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ng　the　opposite　direction　on　the　dark　lakesbore　road。　She　pressed　the　accelerator　down　with　such　force　that　the　car　bolted；　the　tyres　span　under　the　sudden　burst　of　speed。　She　depressed　the　pedal　instantly；　gripping　the　wheel；　trying　to　control　herself。
　Bourne　looked　up　from　the　matches　at　the　back　of　her　head；　at　the　long　dark　red　hair　that　shone　in　the　light。　He　took　the　gun　from　his　pocket　and　once　more　leaned　forward　directly　behind　her。　He　raised　the　weapon；　moving　his　hand　over　her　shoulder；　turning　the　barrel　and　pressing　it　against　her　cheek。
　'Understand　me　clearly。　You're　going　to　do　exactly　as　I　tell　you。　You're　going　to　be　right　at　my　side　and　this　gun　will　be　in　my　pocket。　It　will　be　aimed　at　your　stomach；　just　as　it's　aimed　at　your　head　right　now。　As　you've　seen。　I'm　running　for　my　life；　and　I　won't　hesitate　to　pull　the　trigger。　I　want　you　to　understand。'
　'I　understand。'　Her　reply　was　a　whisper。　She　breathed　through　her　parted　lips；　her　terror　plete。　Jason　removed　the　barrel　of　the　gun　from　her　cheek；　he　was　satisfied。　Satisfied　and　revolted。
　Let　your　mind　fall　free。。。　The　matches。　What　was　it　about　the　matches？　But　it　was　not　the　matches；　it　was　the　restaurant　…not　the　Kronehalle。　but　a　restaurant。　Heavy　beams；　candlelight；　black。。。　triangles　on　the　outside。　White　stone　and　black　triangles。　Three？。。。　Three　black　triangles。
　Someone　was　there。。。　at　a　restaurant　with　three　triangles　in　front。　The　image　was　so　clear；　so　vivid。。。　so　disturbing。　What　was　it？　Did　such　a　place　even　exist？
　Specifics　may　e　to　you。。。　certain　repressed　conduits。。。　prodded　into　functioning。
　Was　it　happening　now？　Oh；　Christ；　I　can't　stand　it！
　He　could　see　the　lights　of　the　Carillon　du　Lac　several　hundred　yards　down　the　road。　He　had　not　fully　thought　out　his　moves；　but　was　operating　on　two　assumptions。　The　first　was　that　the　killers　had　not　remained　on　the　premises。　On　the　other　hand；　Bourne　was　not　about　to　walk　into　a　trap　of　his　own　making。　He　knew　two　of　the　killers；　he　would　not　recognize　others　if　they　had　been　left　behind。
　The　main　parking　area　was　beyond　the　circular　drive；　on　the　left　side　of　the　hotel。　'Slow　down；'　Jason　ordered。　Turn　into　the　first　drive　on　the　left！
　'It's　an　exit；'　protested　the　woman；　her　voice　strained。　'We're　going　the　wrong　way。'
　'No　one's　ing　out　Go　on　I　Drive　into　the　parking　area；　past　the　lights。'
　The　scene　at　the　hotel's　canopied　entrance　explained　why　no　one　paid　attention　to　them。　There　were　four　police　cars；　lined　up　in　the　circular　drive；　their　roof　lights　revolving；　conveying　the　aura　of　emergency。　He　could　see　uniformed　police　among　the　crowds　of　excited　hotel　guests；　they　were　asking　questions　as　well　as　answering　them；　checking　off　names　of　those　leaving　in　cars；　dark…suited　hotel　clerks　at　their　sides。
　Marie　St　Jacques　drove　across　the　parking　area　beyond　the　floodlights　and　into　an　open　space　on　the　right　She　turned　off　the　engine　and　sat　motionless；　staring　straight　ahead。
　'Be　very　careful；'　said　Bourne；　rolling　down　his　window。　'And　move　slowly。　Open　your　door　and　get　out；　then　stand　by　mine　and　help　me。　Remember；　the　window's　open　and　the　gun's　in　my　hand。　You're　only　two　or　three　feet　in　front　of　me；　there's　no　way　I　could　miss　if　I　fired。'
