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　'I　have　no　such　plicated　reasoning。　I　e　out　of　a　country　where　educated　men　are　promoted　at　the　whim　of　morons　who　recite　Marxist　litany　by　rote。　Carlos；　too；　knew　what　to　look　for。'
　Gillette　laughed；　his　fiat　eyes　close　to　shining。　'We're　not　so　different　after　all。　Change　the　bloodlines　of　our　eastern　establishment　for　Marx　and　there's　a　distinct　parallel。'
　'Perhaps；'　agreed　the　European；　looking　again　at　his　watch。　'It　shouldn't　be　long　now。　Abbott　always　catches　the　midnight　shuttle；　his　every　hour　accounted　for　in　Washington。'　'You're　sure　he'll　e　out　alone？'　'He　always　does；　and　he　certainly　wouldn't　be　seen　with　Elliot　Stevens。　Webb　and　Stevens　will　also　leave　separately；　twenty…minute　intervals　is　standard　for　those　called　in。'　'How　did　you　find　Treadstone？'
　'It　wasn't　so　difficult　You　contributed；　Alfred；　you　were　part　of　a　damn　fine　staff。'　The　man　laughed；　his　eyes　on　the　brownstone。　'Cain　was　out　of　Medusa；　you　told　us　that；　and　if　Carlos's　suspicions　are　accurate；　that　meant　the　Monk；　we　knew　that；　it　tied　him　to　Bourne。　Carlos　instructed　us　to　keep　Abbott　under　twenty…four…hour　surveillance；　something　had　gone　wrong。　When　the　gunshots　in　Zurich　were　heard　in　Washington；　Abbott　got　careless。　We　followed　him　here。　It　was　merely　a　question　of　persistence。'　'That　led　you　to　Canada？　To　the　man　in　Ottawa？'　'The　man　in　Ottawa　revealed　himself　by　looking　for　Tread…stone。　When　we　learned　who　the　girl　was　we　had　the　Department　of　Finance　watched；　her　section　watched。　A　call　came　from　Paris；　it　was　she；　telling　him　to　start　a　search。　We　don't　know　why；　but　we　suspect　Bourne　may　be　trying　to　blow　Treadstone　apart。　If　he's　turned；　it's　one　way　to　get　out　and　keep　the　money。　It　doesn't　matter。　Suddenly；　this　section　head　no　one　outside　the　Canadian　government　had　ever　heard　of　was　transformed　into　a　problem　of　the　highest　priority。　Intelligence　munique's　were　burning　the　wires。　It　meant　Carlos　was　right；　you　were　right；　Alfred。　There　is　no　Cain。　He's　an　invention；　a　trap。'　'From　the　beginning；'　insisted　Gillette。　'I　told　you　that
　Three　years　of　false　reports；　sources　unverified。　It　was　all　there！'
　'From　the　beginning；'　mused　the　European。　'Undoubtedly　the　Monk's　finest　creation。。。　until　something　happened　and　the　creation　turned。　Everything's　turning；　it's　all　ing　apart　at　the　seams。'
　'Stevens's　being　here　confirms　that。　The　President　insists　on　knowing。'
　'He　has　to。　There's　a　nagging　suspicion　in　Ottawa　that　a　section　head　at　the　Department　of　Finance　was　killed　by　American　Intelligence。'　The　European　turned　from　the　window　and　looked　at　the　bureaucrat。　'Remember；　Alfred；　we　simply　want　to　know　what　happened。　I've　given　you　the　facts　as　we've　learned　them；　they're　irrefutable　and　Abbott　cannot　deny　them。　But　they　must　be　presented　as　having　been　obtained　independently　by　your　own　sources。　You're　appalled。　You　demand　an　accounting；　the　entire　intelligence　munity　has　been　duped。'
　'It　has；'　exclaimed　Gillette。　'Duped　and　used。　No　one　in　Washington　knows　about　Bourne；　about　Treadstone。　They've　excluded　everyone；　it　is　appalling。　I　don't　have　to　pretend。　Arrogant　bastards'。'
　'Alfred；'　cautioned　the　European；　holding　up　his　hand　in　the　shadows；　'do　remember　whom　you're　working　for。　The　threat　cannot　be　based　on　emotion；　but　on　cold　professional　outrage。　He'll　suspect　you　instantly；　you　must　dispel　those　suspicions　just　as　swiftly。　You　are　the　accuser；　not　him。'
