rl.thebourneultimatum-第138部分

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　〃In　his　own　way；　Mo's　a　fighter。　I'll　still　bet　on　him。　Incidentally；　don't　tell　Marie。　She　thinks　too　much。〃
　〃Of　course　not。　Is　there　anything　I　can　do？〃
　〃Yes；　there　is；　Peter。　You　can　tell　me　why　Medusa's　here　in　Paris。〃
　〃In　Paris？　It's　not　according　to　everything　I　know　and　I　know　a　hell　of　a　lot。〃
　〃Our　identification's　positive。　The　two　guns　that　hit　us　an　hour　ago　were　sent　over　by　Medusa。　We've　even　got　a　confession　of　sorts。〃
　〃I　don't　understand！〃　protested　Holland。　〃Paris　never　entered　into　our　thinking。　There's　no　linkage　in　the　scenario。〃
　〃Sure；　there　is；〃　contradicted　the　former　station　chief。　〃You　said　it　yourself。　You　called　it　a　self…fulfilling　prophecy；　remember？　The　ultimate　logic　that　Bourne　conceived　as　a　theory。　Medusa　joining　up　with　the　Jackal；　the　target　Jason　Bourne。〃
　〃That's　the　point；　Alex。　It　was　only　a　theory；　hypothetically　convincing；　but　still　just　a　theory；　the　basis　for　a　sound　strategy。　But　it　never　happened。〃
　〃It　obviously　did。〃
　〃Not　from　this　end。　As　far　as　we're　concerned；　Medusa's　now　in　Moscow。〃
　〃Moscow？〃　Conklin　nearly　dropped　the　phone　on　the　doctor's　desk。
　〃That's　right。　We've　concentrated　on　Ogilvie's　law　firm　in　New　York；　tapping　everything　that　could　be　tapped。　Somehow…and　we　don't　know　how…Ogilvie　was　tipped　off　and　got　out　of　the　country。　He　took　an　Aeroflot　to　Moscow；　and　the　rest　of　his　family　headed　to　Marrakesh。〃
　〃Ogilvie　。。。　？〃　Alex　could　barely　be　heard；　frowning；　his　memory　peeled　away　the　years。　〃From　Saigon？　A　legal　officer　from　Saigon？〃
　〃That's　right。　We're　convinced　he　runs　Medusa。〃
　〃And　you　withheld　that　information　from　me？〃
　〃Only　the　name　of　the　firm。　I　told　you　we　had　our　priorities　and　you　had　yours。　For　us；　Medusa　came　first。〃
　〃You　simple　swab　jockey！〃　exploded　Conklin。　〃I　know　Ogilvie…more　precisely；　I　knew　him。　Let　me　tell　you　what　they　called　him　in　Saigon：　Ice…Cold　Ogilvie；　the　smoothest…talking　legal　scumball　in　Vietnam。　With　a　few　subpoenas　and　some　research；　I　could　have　told　you　where　a　few　of　his　courtroom　skeletons　were　buried…you　blew　it！　You　could　have　pulled　him　in　for　fixing　the　army　courts　in　a　couple　of　killings…there　are　no　statutes；　civilian　or　military；　on　those　crimes。　Jesus；　why　didn't　you　tell　me？〃
　〃In　all　honesty；　Alex；　you　never　asked。　You　simply　assumed…rightly　so…that　I　wouldn't　tell　you。〃
　〃All　right；　all　right；　it's　done…to　hell　with　it。　By　tomorrow　or　the　next　day　you'll　have　our　two　Medusans；　so　go　to　work　on　them。　They　both　want　to　save　their　asses…the　capo's　a　slime；　but　his　sharpshooter　keeps　praying　for　his　family　and　it's　not　organizational。〃
　〃What　are　you　going　to　do？〃　pressed　Holland。
　〃We're　on　our　way　to　Moscow。〃
　〃After　Ogilvie？〃
　〃No；　the　Jackal。　But　if　I　see　Bryce；　I'll　give　him　your　regards。〃
　
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　Buckingham　Pritchard　sat　next　to　his　uniformed　uncle；　Cyril　Sylvester　Pritchard；　deputy　director　of　immigration；　in　the　office　of　Sir　Henry　Sykes　at　Government　House　in　Montserrat。　Beside　them；　on　the　deputy's　right；　was　their　attorney；　the　finest　native　solicitor　Sykes　could　persuade　to　advise　the　Pritchards　in　the　event　that　the　Crown　brought　a　case　against　them　as　accessories　to　terrorism。　Sir　Henry　sat　behind　the　desk　and　glanced　in　partial　shock　at　the　lawyer；　one　Jonathan　Lemuel；　who　raised　his　head　and　eyes　to　the　ceiling；　not　to　have　the　benefit　of　the　tropic　fan　that　stirred　the　humid　air　but　to　show　disbelief。　Lemuel　was　a　Cambridge…educated　attorney；　once　a　〃scholarship　boy〃　from　the　colonies；　who　years　ago　had　made　his　money　in　London　and　returned　in　the　autumn　of　his　life　to　his　native　'Serrat　to　enjoy　the　fruits　of　his　labors。　Actually；　Sir　Henry　had　persuaded　his　retired　black　friend　to　give　assistance　to　a　couple　of　idiots　who　might　have　involved　themselves　in　a　serious　international　matter。
　The　cause　of　Sir　Henry's　shock　and　Jonathan　Lemuel's　disbelief　cum　exasperation　came　about　through　the　following　exchange　between　Sykes　and　the　deputy　director　of　immigration。