　She　did　as　she　was　told；　a　terrified　automaton。　Jason　supported　himself　on　the　frame　of　the　window　and　pulled　himself　to　the　pavement　He　shifted　his　weight　from　one　foot　to　another；　mobility　was　returning。　He　could　walk。　Not　well；　and　with　a　limp；　but　he　could　walk。
　'What　are　you　going　to　do？'　asked　the　St　Jacques　woman；　as　if　she　were　afraid　to　hear　his　answer。
　'Wait。　Sooner　or　later　someone　will　drive　a　car　back　here　and　park　it。　No　matter　what　happened　in　there；　it's　still　dinner　time。　Reservations　were　made；　parties　arranged；　a　lot　of　it　business；　those　people　won't　change　their　plans。'
　'And　when　a　car　does　e；　how　will　you　take　it？'　She　paused；　then　answered　her　own　question。　'Oh；　my　God；　you're　going　to　kill　whoever's　driving　it'
　He　gripped　her　arm；　her　frightened　chalk…white　face　inches　away。　He　bad　to　control　her　by　fear；　but　not　to　the　point　where　she　might　slip　into　hysterics。　'If　I　have　to　I　will；　but　I　don't　think　it'll　be　necessary。　Parking　attendants　bring　the　cars　back　here。　Keys　are　usually　left　on　the　visors　or　under　the　seats。　It's　just　easier。'
　Headlight　beams　shot　out　from　the　dark　in　the　circular　drive；　a　small　coupg　entered　the　area；　accelerating　once　into　it；　the　mark　of　an　attendant　driver。　The　car　came　directly　towards　them；　alarming　Bourne　until　he　saw　the　empty　space　nearby。　But　they　were　in　the　path　of　the　headlights；　they　had　been　seen。
　Reservations　for　the　dining　room。。。　A　restaurant。　Jason　made　his　decision；　he　would　use　the　moment
　The　attendant　got　out　of　the　coupe；　and　placed　the　keys　under　the　seat。　As　he　walked　to　the　rear　of　the　car；　he　nodded　at　them；　not　without　curiosity。　Bourne　spoke　in　French。
　'Hey；　young　fellow　I　Maybe　you　can　help　us。'
　'Sir？'　The　attendant　approached　them　haltingly；　cautiously；　the　events　in　the　hotel　obviously　on　his　mind。
　'I'm　not　feeling　so　well；　too　much　of　your　excellent　Swiss　wine。'
　'It　will　happen；　sir。'　The　young　man　smiled；　relieved。
　'My　wife　thought　it　would　be　a　good　idea　to　get　some　air　before　we　left　for　town。〃
　'A　good　idea；　sir。〃
　'Is　everything　still　crazy　inside？　I　didn't　think　the　police　officer　would　let　us　out　until　he　saw　that　I　might　be　sick　all　over　his　uniform。'
　'Crazy；　sir。　They're　everywhere。。。　We've　been　told　not　to　discuss　it！
　'Of　course。　But　we've　got　a　problem。　An　associate　flew　in　this　afternoon　and　we　agreed　to　meet　at　a　restaurant；　only　I've　forgotten　the　name。　I've　been　there　but　I　just　can't　remember　where　it　is　or　what　it's　called。　I　do　remember　that　on　the　front　there　were　three　odd　shapes。。。　a　design　of　some　sort；　I　think。　Triangles；　I　believe。！
　'That's　the　Drei　Alpenhauser；　sir。　The。。。　Three　Chalets。　If　s　in　a　sidestreet　off　the　Falkenstrasse。'
　'Yes；　of　course；　that's　it！　And　to　get　there　from　here　we。。。'　Bourne　trailed　off　the　words；　a　man　with　too　much　wine　trying　to　concentrate。
　'Just　turn　left　out　of　the　exit；　sir。　Stay　on　the　Uto　Quai　for　about　six　kilometres；　until　you　reach　a　large　pier；　then　turn　right。　It　will　take　you　into　the　Falkenstrasse。　Once　you　pass　Seefeld；　you　can't　miss　the　street　or　the　restaurant。　There's　a　sign　on　the　corner。'
　'Thank　you。　Will　you　be　here　a　few　hours　from　now；　when　we　return？'
　'I'm　on　duty　until　two　this　morning；　sir。！
　'Good。　I'll　look　for　you　and　express　my　gratitude　more　concretely。'
　'Thank　you；　sir。　May　I　get　your　car　for　you？'
　'You've　done　enough；　thanks。　A　little　more　walking　is　required。'　The　attendant　saluted；　and　started　for　the　front　of　the　hotel。　Jason　led　Marie　St　Jacques　towards　the　coupe；　limping　beside　her。　'Hurry　up。　The　keys　are　under　the　seat。'