　I'll　remember。'
　'Good。'　Headlight　beams　bounced　through　the　glass。　'Abbott's　taxi　is　here。　I'll　take　care　of　the　driver。'　The　European　reached　to　his　right　and　flipped　a　switch　beneath　the　armrest。　I'll　be　in　my　car　across　the　street；　listening。'　He　spoke　to　the　chauffeur。　'Abbott　will　be　ing　out　any　moment　now。　You　know　what　to　do。'
　The　chauffeur　nodded。　Both　men　got　out　of　the　limousine　simultaneously。　The　driver　walked　around　the　bonnet　as　if　to　escort　a　wealthy　employer　to　the　south　side　of　the　street。　Gillette　watched　through　the　rear　window；　the　two　men　stayed　together　for　several　seconds；　then　separated；　the　European　heading　for　the　approaching　cab；　his　hand　held　up；　a　note　between　his　fingers。　The　taxi　would　be　sent　away；　the　caller's　plans　had　changed。　The　chauffeur　had　raced　to　the　north　side　of　the　street　and　was　now　concealed　in　the　shadows　of　a　staircase　two　doors　away　from　Treadstone　Seventy…one。
　Thirty　seconds　later　Gillette's　eyes　were　drawn　to　the　door　of　the　brownstone。　Light　spilled　through　as　an　impatient　David　Abbott　came　outside；　looking　up　and　down　the　street；　glancing　at　his　watch；　obviously　annoyed。　The　taxi　was　late　and　he　had　a　plane　to　catch；　precise　schedules　had　to　be　followed。　Abbott　walked　down　the　steps；　turning　left　on　the　pavement；　looking　for　the　cab；　expecting　it。　In　seconds　he　would　pass　the　chauffeur。　He　did；　both　men　well　out　of　camera　range。
　The　interception　was　quick；　the　discussion　rapid。　In　moments；　a　bewildered　David　Abbott　climbed　inside　the　limousine；　and　the　chauffeur　walked　away　into　the　shadows。
　'You！'　said　the　Monk；　anger　and　disgust　in　his　voice。　'Of　all　people；　you。'
　'I　don't　think　you're　in　any　position　to　be　disdainful。。。　much　less　arrogant。'
　'What　you've　done　I　How　dare　you？　Zurich。　The　Medusa　records。　It　was　you！'
　'The　Medusa　records；　yes。　Zurich；　yes。　But　it's　not　a　question　of　what　I've　done；　it's　what　you've　done。　We　sent　our　own　men　to　Zurich；　telling　them　what　to　look　for。　We　found　it。　His　name　is　Bourne；　isn't　it？　He's　the　man　you　call　Cain。　The　man　you　invented！'
　Abbott　kept　himself　in　check。　'How　did　you　find　this　house？'
　'Persistence。　I　had　you　followed。'
　'You　had　me　followed？　What　the　hell　did　you　think　you　were　doing？'
　Trying　to　set　a　record　straight。　A　record　you've　warped　and　lied　about；　keeping　the　truth　from　the　rest　of　us。　What　did　you　think　you　were　doing？'
　'Oh；　my　God；　you　damn　fool！'　Abbott　inhaled　deeply。　'Why　did　you　do　it？　Why　didn't　you　e　to　me　yourself？'
　'Because　you'd　have　done　nothing。　You've　manipulated　the　entire　intelligence　munity。　Millions　of　dollars；　untold　thousands　of　man　hours；　embassies　and　stations　fed　lies　and　distortions　about　a　killer　that　never　existed。　Oh；　I　recall　your　words；　what　a　challenge　to　Carles。　What　an　irresistible　trap　it　was！　Only　we　were　your　pawns　too；　and　as　a　responsible　member　of　the　Security　Council　I　resent　it　deeply！　You're　all　alike。　Who　elected　you　God　so　you　could　break　the　rules　…no；　not　just　the　rules；　the　laws　…　and　make　us　look　like　fools？'
　〃There　was　no　other　way；'　said　the　old　man　wearily；　his　face　a　drawn　mass　of　crevices　in　the　dim　light。　'How　many　know？　Tell　me　the　truth。'
　'I've　contained　it。　I　gave　you　that。'
　'It　may　not　be　enough。　Oh；　Christ！'
　'It　may　not　last；　period；'　said　the　bureaucrat　emphatically。　〃I　want　to　know　what　happened。'
　'What　happened？'
