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nds　and　the　terrible　sights　of　a　dark　world　that　kept　them　spinning　in　its　winds。　They　were　suddenly　breaking　out　of　that　world；　plunging　into　a　much　better　one　where　sunlight　and　blue　water　replaced　the　darkness。　They　raced　towards　it　feverishly；　furiously；　and　then　they　burst　through　and　found　it。
　Spent；　they　fell　asleep；　their　fingers　entwined。
　Bourne　woke　first；　aware　of　the　horns　and　the　engines　in　the　Paris　traffic　below　in　the　streets。　He　looked　at　his　watch；　it　was　ten　past　one　in　the　afternoon。　They　had　slept　nearly　five　hours；　probably　less　than　they　needed；　but　it　was　enough。　It　was　going　to　be　a　long　day。　Doing　what；　he　was　not　sure；　he　only　knew　that　there　were　two　telephone　numbers　that　had　to　lead　him　to　a　third。　In　New　York。
　He　turned　to　Marie；　breathing　deeply　beside　him；　her　face　…her　striking；　lovely　face　…　angled　down　on　the　edge　of　the　pillow；　her　lips　parted；　inches　from　his　lips。　He　kissed　her　and　she　reached　for　him；　her　eyes　still　closed。
　'You're　a　frog　and　I'll　make　you　a　prince；'　she　said　in　a　sleep…filled　voice。　'Or　is　it　the　other　way　around？'
　'As　expanding　as　it　may　be；　that's　not　in　my　present　frame　of　reference。'
　Then　you'll　have　to　stay　a　frog。　Hop　around；　little　frog。　Show　off　for　me。'
　'No　temptations。　I　only　hop　when　I'm　fed　flies。'
　'Frogs　eat　flies？　I　guess　they　do。　Shudder；　that's　awful。'
　'e　on；　open　your　eyes。　We've　both　got　to　start　hopping。　We've　got　to　start　hunting。'
　She　blinked　and　looked　at　him。　'Hunting　for　what？'
　'For　me；'　he　said。
　From　a　telephone　booth　on　the　rue　Lafayette；　a　reverse　charge　call　was　placed　to　a　number　in　Zurich　by　a　Mr。　Briggs。　Bourne　reasoned　that　Jacqueline　Lavier　would　have　wasted　no　time　sending　out　her　alarms；　one　must　have　been　flashed　to　Zurich。
　When　he　heard　the　ring　in　Switzerland；　Jason　stepped　back　and　handed　the　phone　to　Marie。　She　knew　what　to　say。
　She　had　no　chance　to　say　it。　The　international　operator　in　Zurich　came　on　the　line。
　'We　regret　that　the　number　you　have　called　is　no　longer　in　service。'
　'It　was　the　other　day；'　broke　in　Marie。　This　is　an　emergency；　operator。　Do　you　have　another　number？'
　The　telephone　is　no　longer　in　service；　Madame。　There　is　no　alternative　number。'
　'I　may　have　been　given　the　wrong　one。　It's　most　urgent。　Could　you　give　me　the　name　of　the　party　who　had　this　number？'
　'I'm　afraid　that's　not　possible。'
　'I　told　you；　it's　an　emergency！　May　I　speak　with　your　superior；　please？'
　'He　would　not　be　able　to　help　you。　This　number　is　an　unpublished　listing。　Good　afternoon；　Madame。'
　The　connection　was　broken。　'It's　been　disconnected；'　she　said。
　'It　took　too　goddamn　long　to　find　that　out；〃　replied　Bourne；　looking　up　and　down　the　street　'Let's　get　out　of　here。'
　'You　think　they　could　have　traced　it　here！　In　Paris？　To　a　public　phone？'
　'Within　three　minutes　an　exchange　can　be　determined；　a　district　pinpointed。　In　four；　they　can　narrow　the　blocks　down　to　half　a　dozen。'
　'How　do　you　know　that？〃
　'I　wish　I　could　tell　you。　Let's　go。'
　'Jason。　Why　not　wait　out　of　sight？　And　watch？'
　'Because　I　don't　know　what　to　watch　for　and　they　do。　They've　got　a　photograph　to　go　by；　they　could　station　men　all　over　the　area。'
　'I　don't　look　anything　like　the　picture　in　the　papers。'
　'Not　you。　Me。　Let's　go！'
