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　'But　you　didn't　kill　him。'
　Then　why　was　I　there？　Why　do　people　think　I　did！　Christ；　it's　insane　I'　He　sprang　up　from　the　chair；　pain　back　in　his　eyes。　'But　then　I　forgot　I'm　not　sane；　am　I？　Because　I've　forgotten。。。　Years；　a　lifetime。'
　Marie　spoke　matter…of…factly；　no　passion　in　her　voice。　The　answers　will　e　to　you。　From　one　source　or　another；　finally　from　yourself。'
　That　may　not　be　possible。　Washburn　said　it　was　like　blocks　rearranged；　different　tunnels。。。　different　windows？〃　Jason　walked　to　the　window；　bracing　himself　on　the　sill；　looking　down　on　the　lights　of　Montparnasse。　The　views　aren't　the　same；　they　never　will　be。　Somewhere　out　there　are　people　I　know；　who　know　me。　A　couple　of　thousand　miles　away　are　other　people　I　care　about　and　don't　care　about。。。　Or；　oh　God；　maybe　a　wife　and　children；　I　don't　know。　I　keep　spinning　around　in　the　wind；　turning　over　and　over　and　I　can't　get　down　to　the　ground。　Every　time　I　try　I'm　thrown　back　up　again。'
　'Into　the　sky？'　asked　Marie。
　'Yes。'
　'You've　jumped　from　a　plane；〃　she　said；　making　a　statement。
　Bourne　turned。　'I　never　told　you　that〃
　〃You　talked　about　it　in　your　sleep　the　other　night　You　were　sweating；　your　face　was　flushed　and　hot　and　I　had　to　wipe　it　with　a　towel。'
　'Why　didn't　you　say　anything？！
　'I　did；　in　a　way。　I　asked　you　if　you　were　a　pilot；　or　if…flying　bothered　you。　Especially　at　night。'
　'I　didn't　know　what　you　were　talking　about。　Why　didn't　you　press　me？〃
　'I　was　afraid　to。　You　were　very　close　to　hysterics；　and　I'm　not　trained　in　things　like　that。　I　can　help　you　try　to　remember；　but　I　can't　deal　with　your　unconscious。　I　don't　think　anyone　should　but　a　doctor。'
　'A　doctor？　I　was　with　a　doctor　for　damn　near　six　months。'
　'From　what　you've　said　about　him；　I　think　another　opinion　is　called　for。'
　'I　don't！'　he　replied；　confused　by　his　own　anger。
　'Why　not？！　Marie　got　up　from　the　bed。　'You　need　help；　my　darling。　A　psychiatrist　might。。。'
　'No！'　He　shouted　in　spite　of　himself；　furious　with　himself。　'I　won't　do　that。　I　can't。'
　'Please；　tell　me　why？'　she　asked　calmly；　standing　in　front　of　him。
　'I。。。I。。。can't　do　it'
　'Just　tell　me　why；　that's　all。！
　Bourne　stared　at　her；　then　turned　and　looked　out　of　the　window　again；　his　hands　on　the　sill　again。　'Because　I'm　afraid。　Someone　lied；　and　I　was　grateful　for　that　more　than　I　can　tell　you。　But　suppose　there　aren't　any　more　lies；　suppose　the　rest　is　true。　What　do　I　do　then？
　'Are　you　saying　you　don't　want　to　find　out？'
　'Not　that　way。'　He　stood　up　and　leaned　against　the　window　frame；　his　eyes　still　on　the　lights　below。　Try　to　understand　me；'　he　said。　'I　have　to　know　certain　things。。。　enough　to　make　a　decision。。。　but　maybe　not　everything。　A　part　of　me　has　to　be　able　to　walk　away；　disappear。　I　have　to　be　able　to　say　to　myself；　what　was　isn't　any　longer；　and　there's　a　possibility　that　it　never　was　because　I　have　no　memory　of　it　What　a　person　can't　remember　didn't　exist。。。　for　him。'　He　turned　back　to　her。　'What　I'm　trying　to　tell　you　is　that　maybe　it's　better　this　way。'
　〃You　want　evidence；　but　not　proof；　is　that　what　you're　saying？'
　'I　want　arrows　pointing　in　one　direction　or　the　other；　telling　me　whether　to　run　or　not　to　run。〃
　Telling　you。　What　about　us？
　'That'll　e　with　the　arrows；　won't　it？　You　know　that。'
　'Then　let's　find　them；'　she　replied。
　'Be　careful。　You　may　not　be　able　to　live　with　what's　out　there。　I　mean　that。'
