rl.thebourneultimatum-第109部分

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o　less　harsh　and　manding。　〃Don't　look　at　me！　Look　at　your　watch。　Keep　your　head　down。〃　The　Deuxième　veteran　glanced　away；　nodding　aimlessly　at　several　people　in　nearby　chairs　as　he　continued；　his　lips　barely　moving。　〃Go　out　the　door　on　the　far　left；　the　one　used　for　luggage。　Hurry！〃
　〃No！〃　replied　Marie；　her　head　down；　her　eyes　on　her　watch。　〃You　know　me　but　I　don't　know　you！　Who　are　you？〃
　〃A　friend　of　your　husband。〃
　〃My　God；　is　he　here？〃
　〃The　question　is　why　are　you　here？〃
　〃I　stayed　at　this　hotel　once　before。　I　thought　he　might　remember　it。〃
　〃He　did　but　in　the　wrong　context；　I'm　afraid。　Mon　Dieu；　he　never　would　have　chosen　it　otherwise。　Now；　leave。〃
　〃I　won't！　I　have　to　find　him。　Where　is　he？〃
　〃You　will　leave　or　you　may　find　only　his　corpse。　There's　a　message　for　you　in　the　Paris　Tribune…〃
　〃It's　in　my　purse。　The　financial　page。　'Memom…'　〃
　〃Call　in　several　hours。〃
　〃You　can't　do　this　to　me。〃
　〃You　cannot　do　this　to　him。　You'll　kill　him！　Get　out　of　here。　Now！〃
　Her　eyes　half　blinded　with　fury　and　fear　and　tears；　Marie　started　toward　the　left　side　of　the　lobby；　desperately　wanting　to　look　back；　but　just　as　desperately　knowing　she　could　not　do　so。　She　reached　the　narrow　set　of　glass　double　doors；　colliding　with　a　uniformed　bellhop　carrying　suitcases　inside。
　〃Pardon；　madame！〃
　〃Moi　aussi；〃　she　stammered；　maneuvering　again　blindly　around　the　luggage　and　out　to　the　pavement。　What　could　she　do…what　should　she　do？　David　was　somewhere　in　the　hotel…in　the　hotel！　And　a　strange　man　recognized　her　and　warned　her　and　told　her　to　get　out…get　away！　What　was　happening？　。。。　My　God；　someone's　trying　to　kill　David！　The　old　Frenchman　had　said　as　much…who　was　it。。。　who　were　they？　Where　were　they？
　Help　me！　For　God's　sake；　Jason；　tell　me　what　to　do。　Jason？　。。。　Yes；　Jason　。。。　help　me！　She　stood；　frozen；　as　taxis　and　limousines　broke　off　from　the　noonday　traffic　and　pulled　up　to　the　Meurice's　curb；　where　a　gold…braided　doorman　under　the　huge　canopy　greeted　newers　and　old　faces　and　sent　bellboys　scurrying　in　all　directions。　A　large　black　limousine　with　a　small　discreet　religious　insignia　on　its　passenger　door；　the　cruciform　standard　of　some　high　office　of　the　Church；　inched　its　way　to　the　canopied　area。　Marie　stared　at　the　small　emblem；　it　was　circular　and　no　more　than　six　inches　in　diameter；　a　globe　of　royal　purple　surrounding　an　elongated　crucifix　of　gold。　She　winced　and　held　her　breath；　her　panic　now　had　a　disturbing　new　dimension。　She　had　seen　that　insignia　before；　and　all　she　remembered　was　that　it　had　filled　her　with　horror。
　The　limousine　stopped；　both　curbside　doors　were　opened　by　the　smiling；　bowing　doorman　as　five　priests　emerged；　one　from　the　front　seat；　four　from　the　spacious　rear　section。　Those　from　the　back　immediately；　oddly；　threaded　their　way　into　the　noonday　crowds　of　strollers　on　the　pavement；　two　forward　in　front　of　the　vehicle；　two　behind　it；　one　of　the　priests　whipping　past　Marie；　his　black　coat　making　contact　with　her；　his　face　so　close　she　could　see　the　blazing　unpriestly　eyes　of　a　man　who　was　no　part　of　a　religious　order。　。。。　Then　the　association　with　the　emblem；　the　religious　insignia；　came　back　to　her！
　Years　ago；　when　David…when　Jason…was　in　maximum　therapy　with　Panov；　Mo　had　him　sketch；　draw；　doodle　whatever　images　came　to　him。　Time　and　again　that　terrible　circle　with　the　thin　crucifix　appeared　。。。　invariably　torn　apart　or　stabbed　repeatedly　with　the　pencil　point。　The　Jackal！
　Suddenly；　Marie's　eyes　were　drawn　to　a　figure　crossing　the　rue　de　Rivoli。　It　was　a　tall　man　in　dark　clothes…a　dark　sweater　and　trousers…and　he　was　limping；　dodging　the　traffic；　a　hand　shielding　his　face　from　the　drizzle　that　soon　would　turn　into　rain。　The　limp　was　false！　The　leg　straightened　if　only　for　an　instant　and　the　swing　of　the　shoulder　that　pensated　was　a　defiant　gesture　she　knew　only　too　well。　It　was　David！
　Another；　no　more　than　eight　feet　from　her；　also　saw　what　she　saw。　A　miniature　radio　was　instantly　brought　to　the　man's　lips。　Marie　rushed　forward；　her　extended　hands　the　claws　of　a　tigress　as　she　lunged　at　the　killer　in　priest's　clothing。