　They　walked　rapidly　within　the　erratic　ebb　and　flow　of　the　crowds　until　they　reached　the　boulevard　Malesherbes　ten　blocks　away；　and　another　telephone　box；　this　with　a　different　exchange　from　the　first。　This　time　there　were　no　operators　to　go　through；　this　was　Paris。　Marie　stepped　inside；　coins　in　her　hand　and　dialled；　she　was　prepared。
　But　the　words　that　came　over　the　line　so　astonished　her：
　'La　residence　du　General　Villiers。　Bonjour？。。。　Allo？　Allo？
　For　a　moment　Marie　was　unable　to　speak。　She　simply　stared　at　the　telephone。　'Je　regrette；'　she　whispered；　'un　faux　numero。'　She　hung　up。
　'What's　the　matter？'　asked　Bourne；　opening　the　glass　door。　'What　happened？　Who　was　it？'
　'It　doesn't　make　sense；'　she　said。　'I　just　reached　the　house　of　one　of　the　most　respected　and　powerful　men　in　France。'
　'Andrel　Francois　Villiers；'　repeated　Marie；　'lighting　a　cigarette。　They　had　returned　to　their　room　at　the　Terrasse　to　sort　things　out；　to　absorb　the　astonishing　information。　'Graduate　of　St　Cyr；　hero　of　the　Second　World　War；　a　legend　in　the　Resistance；　and；　until　his　break　over　Algeria；　de　Gaulle's　heir…apparent。　Jason；　to　connect　such　a　man　with　Carlos　is　simply　unbelievable。'
　The　connection's　there。　Believe　it。'
　'It's　almost　too　difficult　Villiers　is　old…line　honour…of…France；　a　family　traced　back　to　the　seventeenth　century。　Today　he's　one　of　the　senior　deputies　in　the　National　Assembly　…　politically　to　the　right　of　Charlemagne；　to　be　sure　…　but　very　much　a　law…and…order　army　man。　It's　like　linking　Douglas　MacArthur　to　a　Mafia　hit　man。　It　doesn't　make　sense。'
　'Then　let's　look　for　some。　What　was　the　break　with　de　Gaulle？'
　'Algeria。　In　the　early　'sixties；　Villiers　was　part　of　the　O。A。S。　…one　of　the　Algerian　colonels　under　Salan。　They　opposed　the　Evian　agreements　that　gave　independence　to　Algeria；　believing　it　rightfully　belonged　to　France。'
　'The　mad　colonels　of　Algiers；'　said　Bourne；　as　with　so　many　words　and　phrases；　not　knowing　where　they　came　from；　or　why　he　said　them。
　'That　means　something　to　you？〃
　'It　must；　but　I　don't　know　what　it　is。'
　'Think。'　said　Marie。　'Why　should　the　〃mad　colonels〃　strike　a　chord　with　you？　What's　the　first　thing　that　es　to　your　mind？　Quickly！'
　Jason　looked　at　her　helplessly；　then　the　words　came。　'Bombings。。。　infiltrations。　Provocateurs。　You　study　them；　you　study　the　mechanisms。'
　'Why？'
　'I　don't　know。'
　'Are　decisions　based　on　what　you　learn？'
　'I　guess　so。'
　'What　kind　of　decisions？　You　decide　what？'
　'Disruptions。'
　'What　does　that　mean　to　you？　Disruptions。'
　'I　don't　know！　I　can't　think！'
　'All　right。。。　all　right。　We'll　go　back　to　it　some　other　time。'
　'There　isn't　time。　Let's　get　back　to　Villiers。　After　Algeria；　what？'
　There　was　a　reconciliation　of　sorts　with　de　Gaulle；　Villiers　was　never　directly　implicated　in　the　terrorism；　and　his　military　record　demanded　it。　He　returned　to　France　…　was　weled；　really　…　a　fighter　for　a　lost　but　respected　cause。　He　resumed　his　mand；　rising　to　the　rank　of　general　before　going　into　politics。〃
　'He's　a　working　politician；　then？'
　'More　a　spokesman。　An　elder　statesman。　He's　still　an　entrenched　militarist；　still　fumes　over　France's　reduced　military　stature。'
　'Howard　Leland；'　said　Jason。　〃There's　your　connection　to　Carlos。〃
　'How？　Why？'
　'Leland　was　assassinated　because　he　interfered　with　the　Quai　D'Orsay's　arms　build…ups　and　exports。　We　don't　need　anything　more。'
　'It　seems　incredible；　a　man　like　that。。。'　Marie's　voice　trailed　off；　she　was　struck　by　recollection。　'His　son　was　murdered。　It　was　a　political　thing；　about　five　or　six　years　ago。'
