　most　banks　or　brokers。　Nor　would　such　banks　or　brokers　take　on　the　added　trouble　or　expense；　payments　were　guaranteed。
　When　the　irritated；　goateed　lawyer　had　nearly　concluded　his　telephone　conversation　with　an　equally　disturbed　Antoine　d'Amacourt；　Marie　held　up　her　hand。
　'Pardon　me；　but　Monsieur　Bourne　insists　that　Monsieur　d'Amacourt　also　include　two　hundred　thousand　francs　in　cash；　one　hundred　thousand　to　be　included　with　the　bonds　and　one　hundred　to　be　held　by　Monsieur　d'Amacourt。　He　suggests　that　the　second　hundred　thousand　be　divided　as　follows。　Seventy…five　thousand　for　Monsieur　d'Amacourt　and　twenty…five　thousand　for　yourself。　He　realizes　that　he　is　greatly　in　debt　to　both　of　you　for　your　advice；　and　the　additional　trouble　he　has　caused　you。　Needless　to　say；　no　specific　record　of　breakdown　is　required。'
　Irritation　and　disturbance　vanished　with　her　words；　replaced　by　an　obsequiousness　not　seen　since　the　court　of　Versailles。　The　arrangements　were　made　in　accordance　with　the　unusual　…　but　pletely　understandable　…　demands　of　Monsieur　Bourne　and　his　esteemed　advisor。
　A　leather　attaché　case　was　provided　by　Monsieur　Bourne　for　the　bonds　and　the　money；　it　would　be　carried　by　an　armed　courier　who　would　leave　the　bank　at　2：30　in　the　afternoon　and　meet　Monsieur　Bourne　at　3：00　on　the　Pont　Neuf。　The　distinguished　client　would　identify　himself　with　a　small　piece　of　leather　cut　from　the　shell　of　the　case　which；　when　fitted　in　place；　would　prove　to　be　the　missing　fragment。　Added　to　this　would　be　the　words：　'Herr　Koenig　sends　greetings　from　Zurich。！
　So　much　for　the　details。　Except　for　one；　which　was　made　clear　by　Monsieur　Bourne's　advisor。
　'We　recognize　that　the　demands　of　the　fiche　must　be　carried　out　to　the　letter；　and　fully　expect　Monsieur　d'Amacourt　to　do　so；8　said　Marie　St　Jacques。　'However；　we　also　recognize　that　the　timing　can　be　advantageous　to　Monsieur　Bourne；　and　would　expect　no　less　than　that　advantage。　Were　he　not　to　have　it；　I'm　afraid　that　I；　as　a　certified　…　if　for　the　present；　anonymous　…　member　of　the　International　Banking　mission；　would　feel　pelled　to　report　certain　aberrations　of　banking　and　legal　procedures　as　I　have　witnessed　them。　I'm　sure　that　won't　be　necessary；　we're　all　very　well　paid；　n'est…ce　pas；　monsieur？'
　'C'est　vrai；　madame！　In　banking　and　law。。。　indeed；　as　in　life　itself。。。　timing　is　everything。　You　have　nothing　to　fear。'
　'I　know；'　said　Marie。
　Bourne　examined　the　grooves　of　the　silencer；　satisfied　that　he　had　removed　the　particles　of　dust　and　fluff　that　had　gathered　with　non…use。　He　gave　it　a　final；　wrenching　turn；　depressed　the　magazine　release　and　checked　the　clip。　Six　shells　remained；　he　was　ready。　He　shoved　the　weapon　into　his　belt　and　buttoned　his　jacket。
　Marie　had　not　seen　him　with　the　gun。　She　was　sitting　on　the　bed；　her　back　to　him；　talking　on　the　telephone　to　the　Canadian　Embassy　attaché；　Dennis　Corbelier。　Cigarette　smoke　curled　up　from　an　ashtray　next　to　her　no