　〃David！〃　she　screamed；　drawing　blood　from　the　face　of　the　Jackal's　man。
　Gunshots　filled　the　rue　de　Rivoli。　The　crowds　panicked；　many　running　into　the　hotel；　many　more　racing　away　from　the　canopied　entrance；　all　shrieking；　yelling；　seeking　safety　from　the　murderous　insanity　that　had　suddenly　exploded　in　the　civilized　street。　In　the　violent　struggle　with　the　man　who　would　kill　her　husband；　the　strong　Canadian　ranch　girl　ripped　the　automatic　out　of　his　belt　and　fired　it　into　his　head；　blood　and　membranes　were　blown　into　the　air。
　〃Jason！〃　she　screamed　again　as　the　killer　fell；　instantly　realizing　that　she　stood　alone　with　only　the　corpse　beneath　her…she　was　a　target！　Then　from　certain　death　there　was　the　sudden　possibility　of　life。　The　old　aristocratic　Frenchman　who　had　recognized　her　in　the　lobby　came　crashing　out　of　the　front　entrance；　his　automatic　weapon　on　repeat　fire　as　he　sprayed　the　black　limousine；　stopping　for　an　instant　to　switch　his　aim　and　shattering　the　legs　of　a　〃priest〃　whose　weapon　was　leveled　at　him。
　〃Mon　ami！〃　roared　Bernardine。
　〃Here！〃　shouted　Bourne。　〃Where　is　she？〃
　〃A　votre　droite！　Auprès　de…〃　A　single　gunshot　exploded　from　the　glass　double　doors　of　the　Meurice。　As　he　fell　the　Deuxième　veteran　cried　out；　〃Les　Capucines；　mon　ami。　Les　Capucines！〃　Bernardine　slumped　to　the　pavement；　a　second　gunshot　ended　his　life。
　Marie　was　paralyzed；　she　could　not　move！　Everything　was　a　blizzard；　a　hurricane　of　iced　particles　crashing　with　such　force　against　her　face　she　could　neither　think　nor　find　meaning。　Weeping　out　of　control；　she　fell　to　her　knees；　then　collapsed　in　the　street；　her　screams　of　despair　clear　to　the　man　who　suddenly　was　above　her。　〃My　children　。。。　oh　God；　my　children！〃
　〃Our　children；〃　said　Jason　Bourne；　his　voice　not　the　voice　of　David　Webb。　〃We're　getting　out　of　here；　can　you　understand　that？〃
　〃Yes　。。。　yes！〃　Marie　awkwardly；　painfully；　swung　her　legs　behind　her　and　lurched　to　her　feet；　held　by　the　husband　she　either　knew　or　did　not　know。　〃David？〃
　〃Of　course　I'm　David。　e　on！〃
　〃You　frighten　me…〃
　〃I　frighten　myself。　Let's　go！　Bernardine　gave　us　our　exit。　Run　with　me；　hold　my　hand！〃
　They　raced　down　the　rue　de　Rivoli；　swinging　east　into　the　boulevard　St。…Michel　until　the　Parisian　strollers　in　their　nonchalance　de　jour　made　it　clear　that　the　fugitives　were　safe　from　the　horrors　of　the　Meurice。　They　stopped　m　an　alleyway　and　held　each　other。
　〃Why　did　you　do　it？〃　asked　Marie；　cupping　his　face。　〃Why　did　you　run　away　from　us？〃
　〃Because　I'm　better　without　you；　you　know　that。〃
　〃You　weren't　before；　David…or　should　I　say　Jason？〃
　〃Names　don't　matter；　we　have　to　move！〃
　〃Where　to？〃
　〃I'm　not　sure。　But　we　can　move；　that's　the　important　thing。　There's　a　way　out。　Bernardine　gave　it　to　us。〃
　〃He　was　the　old　Frenchman？〃
　〃Let's　not　talk　about　him；　okay？　At　least　not　for　a　while。　I'm　shredded　enough。〃
　〃All　right；　we　won't　talk　about　him。　Still；　he　mentioned　Les　Capucines…what　did　he　mean？〃
　〃It's　our　way　out。　There's　a　car　waiting　for　me　in　the　boulevard　des　Capucines。　That's　what　he　was　telling　me。　Let's　go！〃
　They　raced　south　out　of　Paris　in　the　nondescript　Peugeot；　taking　the　Barbizon　highway　to　Vilieneuve…St。…Georges。　Marie　sat　close　to　her　husband；　their　bodies　touching；　her　hand　clutching　his　arm。　She　was；　however；　sickeningly　aware　that　the　warmth　she　intended　was　not　returned　in　equal　measure。　Only　a　part　of　the　intense　man　behind　the　wheel　was　her　David；　the　rest　of　him　was　Jason　Bourne　and　he　was　now　in　mand。
　〃For　God's　sake；　talk　to　me！〃　she　cried。
　〃I'm　thinking。　。。。　Why　did　you　e　to　Paris？〃
　〃Good　Christ！〃　exploded　Marie。　〃To　find　you；　to　help　you！〃
　〃I'm　sure　you　thought　it　was　right。　。。。　It　wasn't；　you　know。〃
　〃That　voice　again；〃　protested　Marie。　〃That　goddamned　disembodied　tone　of　voice！　Who　the　hell　do　you　think　you　are　to　make　that　judgment？　God？　To　put　it　bluntly…no；　not　bluntly；　but　brutally…there　are　things　you　have　trouble　remembering；　my　darling。〃
　〃Not　about　Paris；〃　objected　Jason。　〃I　remember　everything　about　Paris。　Everything。〃
　〃Your　friend　Bernardine　didn