rl.thebourneidentity-第90部分

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mber　where　she　can　be　reached。　Be　firm　about　it；　you're　not　trying　to　stop　her　from　going；　but　you　must　be　able　to　reach　her。　Tell　her　anything　…　use　the　relationship　she　developed。　Say　it's　a　highly　sensitive　military　matter　you　can't　talk　about　until　you　get　a　clearance。　Then　you　want　to　discuss　it　with　her　before　you　a　render　a　judgment　She　might　jump　at　it'　'What　will　it　serve？'
　'She'll　be　telling　you　where　she　is。　Maybe　where　Carlos　is。　If　not　Carlos；　certainly　others　closer　to　him。。。　Then　reach　me。　I'll　give　you　a　hotel　and　a　room　number。　The　name　on　the　register　is　meaningless；　don't　bother　about　it。'　'Why　don't　you　give　me　your　real　name？'　'Because　if　you　ever　mentioned　it　…　consciously　or　unconsciously　…　you'd　be　dead。'　'I'm　not　senile。'
　'No；　you're　not。　But　you're　a　man　who's　been　hurt　very　badly。　As　badly　as　a　person　can　be　hurt；　I　think。　You　may　risk　your　life；　I　won't。'　'You're　a　strange　man；　Monsieur。'
　'Yes。。。　If　I'm　not　there　when　you　call；　a　woman　will　answer。　She'll　know　where　I　am。　We'll　set　up　timing　for　messages。'
　'A　woman？'　The　general　drew　back。　'You've　said　nothing　about　a　woman；　or　anyone　else。'
　'There　is　no　one　else。　Without　her　I　wouldn't　be　alive。　Carlos　is　hunting　both　of　us；　he's　tried　to　kill　both　of　us。'　'Does　she　know　about　me？'
　'Yes。　She's　the　one　who　said　it　couldn't　be　true。　That　you　couldn't　be　allied　with　Carlos。'　I　thought　you　were。'　'Perhaps　I'll　meet　her。'
　'Not　likely。'　Until　Carlos　is　taken　…　if　he　can　be　taken　…　we　can't　be　seen　with　you。　Of　all　people；　not　you。　Afterwards　…　if　there　is　an　afterwards　…　you　may　not　want　to　be　seen　with　us。　With　me。　I'm　being　honest　with　you。'
　'I　understand　that　and　I　respect　it。　In　any　event；　thank　this　woman　for　me。　Thank　her　for　thinking　I　could　be　no　part　of　Carlos。'
　Bourne　nodded。　'Can　you　be　sure　your　private　line　isn't　tapped？'
　'Absolutely。　It　is　swept　on　a　regular　basis；　all　the　telephones　restricted　by　the　Brevet　are。'
　'Whenever　you　expect　a　call　from　me；　answer　the　phone　and　clear　your　throat　twice。　I'll　know　it's　you。　If　for　any　reason　you　can't　talk；　tell　me　to　call　your　secretary　in　the　morning。　I'll　call　back　in　ten　minutes。　What's　the　number？'
　Villiers　gave　it　to　him。　'Your　hotel？'　asked　the　general。
　'The　Terrasse。　Rue　de　Maistre；　Montmartre。　Room　Four…twenty。'
　'When　will　you　begin？'
　'As　soon　as　possible。　Noon　today。'
　'Be　like　a　wolf　pack；'　said　the　old　soldier；　leaning　forward；　a　mander　instructing　his　officer　corps。　'Strike　swiftly。'
　'She　was　so　charming；　I　simply　must　do　something　for　her；'　cried　Marie　in　ebullient　French　into　the　telephone。　'Also　for　the　sweet　young　man；　he　was　of　such　help。　I　tell　you；　the　dress　was　a　success　too！　I'm　so　grateful。'
　'From　your　descriptions；　Madame；'　replied　the　cultured　male　voice　on　the　switchboard　at　Les　Classiques；　'I'm　sure　you　mean　Janine　and　Claude。'
　'Yes；　of　course。　Janine　and　Claude；　I　remember　now。　I'll　drop　each　a　note　with　a　token　of　my　thanks。　Would　you　by　any　chance　know　their　last　names？　I　mean；　it　seems　so　crass　to　address　envelopes　simply　to　〃Janine〃　and　〃Claude〃。　Rather　like　sending　missives　to　servants；　don't　you　think？　Could　you　ask　Jacqueline？'
　'It's　not　necessary；　Madame。　I　know　them。　And　may　I　say　that　Madame　is　as　sensitive　as　she　is　generous。　Janine　Dolbert　and　Claude　Oreale。'
　'Janine　Dolbert　and　Claude　Oreale；'　repeated　Marie；　looking　at　Jason。　'Janine　is　married　to　that　cute　pianist；　isn't　she？'
　'I　don't　believe　Mademoiselle　Dolbert　is　married　to　anyone。'
　'Of　course。　I'm　thinking　of　someone　else。'
　'If　I　may；　Madame；　I　didn't　catch　your　name。'
　'How　silly　of　me！'　Marie　thrust　the　phone　away　and　raised　her　voice。　'Darling；　you're　back；　and　so　soon！　That's　marvellous。　I'm　talking　to　those　lovely　people　at　Les　Classiques。。。　Yes；　right　away；　my　dear。'　She　pulled　the　phone　to　her　lips。
　Thank　you　so　much。　You've　been　very　kind。　She　hung　up。
　'If　you　ever　decide　to　get　out　of　economics；〃　said　Jason；　poring　through　the　Paris　telephone　book；　'go　into　sales。　I　bought　every　word　you　said。'