　'I　can　live　with　you。　And　I　mean　that。'　She　reached　up　and　touched　his　face。　'e　on。　It's　barely　five　o'clock　in　Ontario；　and　I　can　still　reach　Peter　at　the　office。　He　can　start　the　Tread…stone　search。。。　and　give　us　the　name　of　someone　here　at　the　embassy　who　can　help　us　if　we　need　him。'
　'You're　going　to　tell　Peter　you're　in　Paris？！
　'He'll　know　it　anyway　from　the　operator；　but　the　call　won't　be　traceable　to　this　hotel。　And　don't　worry；　I'll　keep　everything　〃in…house〃；　even　casual。　I　came　to　Paris　for　a　few　days　because　my　relatives　in　Lyons　were　simply　too　dull。　He'll　accept　that。'
　'Would　he　know　someone　at　the　embassy　here？〃
　'Peter　makes　it　a　point　to　know　someone　everywhere。　It's　one　of　his　more　useful　but　less　attractive　traits。'
　'Sounds　like　he　will。'　Bourne　got　their　coats。　'After　your　call　we'll　have　dinner。　I　think　we　could　both　use　a　drink。'
　'Let's　go　past　the　bank　on　rue　Madeleine。　I　want　to　see　something。'
　'What　can　you　see　at　night？！　'A　telephone　TJOX。　I　hope　there's　one　nearby。〃　There　was。　Diagonally　across　the　street　from　the　entrance。
　The　tall　blond　man　wearing　tortoise…shell　glasses　checked　his　watch　under　the　afternoon　sun　on　the　rue　Madeleine。　The　pavements　were　crowded；　the　traffic　in　the　street　unreasonable；　as　most　traffic　was　in　Paris。　He　entered　the　telephone　box　and　untangled　the　telephone　which　had　been　hanging　free　of　its　cradle；　the　line　knotted。　It　was　a　courteous　sign　to　the　next　would…be　user　that　the　phone　was　out　of　mission；　it　reduced　the　chance　that　the　box　would　be　occupied。　It　had　worked。
　He　glanced　at　his　watch　again；　the　time　span　had　begun。　Marie　inside　the　bank。　She　would　call　within　the　next　few　minutes。　He　took　several　coins　from　his　pocket；　put　them　on　the　ledge；　and　leaned　against　the　glass　panel；　his　eyes　on　the　bank　across　the　street。　A　cloud　diminished　the　sunlight　and　he　could　see　his　reflection　in　the　glass。。　He　approved　of　what　he　saw；　recalling　the　startled　reaction　of　a　hairdresser　in　Montparnasse　who　had　sequestered　him　in　a　curtained　booth　while　performing　the　blond　transformation。　The　cloud　passed；　the　sunlight　returned；　and　the　telephone　rang。
　'It's　you？'　asked　Marie　St　Jacques。
　'It's　me；'　said　Bourne。
　'Make　sure　you　get　the　name　and　the　location　of　the　office。　And　rough　up　your　French。　Mispronounce　a　few　words　so　he　knows　you're　American。　Tell　him　you're　not　used　to　the　telephones　in　Paris。　Then　do　everything　in　sequence。　I'll　call　you　back　in　exactly　five　minutes。〃
　'Clock's　on。'
　'What？'
　'Nothing。　I　mean；　let's　go。〃
　'All　right。。。　The　clock　is　on。　Good　luck。！
　Thanks。'　Jason　depressed　the　lever；　released　it；　and　dialled　the　number　he　had　memorized。
　'La　Banque　de　Valois。　Ban　jour。'
　'I　need　assistance；'　said　Bourne；　continuing　with　the　approximate　words　Marie　had　told　him　to　use。　'I　recently　transferred　sizeable　funds　from　Switzerland　on　a　pouch…courier　basis。　I'd　like　to　know　if　they've　cleared。'
　'That　would　be　our　Foreign　Services　Department；　sir。　I'll　connect　you。'
　A　click；　then　another　female　voice。　'Foreign　Services。'
　Jason　repeated　his　request。
　'May　I　have　your　name；　please？'
　'I'd　prefer　speaking　with　an　officer　of　the　bank　before　giving　it。'
　There　was　a　pause　on　the　line。　'Very　well；　sir。　I'll　switch　you　to　the　office　of　Vice…President　d'Amacourt。'