　'If　they　stop　us；　what　will　you　do？　That　attendant　will　see　the　car　go　out；　he'll　know　you've　stolen　it！！
　'I　doubt　it。　Not　if　we　leave　right　away；　the　minute　he's　back　in　that　crowd。'
　'Suppose　he　does！'
　'Then　I　hope　you're　a　fast　driver；〃　said　Bourne；　pushing　her　towards　the　door。　'Get　in。'　The　attendant　had　turned　the　corner；　he　suddenly　hurried　his　pace！　Jason　took　out　the　gun；　and　limped　rapidly　around　the　bonnet　of　the　coupe〃；　supporting　himself　on　it　while　pointing　the　pistol　at　the　windscreen。　He　opened　the　passenger　door　and　climbed　in　beside　her。　'Goddamn　it；　I　said　get　the　keys！'
　'All　right。。。　I　can't　think。'
　'Try　harder！'
　'Oh；　God。。。'　She　reached　below　the　seat；　stabbing　her　hand　around　the　carpet　until　she　found　the　small　leather　case。
　'Start　the　engine；　but　wait　until　I　tell　you　to　back　out。'　He　watched　for　headlight　beams　to　shine　into　the　area　from　the　circular　drive；　it　would　be　a　reason　for　the　attendant　to　have　suddenly　broken　into　a　near　run；　a　car　to　be　parked。　They　did　not　e；　the　reason　could　be　something　else。　Two　unknown　people　in　the　parking　area。　'Go　ahead。　Quickly。　I　want　to　get　out　of　here。〃　She　threw　the　gear　into　reverse；　seconds　later　they　approached　the　exit　into　the　lakeshore　drive。　'Slow　down；〃　he　manded。　A　taxi　was　swinging　into　the　curve　in　front　of　them。
　Bourne　held　his　breath　and　looked　through　the　opposite　window　at　the　Carillon　du　Lac's　entrance；　the　scene　under　the　canopy　explained　the　attendant's　sudden　decision　to　hurry。　An　argument　had　broken　out　between　the　police　and　a　group　of　hotel　guests。　A　queue　had　formed　for　names　to　be　checked　before　leaving　the　hotel；　the　resulting　delays　angered　the　innocent。
　'Let's　go；'　said　Jason；　wincing　again；　the　pain　shooting　through　his　chest。　'We're　clear。'
　It　was　a　numbing　sensation；　eerie　and　uncanny。　The　three　triangles　were　as　he　had　pictured　them：　thick　dark　wood　raised　in　bas…relief　on　white　stone。　Three　equal　triangles；　abstract　renditions　of　chalet　roofs　in　a　valley　of　snow　so　deep　the　lower　storeys　were　obscured。　Above　the　three　points　was　the　restaurant's　name　in　Germanic　letters。　Drei　Alpenhauser。　Below　the　base　line　of　the　centre　triangle　was　the　entrance；　double　doors　that　together　formed　a　cathedral　arch；　the　hardware　massive　rings　of　iron　mon　to　Alpine　chateaux。
　The　surrounding　buildings　on　both　sides　of　the　narrow　brick　street　were　restored　structures　of　a　Zurich　and　a　Europe　long　past。　It　was　not　a　street　for　cars；　instead　one　pictured　elaborate　coaches　drawn　by　horses；　drivers　sitting　high　in　mufflers　and　top　hats；　and　gas　lamps　everywhere。　It　was　a　street　filled　with　the　sights　and　sounds　of　forgotten　memories；　thought　the　man　who　had　no　memory　to　forget。
　Yet　he　had　had　one；　vivid　and　disturbing。　Three　dark　triangles；　heavy　beams　and　candlelight。　He　had　been　right；　it　was　a　memory　of　Zurich。　But　in　another　life。
　'We're　here；'　said　the　woman。
　'I　know。'
　Tell　me　what　to　do；'　she　cried。　'We're　going　past　it'
　'Go　to　the　next　corner　and　turn　left　Go　round　the　block；　then　drive　back　through　here。'
　'Why？'
　'I　wish　I　knew。！
　'What？'
　'Because　I　said　so。'　Someone　was　there。。。　at　that　restaurant。　Why　didn't　other　images　e？　Another　image。　A　face。
　They　drove　down　the　street　past　the　restaurant　twice　more。　Two　separate　couples　and　a　foursome　went　inside；　a　single　man　came　out；　heading　for　the　Falkenstrasse。　To　judge　from　the