　'Were　the　descriptions　accurate？'
　To　a　cadaver　and　a　very　limp　wrist。　Nice　touch；　the　pianist！
　'It　struck　me　that　if　she　were　married；　the　phone　would　be　in　her　husband's　name。。。'
　'It　isn't；'　interrupted　Bourne。　'Here　it　is。　Dolbert；　Janine；　rue　Losserand。'　Jason　wrote　down　the　address。
　'Oreale；　that's　with　an　O；　isn't　it？　Not　An。'
　'I　think　so。'　Marie　lit　a　cigarette。　'You're　really　going　to　go　to　their　homes？'
　Bourne　nodded。　'If　I　picked　them　up　in　Saint…Honoree；　Carlos　will　have　it　watched。'
　'What　about　the　others？　Lavier；　Bergeron；　whoever…he…is　on　the　switchboard。〃
　Tomorrow。　Today's　for　the　groundswell。'
　The　what？'
　'Get　them　all　talking。　Running　around　saying　things　that　shouldn't　be　said。　By　closing　time；　word　will　be　spread　through　the　store　by　Dolbert　and　Oreale。　I'll　reach　the　two　others　tonight；　they'll　call　Lavier　and　the　man　at　the　switchboard。　We'll　have　the　first　shock　wave　and　then　the　second。　The　general's　phone　will　start　ringing　this　afternoon。　By　morning　the　panic　should　be　plete。'
　Two　questions；'　said　Marie；　getting　up　from　the　edge　of　the　bed　and　ing　towards　him。　'How　are　you　going　to　get　two　employees　away　from　Les　Classiques　during　working　hours？　And　what　people　will　you　get　tonight？'
　'Nobody　lives　in　a　deep　freeze；'　replied　Bourne；　looking　at　his　watch。　'Especially　in　haute　couture。　It's　eleven…fifteen　now；　I'll　reach　Dolbert's　apartment　by　noon　and　get　the　concierge　to　call　her　at　work。　He'll　tell　her　to　e　home　right　away。　There's　an　urgent；　very　personal　problem　she'd　better　deal　with。'
　'What　problem？'
　'I　don't　know；　but　who　hasn't　got　one？'
　'You'll　do　the　same　with　Oreale？'
　'Probably　even　more　effective。'
　'You're　outrageous；　Jason。'
　'I'm　deadly　serious；'　said　Bourne；　his　finger　once　again　sliding　down　a　column　of　names。　'Here　he　is。　Oreale；　Claude　Giselle。　No　ment。　Rue　Racine。　I'll　reach　him　by　three；　when　I'm　finished　he'll　head　right　back　to　Saint…Honoree　and　start　screaming。〃
　'What　about　the　other　two？　Who　are　they？'
　'I'll　get　names　from　either　Oreale　or　Dolbert；　or　both。　They　won't　know　it；　but　they'll　be　giving　me　the　second　shock　wave。〃
　Jason　stood　in　the　shadows　of　the　recessed　doorway　in　rue　Losserand。　He　was　fifteen　feet　from　the　entrance　to　Janine　Dolbert's　small　apartment　house　where　moments　before　a　bewildered　and　richer　concierge　had　obliged　a　well…spoken　stranger　by　calling　Mademoiselle　Dolbert　at　work　and　telling　her　that　a　gentleman　in　a　chauffeured　limousine　had　been　around　twice　asking　for　her。　He　was　back　again；　what　should　the　concierge　do？
　A　small　black　taxi　pulled　up　to　the　kerb　and　an　agitated；　cadaverous　Janine　Dolbert　literally　jumped　out。　Jason　rushed　from　the　doorway；　intercepting　her　on　the　pavement；　only　feet　from　the　entrance。
　That　was　quick；'　he　said；　touching　her　elbow。　'So　nice　to　see　you　again。　You　were　very　helpful　the　other　day。'
　Janine　Dolbert　stared　at　him；　her　lips　parted　in　recollection；　then　astonishment。　'You。　The　American；'　she　said　in　English。　'Monsieur　Briggs；　isn't　it？　Are　you　the　one　who。。。？'
　'I　told　my　chauffeur　to　take　an　hour　off。　I　wanted　to　see　you　privately。〃
　'Me？　What　could　you　possibly　wish　to　see　me　about？'
　'Don't　you　know？　Then　why　did　you　race　back　here？'
　The　wide　eyes　beneath　the　short　bobbed　hair　were　fixed　on　his；　her　pale　face　paler　in　the　sunlight。　'You're　from　the　House　of　Azur；　then？'　she　asked　tentatively。
　'I　could　be。'　Bourne　applied　a　bit　more　pressure　to　her　elbow。　'And？'
　'I've　delivered　what　I　promised。　There　will　be　nothing　more；　we　agreed　to　that。〃
　'Are　you　sure？'
　'Don't　be　an　idiot！　You　don't　know　Paris　couture。　Someone　will　get　furious　with　someone　else　and　make　bitchy　ments　in　your　own　studio。　What　strange　deviations！　And　when　the　autumn　line　es　out。　with　you　parading　half　of　Bergeron's　designs　before　he　does；　how　long　do　you　think　I　can　stay　at　Les　Classiques？　I'm　Lavier's　number　two　girl；　one　of　the　few　who　has　access　to　her　office。　You'd　better　take　care　of　me　as　you　promised。　In　one　of　your　Los　Angeles　shops。'
　'Let's　take　a　walk；'　said　Jason；　gently　propelling　her。　'You've　got　the　wrong　man；　Janine。　I've　never　heard　of　the　House　o