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　The　man　behind　the　wheel　pulled　the　car　into　gear　and　raced　ahead　as　his　panion　held　the　microphone；　the　antenna　rising　from　its　recess。　Orders　were　being　shouted　to　another　sedan　nearer　the　great　stone　steps。　The　speeding　taxi　swerved　out　into　the　street　by　the　River　Seine；　the　large　grey　car　directly　behind　it。　As　they　passed　within　feet　of　Jason；　the　expressions　on　the　two　men's　faces　said　it　all。　They　had　Cain　in　their　sights；　the　trap　had　closed；　and　they　would　earn　their　pay　in　a　matter　of　minutes。
　The　reverse　trap　by　the　nature　of　its　single　plication　must　be　swift　and　simpler　still。。。
　A　matter　of　minutes。。。　He　had　only　a　matter　of　moments　if　everything　he　believed　was　so。　D'Anjou！　The　contact　had　played　his　role　…　his　minor　role　…　and　was　expendable　…　as　Jacqueline　Lavier　had　been　expendable。
　Bourne　ran　out　from　between　the　two　cars　towards　the　black　saloon；　it　was　no　more　than　fifty　yards　ahead。　He　could　see　the　two　men；　they　were　converging　on　Philippe　d'Anjou；　who　was　still　pacing　in　front　of　the　marble　steps。　One　accurate　shot　from　either　man　and　d'Anjou　would　be　dead；　Treadstone　Seventy…one　gone　with　him。　Jason　ran　faster；　his　hand　inside　his　coat；　gripping　the　heavy　automatic。
　Carlos's　soldiers　were　only　yards　away；　now　hurrying　themselves；　the　execution　to　be　quick；　the　condemned　man　cut　down　before　he　understood　what　was　happening。
　'Medusa！'　roared　Bourne；　not　knowing　why　he　shouted　the　name　rather　than　d'Anjou's　own。　'Medusa；　Medusa'。'
　D'Anjou's　head　snapped　up；　shock　on　his　face。　The　driver　of　the　black　saloon　had　spun　round；　his　weapon　levelled　at　Jason；　while　his　panion　moved　towards　d'Anjou；　his　gun　aimed　at　the　former　Medusan。　Bourne　dived　to　his　right；　the　automatic　extended；　steadied　by　his　left　hand。　He　fired　in　mid…air；　his　aim　accurate；　the　man　closing　in　on　d'Anjou　arched　backwards　as　his　stiffened　legs　were　caught　in　an　instant　of　paralysis；　he　collapsed　on　the　cobblestones。　Two　spits　exploded　over　Jason's　head；　the　bullets　impacting　into　metal　behind　him。　He　rolled　to　his　left；　his　gun　again　steady；　directed　at　the　second　man。　He　pulled　the　trigger　twice；　the　driver　screamed；　an　eruption　of　blood　spreading　across　his　face　as　he　fell。
　Hysteria　swept　through　the　crowds。　Men　and　women　screamed；　parents　threw　themselves　over　children；　others　ran　up　the　steps　through　the　great　doors　of　the　Louvre　as　guards　tried　to　get　outside。　Bourne　rose　to　his　feet；　looking　for　d'Anjou。　The　older　man　had　lunged　behind　the　block　of　white　granite；　his　great　figure　now　crawling　awkwardly　in　terror　out　of　his　sanctuary。　Jason　raced　through　the　panicked　crowd；　shoving　the　automatic　into　his　belt；　separating　the　hysterical　bodies　that　stood　between　himself　and　the　man　who　could　give　him　the　answers。　Treadstone！　Treadstone！
　He　reached　the　grey…haired　Medusan。　'Get　up！'　he　ordered。　'Let's　get　out　of　here！'
　'Delta！。。。　It　was　Carlos's　man！　I　know　him；　I've　used　him！　He　was　going　to　kill　me！'
　'I　know。　e　on！　Quickly！　Others'll　be　ing　back；　they'll　be　looking　for　us。　e　on！'