　〃Mr。　Pritchard；　we've　established　that　your　nephew　overheard　a　telephone　conversation　between　John　St。　Jacques　and　his　brother…in…law；　the　American　Mr。　David　Webb。　Further；　your　nephew　Buckingham　Pritchard　here；　freely；　even　enthusiastically；　admits　calling　you　with　certain　information　contained　in　that　conversation　and　that　you　in　turn　emphatically　stated　that　you　had　to　reach　Paris　immediately。　Is　this　true？〃
　〃It　is　all　pletely　true；　Sir　Henry。〃
　〃Whom　did　you　reach　in　Paris？　What's　the　telephone　number？〃
　〃With　respect；　sir；　I　am　sworn　to　secrecy。〃
　At　that　succinct　and　totally　unexpected　reply；　Jonathan　Lemuel　had　lifted　his　astonished　eyes　to　the　ceiling。
　Sykes；　regaining　his　posure；　put　an　end　to　the　brief　pause　of　amazement。　〃What　was　that；　Mr。　Pritchard？〃
　〃My　nephew　and　I　are　part　of　an　international　organization　involving　the　great　leaders　of　the　world；　and　we　have　been　sworn　to　secrecy。〃
　〃Good　God；　he　believes　it；〃　muttered　Sir　Henry。
　〃Oh；　for　heaven's　sake；〃　said　Lemuel；　lowering　his　head。　〃Our　telephone　service　here　is　not　the　most　sophisticated；　especially　where　pay　phones　are　concerned；　which　I　presume　you　were　instructed　to　use；　but　within　a　day　or　so　that　number　can　be　traced。　Why　not　simply　give　it　to　Sir　Henry　now。　He　obviously　needs　to　know　quickly；　so　where　is　the　harm？〃
　〃The　harm；　sir；　is　to　our　superiors　in　the　organization…that　was　made　explicitly　clear　to　me　personally。〃
　〃What's　the　name　of　this　international　organization？〃
　〃I　don't　know；　Sir　Henry。　That　is　part　of　the　confidensheeality；　do　you　not　see？〃
　〃I'm　afraid　you're　the　one　who　doesn't　see；　Mr。　Pritchard；〃　said　Sykes；　his　voice　clipped；　his　anger　surfacing。
　〃Oh；　but　I　do；　Sir　Henry；　and　I　shall　prove　it　to　you！〃　interrupted　the　deputy；　looking　at　each　man　as　if　to　draw　the　skeptical　Sykes　and　the　astonished　attorney；　as　well　as　his　adoring　nephew；　into　his　confidence。　〃A　large　sum　of　money　was　wired　from　a　private　banking　institution　in　Switzerland　directly　to　my　own　account　here　in　Montserrat。　The　instructions　were　clear；　if　flexible。　The　funds　were　to　be　used　liberally　in　pursuit　of　the　assignments　delegated　to　me。　。。。　Transportation；　entertainment；　lodgings…I　was　told　I　had　plete　discretion；　but；　of　course；　I　keep　a　record　of　all　expenditures；　as　I　do　as　the　second　highest　officer　of　immigration。　。。。　Who　but　vastly　superior　people　would　put　such　trust　in　a　man　they　knew　only　by　an　enviable　reputation　and　position？〃
　Henry　Sykes　and　Jonathan　Lemuel　again　looked　at　each　other；　astonishment　and　disbelief　now　joined　by　total　fascination。　Sir　Henry　leaned　forward　over　the　desk。　〃Beyond　this…shall　we　say…in…depth　observation　of　John　St。　Jacques　requiring　the　obvious　services　of　your　nephew；　have　you　been　given　other　assignments？〃
　〃Actually　not；　sir；　but　I'm　sure　that　as　soon　as　the　leaders　see　how　expeditiously　I　have　performed；　others　will　follow。〃
　Lemuel　raised　his　hand　calmly　a　few　inches　off　the　arm　of　his　chair　to　inhibit　a　red…faced　Sykes。　〃Tell　me；〃　he　said　quickly；　gently。　〃This　large　sum　of　money　sent　from　Switzerland；　just　how　large　was　it？　The　amount　doesn't　matter　legally；　and　Sir　Henry　can　always　call　your　bank　under　the　laws　of　the　Crown；　so　please　tell　us。〃
　〃Three　hundred　pounds！〃　replied　the　elder　Pritchard；　the　pride　of　his　value　in　his　voice。
　〃Three　hundred？〃　The　solicitor's　words　trailed　off。
　〃Not　exactly　staggering；　eh？〃　mumbled　Sir　Henry；　leaning　back；　speechless。
　〃Roughly；〃　continued　Lemuel；　〃what's　been　your　expenses？〃
　〃Not　roughly；　but　precisely；〃　affirmed　the　deputy　director　of　immigration；　removing　a　small　notebook　from　the　breast　pocket　of　his　uniform。
　〃My　brilliant　uncle　is　always　precise；〃　offered　Buckingham　Pritchard。
　〃Thank　you；　Nephew。〃
　〃How　much？〃　insisted　the　attorney。
　〃Precisely　twenty…six　pounds；　five　shillings；　English；　or　the　equivalent　of　one　hundred　thirty…two　East　Caribbean　dollars；　the　EC's　rounded　off　to　the　nearest　double　zero　at　the　latest　rate　of　exchange…in　this　case　I　absorbed　forty…seven　cents；　so　entered。〃
　〃Amazing；〃　intoned　Sykes；　numbed。
　〃I've　scrupulously　kept　every　receipt；〃　went　on　the　deputy；　gathering　steam　as　he　continued　reading。　〃They're　locked　in　a　strongbox　at　my　flat　on