　To　this　grand　strategy　of　yours。　It　seems　to　be。。。　falling　apart　at　the　seams。'
　'Why　do　you　say　that？'
　'It's　perfectly　obvious。　You've　lost　Bourne；　you　can't　find　him。　Your　Cain　has　disappeared　with　a　fortune　banked　for　him　in　Zurich。'
　Abbott　was　silent　for　a　moment。　'Wait　a　minute。　What　put　you　onto　it？'
　'You；'　said　Gillette　quickly；　the　prudent　man　rising　to　the　baited　question。　'I　must　say　I　admired　your　control　when　that　ass　from　the　Pentagon　spoke　so　knowingly　of　Operation　Medusa。。。　sitting　directly　across　from　the　man　who　created　it。'
　'History。'　The　old　man's　voice　was　strong　now。　〃That　wouldn't　have　told　you　anything。'
　'Let's　say　it　was　rather　unusual　for　you　not　to　say　anything。　I　mean；　who　at　that　table　knew　more　About　Medusa　than　you？　But　you　didn't　say　a　word　and　that　started　me　thinking。　So　I　objected　strenuously　to　the　attention　being　paid　to　this　assassin；　Cain。　You　couldn't　resist；　David。　You　had　to　offer　a　very　plausible　reason　to　continue　the　search　for　Cain。　You　threw　Carlos　into　the　hunt。'
　'It　was　the　truth；'　interrupted　Abbott。
　'Certainly　it　was；　you　knew　when　to　use　it；　and　I　knew　when　to　spot　it。　Ingenious。　A　snake　pulled　out　of　Medusa's　head；　groomed　for　a　mythical　title。　The　contender　jumps　into　the　champion's　ring　to　draw　the　champion　out　of　his　corner。'
　'It　was　sound；　sound　from　the　beginning。'
　'Why　not？　As　I　say；　it　was　ingenious；　even　down　to　every　move　made　by　his　own　people　against　Cam。　Who　better　to　relay　those　moves　to　Cain　than　the　one　man　on　the　Forty　mittee　who　is　given　reports　on　every　covert　operations　conference。　You　used　us　all！'
　The　Monk　nodded。　〃Very　well。　To　a　point　you're　right；　there've　been　degrees　of　abuse　…　in　my　opinion；　totally　justified　…　but　it's　not　what　you　think。　There　are　checks　and　balances；　there　always　are；　I　wouldn't　have　it　any　other　way。　Treadstone　is　prised　of　a　small　group　of　men　among　the　most　trustworthy　in　the　government。　They　range　from　Army　G…Two　to　the　Senate；　from　the　C。I。A。　to　Naval　Intelligence；　and　now；　frankly；　the　White　House。　Should　there　be　any　true　abuse；　there's　not　one　of　them　that　would　hesitate　to　put　a　stop　to　the　operation。　None　has　ever　seen　fit　to　do　so；　and　I　beg　you　not　to　do　so；　either。'
　'Would　I　be　made　part　of　Treadstone？'
　'You　are　part　of　it　now。'
　'I　see。　What　happened？　Where　is　Bourne？'
　'I　wish　to　God　we　knew。　We're　not　even　sure　it　is　Bourne。'
　'You're　not　even　sure　of　what？'
　I　see。　What　happened？　Where　is　Bourne？'
　I　wish　to　God　we　knew。　We're　not　even　sure　it　is　Bourne。'
　'You're　not　even　sure　of　what？'
　The　European　reached　for　the　switch　on　the　dashboard　and　snapped　it　off。　'That's　it；'　he　said。　That's　what　we　had　to　know。'　He　turned　to　the　chauffeur　beside　him。　'Quickly；　now。　Get　back　behind　the　staircase。　Remember；　if　one　of　them　es　out；　you　have　precisely　three　seconds　before　the　door　is　closed。　Work　fast。'
　The　uniformed　man　got　out　first；　he　walked　up　the　pavement　towards　Treadstone　Seventy…one。　From　one　of　the　adjacent　brownstones；　a　middle…aged　couple　were　saying　loud　good…byes　to　their　hosts；　the　chauffeur　slowed　down；　reached　into　his　pocket　for　a　cigarette　and　stopped　to　light　it　He　was　now　a　bored　driver；　whiling　away　the　hours　of　a　tedious　vigil。　The　European　watched；　then　unbuttoned　his　raincoat　and　withdrew　a　long；　thin　revolver；　its　barrel　enlarged　by　a　silencer。　He　released　the　safety　catch；　shoved　the　weapon　back　into　his　holster；　got　out　of　the　car　and