　Monsieur　d'Amacourt's　secretary　was　less　acmodating；　the　bank　officer's　screening　process　activated；　as　Marie　had　predicted。　So　Bourne　once　more　used　Marie's　words。　'I'm　referring　to　a　transfer　from　Zurich；　from　the　Gememschaft
　Bank　on　the　Bahnhofstrasse；　and　I'm　talking　in　the　area　of　several　figures。　Monsieur　d'Amacourt；　if　you　please。　I　have　very　little　time。'
　It　was　not　a　secretary's　place　to　be　the　cause　of　further　delay。　A　perplexed　first　vice…president　got　on　the　line。
　'May　I　help　you？'
　'Are　you　d'Amacourt？'　asked　Jason。
　'I　am　Antoine　d'Amacourt；　yes。　And　who；　may　I　ask；　is　calling？'
　'Good！　I　should　have　been　given　your　name　in　Zurich。　I'll　make　certain　next　time　certainly；'　said　Bourne；　the　redundancy　intended；　his　accent　American。
　'I　beg　your　pardon？　Would　you　be　more　fortable　speaking　English；　monsieur？〃
　'Yes；'　replied　Jason；　doing　so。　'I'm　having　enough　trouble　with　this　damn　phone。'　He　looked　at　his　watch；　he　had　less　than　two　minutes。　'My　name's　Bourne；　Jason　Bourne；　and　eight　days　ago　I　transferred　four　million　francs　from　the　Gememschaft　Bank　in　Zurich。　They　assured　me　the　transaction　would　be　confidential。。。'
　'All　transactions　are　confidential；　sir。〃
　'Fine。　Good。　What　I　want　to　know　is；　has　everything　cleared？'
　'I　should　explain；'　continued　the　bank　officer；　'that　confidentiality　excludes　blanket　confirmations　of　such　transactions　to　unknown　parties　over　the　telephone。'
　Marie　bad　been　right；　the　logic　of　her　trap　became　clearer　to　Jason。
　'I　would　hope　so；　but　as　I　told　your　secretary　I'm　in　a　hurry。　I'm　leaving　Pans　in　a　couple　of　hours　and　I　have　to　put　everything　in　order！
　'Then　I　suggest　you　e　to　the　bank。'
　'I　know　that；'　said　Bourne；　satisfied　that　the　conversation　was　going　precisely　the　way　Marie　had　foreseen。　'I　just　wanted　everything　ready　when　I　got　there。　Where's　your　office？'
　'On　the　main　floor；　Monsieur。　At　the　rear；　beyond　the　gate；　centre　door。　A　receptionist　is　there。〃
　'And　I'll　be　dealing　only　with　you；　right？〃
　'If　you　wish；　although　any　officer。。。〃
　'Look；　mister；'　exclaimed　the　ugly　American；　'we're　talking　about　millions　of　francs
　'Only　with　me；　Monsieur　Bourne。'
　Fine。　Good。'　Jason　put　his　fingers　on　the　cradle　bar。　He　had　fifteen　seconds　to　go。　'Look；　it's　two…thirty…five　now。。。〃　He　pressed　down　twice　on　the　lever；　breaking　the　line；　but　not　disconnecting　it。　'Hello？　Hello？〃
　'I　am　here；　Monsieur。'
　'Damn　phones！　Listen；　I'll。。。'　He　pressed　down　again；　now　three　times　in　rapid　succession。　'Hello？　Hello？'
　'Monsieur；　please；　if　you'll　give　me　your　telephone　number。！
　'Operator？　Operator！？'
　'Monsieur　Bourne；　please。。。'
　'I　can't　hear　you！'　Four　seconds；　three　seconds。；　two　seconds。　'Wait　a　minute。　I'll　call　you　back。'　He　held　the　lever　down；　breaking　the　connection。　Three　more　seconds　elapsed　and　the　phone　rang；　he　picked　it　up。　'His　name's　d'Amacourt；　office　on　the　main　floor；　rear；　centre　door。'
　'I've　got　it；'　said　Marie；　hanging　up。
　Bourne　dialled　the　bank　again；　inserted　coins　again。　'Je　parlais　avec　Monsieur　d'Amacourt　quand　le　telephone　coupe。。。〃
　'Je　regrette；　monsieur。'
　'Monsieur　Bourne？'
　'D'Amacourt？'
　'Yes；　I'm　so　terribly　sorry　you're　having　such　trouble。　You　were　saying？　About　the　time？'
　'Oh；　yeah。　It's　a　link　after　two…thirty。　I'll　get　there　by　three　o'clock。'
　'I　look　forward　to　meeting　you；　Monsieur。'
　Jason　reknotted　the　phone；　letting　it　hang　free；　then　left　the　box　and　walked　quickly　through　crowds　to　the　shade　of　a　shop　front　canopy。　He　t