　A　patch　of　black　fell　across　Bourne's　eyes；　at　the　corner　of　his　eyes。　He　spun　around；　instinctively　shoving　d'Anjou　down　as　four　rapid　shots　came　from　a　gun　held　by　a　dark　figure　standing　by　the　line　of　taxis。　Fragments　of　granite　and　marble　exploded　all　around　them。　It　was　him！　The　wide；　heavy　shoulders　that　floated　in　space；　the　tapered　waist　outlined　by　a　form…fitting　black　suit。。。　the　dark…skinned　face　encased　in　a　white　silk　scarf　below　the　narrow…brimmed　black　hat　Carlos！　Get　Carlos！　Trap　Carlos！　Cain　is　for　Charlie　and　Delta　is　for　Cain！　False！
　Find　Treadstone！　Find　a　message；　find　a　man！　Find　Jason　Bourne！
　He　was　going　mad！　Blurred　images　from　the　past　converged　with　the　terrible　reality　of　the　present；　driving　him　insane。　The　doors　of　his　mind　opened　and　closed；　crashing　open；　crashing　shut；　light　streaming　out　one　moment；　darkness　the　next。　The　pain　returned　to　his　temples　with　sharp；　jarring　notes　of　deafening　thunder。　He　started　after　the　man　in　the　black　suit　with　the　white　silk　scarf　wrapped　around　his　face。　Then　he　saw　the　eyes　and　the　barrel　of　the　gun；　three　dark　orbs　zeroed　in　on　him　like　black　laser　beams。　Bergeron？。。。　Was　it　Bergeron？　Was　it？　Or　Zurich。。。　or。。。　No　time！
　He　feigned　to　his　left　then　dived　to　the　right；　out　of　the　line　of　fire。　Bullets　splattered　into　stone；　the　screeches　of　ricochets　following　each　explosion。　Jason　spun　under　a　stationary　car；　he　could　see　the　figure　in　black　racing　away　between　the　wheels。　The　pain　remained；　but　the　thunder　stopped。　He　crawled　out　on　the　cobblestones；　rose　to　his　feet　and　ran　back　towards　the　steps　of　the　Louvre。
　What　had　he　done？　D'Anjou　was　gone。'　How　had　it　happened？　The　reverse　trap　was　no　trap　at　all！　His　own　strategy　had　been　used　against　him；　permitting　the　only　man　who　could　give　him　the　answers　to　escape。　He　had　followed　Carlos's　soldiers；　but　Carlos　bad　followed　him　since　Saint…Honoreee。　It　was　all　for　nothing；　a　sickening　hollowness　spread　through　him。
　And　then　he　heard　the　words；　spoken　from　behind　a　nearby　car。　Philippe　d'Anjou　came　cautiously　into　view。
　Tam　Quan's　never　far　away　it　seems。　Where　shall　we　go；　Delta？　We　can't　stay　here。'
　They　sat　inside　a　curtained　booth　in　a　crowded　cafe　on　the　rue　Visage；　a　back　street　that　was　hardly　more　than　an　alley　in　Montmartre。　D'Anjou　sipped　his　double　brandy；　his　voice　low；　pensive。
　'I　shall　return　to　Asia；'　he　said。　To　Singapore　or　Hong　Kong　or　even　the　Seychelles；　perhaps。　France　was　never　very　good　for　me；　now　it's　deadly。'
　'You　may　not　have　to；'　said　Bourne；　swallowing　the　whisky；　the　warm　liquid　spreading　quickly；　inducing　a　brief；　spatial　calm。　'I　meant　what　I　said。　You　tell　me　what　I　want　to　know。　I'll　give　you。。。〃　He　stopped；　the　doubts　sweeping　over　him；　no；　he　would　say　it。　'I'll　give　you　Carlos's　identity。'
　'I'm　not　remotely　interested；'　replied　the　former　Medusan；　watching　Jason　closely。　'I'll　tell　you　whatever　I　can。　Why　should　I　withhold　anything？　Obviously；　I　won't　go　to　the　authorities；　but　if　I　have　information　that　could　help　you　take
　Carlos；　the　world　would　be　a　safer　place　for　me；　wouldn't　it？　Personally；　however；　I　wish　no　involvement'
　'You're　not　even　curious？'
　'Academically；　perhaps；　for　your　expression　tells　me　I'll　be　shocked。　So　ask　your　questions；　and　then　astonish　me。'
　'You'll　be　shocked。'