　Tell　me。'
　'His　car　was　blown　up　on　the　rue　du　Bac。　It　was　in　all　the　papers　everywhere。　He　was　the　working　politician；　like　his　father　a　conservative；　opposing　the　socialists　and　munists　at　every　turn。　He　was　a　young　member　of　parliament；　an　obstructionist　where　government　expenditure　was　concerned；　but　actually　quite　popular。　He　was　a　charming　aristocrat。'
　'Who　killed　him？'
　'The　speculation　was　munist　fanatics；　he'd　managed　to　block　some　legislation　or　other　that　favoured　the　extreme…left　wing。　After　he　was　murdered；　the　ranks　fell　apart　and　the　legislation　was　passed。　Many　think　that's　why　Villiers　left　the　army　and　stood　for　the　National　Assembly。。。　That's　what's　so　improbable；　so　contradictory。　After　all；　his　son　was　assassinated；　you'd　think　the　last　person　on　earth　he'd　want　to　have　anything　to　do　with　would　be　a　professional　assassin。'
　'There's　also　something　else。　You　said　he　was　weled　back　to　Paris　because　he　was　never　directly　implicated　in　the　terrorism。。。'
　'If　he　was；'　interrupted　Marie；　'it　was　buried。　They're　more　tolerant　of　passionate　causes　over　here　where　patriotism　and　the　bed　are　concerned。　And　he　was　a　legitimate　hero；　don't　forget　that。'
　'But　once　a　terrorist；　always　a　terrorist；　don't　you　forget　that。'
　'I　can't　agree。　People　change。'
　'Not　about　some　things。　No　terrorist　ever　forgets　how　effective　he's　been；　he　lives　on　it。'
　'How　would　you　know　that？'
　'I'm　not　sure　I　want　to　ask　myself　right　now。'
　〃Then　don't。'
　'But　I　am　sure　about　Villiers。　I'm　going　to　reach　him。'　Bourne　crossed　to　the　bedside　table　and　picked　up　the　telephone　book。　'Let's　see　if　he's　listed　or　if　that　number's　private。　I'll　need　his　address。'
　'You　won't　get　near　him。　If　he's　Carlos's　connection；　he'll　be　guarded。　They'll　kill　you　on　sight；　they　have　your　photograph　remember？〃
　'It　won't　help　them。　I　won't　be　what　they're　looking　for。。。　Here　it　is。　Villiers；　A。　F。　Pare　Monceau。'
　'I　still　can't　believe　it。　Just　knowing　whom　she　was　calling　must　have　put　the　Lavier　woman　in　shock。'
　'Or　frightened　her　to　the　point　where　she'd　do　anything。'
　'Doesn't　it　strike　you　as　odd　that　she'd　be　given　that　number？'
　'Not　under　the　circumstances。　Carlos　wants　his　drones　to　know　he　isn't　kidding。　He　wants　Cain。'
　Marie　stood　up。　'Jason？　What's　a　〃drone〃？'
　Bourne　looked　up　at　her。　'I　don't　know。。。　Someone　who　works　blind　for　somebody　else。'
　'Blind？　Not　seeing？'
　'Not　knowing。　Thinking　he's　doing　one　thing　when　he's　really　doing　something　else。'
　'I　don't　understand。'
　'Let's　say　I　tell　you　to　watch　for　a　car　at　a　certain　street　corner。　The　car　never　shows　up；　but　the　fact　that　you're　there　tells　someone　else　who's　watching　for　you　that　something　else　has　happened。'
　'Arithmetically；　an　untraceable　message。'
　'Yes；　I　guess　so。〃
　'That's　what　happened　in　Zurich。　Walther　Apfel　was　a　drone。　He　released　that　story　about　the　theft　not　knowing　what　he　was　really　saying。'
　'Which　was？'
　'It's　a　good　guess　that　you　were　being　told　to　reach　someone。〃
　'Treadstone　Seventy…one；'　said　Jason。　'We're　back　to　Villiers。　Carlos　found　me　in　Zurich　through　the　Gemeinschaft。　That　means　he　had　to　know　about　Treadstone；　it's　a　good　chance　that　Villiers　does　too。　If　he　doesn't；　there　may　be　a　way　of　getting　him　to　find　out　for　us。'
　'How？'
　'His　name。　If　he's　everything　you　say　he　is；　he　thinks　pr