　Without　warning　d'Anjou　said　the　name　quietly。　'Bergeron？'
　Jason　did　not　move；　speechless；　he　stared　at　the　older　man。　D'Anjou　continued。
　'I've　thought　about　it　over　and　over　again。　Whenever　we　talk　I　look　at　him　and　wonder。　Each　time；　however；　I　reject　the　idea。'
　'Why？'　Bourne　interrupted；　refusing　to　acknowledge　the　Medusan's　accuracy。
　'Mind　you；　I'm　not　sure；　I　just　feel　it's　wrong。　Perhaps　because　I've　learned　more　about　Carlos　from　Roue〃　Bergeron　than　anyone　else。　He's　obsessed　by　Carlos；　he's　worked　for　him　for　years；　takes　enormous　pride　in　the　confidence。　My　problem　is　that　he　talks　too　much　about　him。'
　〃The　ego　speaking　through　the　assumed　second　party？'
　'It's　possible；　I　suppose；　but　inconsistent　with　the　extraordinary　precautions　Carlos　takes；　the　literally　impenetrable　wall　of　secrecy　he's　built　around　himself。　I'm　not　certain；　of　course；　but　I　doubt　it's　Bergeron。'
　'You　said　the　name。　I　didn't。'
　D'Anjou　smiled。　'You　have　nothing　to　be　concerned　about；　Delta。　Ask　your　questions。'
　'I　thought　it　was　Bergeron。　I'm　sorry。'
　'Don't　be；　for　he　may　be。　I　told　you；　it　doesn't　matter　to　me。　In　a　few　days；　I'll　be　back　in　Asia；　following　the　franc；　or　the　dollar；　or　the　yen。　We　Medusans　were　always　resourceful；　weren't　we？'
　Jason　was　not　sure　why；　but　the　haggard　face　of　Andrel　Villiers　came　to　his　mind's　eye。　He　had　promised　himself　to　learn　what　he　could　for　the　old　soldier。　He　would　not　get　the　opportunity　again。
　'Where　does　Villiers's　wife　fit　in？'
　D'Anjou's　eyebrows　arched。　'Angelique？'　he　asked。　'But　of　course；　you　said　Pare　Monceau；　didn't　you？　How？。。。'
　The　details　aren't　important　now。'
　'Certainly　not　to　me；'　agreed　the　Medusan。
　'What　about　her？'　pressed　Bourn'。
　'Have　you　looked　at　her　closely？'　asked　d'Anjou。　'The　skin？'
　'I've　been　close　enough。　She's　tanned。　Very　tall　and　very　tanned。'
　'She　keeps　her　skin　that　way。　The　Riviera；　the　Greek　Isles；　Costa　del　Sol；　Gstaad；　she　is　never　without　a　sun…drenched　skin。'
　'It's　very　being。'
　'It's　also　a　successful　device。　It　covers　what　she　is。　For　her　there　is　no　autumn　or　winter　pallor；　no　lack　of　colour　in　her　face　or　arms　or　very　long　legs。　The　attractive　hue　of　her　skin　is　always　there；　because　it　would　be　there　in　any　event。　With　or　without　St　Tropez　or　the　Costa　Brava　or　the　Alps。'
　'What　are　you　talking　about？'
　'Although　the　stunning　Angelique　Villiers　is　presumed　to　be　Parisian；　she's　not。　She's　Hispanic。　Venezuelan；　to　be　precise。'
　'Sanchez；'　whispered　Bourne。　'Ilyich　Ramirez　Sanchez。'
　'Yes。　Among　the　very　few　who　speak　of　such　things；　it　is　said　she　is　Carlos's　first　cousin；　his　lover　since　the　age　of　fourteen。　It　is　rumoured　…　among　those　very　few　people　…that　beyond　himself　she　is　the　only　person　on　earth　he　cares　about。'
　'And　Villiers　is　the　unwitting　drone？'
　'Words　from　Medusa；　Delta？'　d'Anjou　nodded。　'Yes；　Villiers　is　the　drone。　Carlos's　brilliantly　conceived　wire　into　many　of　the　most　sensitive　departments　of　the　French　government；　including　the　files　on　Carlos　himself。'
　'Brilliantly　conceived；'　said　Jason；　remembering。　'Because　it's　unthinkable。'
　Totally。'
　Bourne　leaned　forward；　the　interruption　abrupt。　'Tread…stone；'　he　said；　both　hands　gripping　the　glass　in　front　of　him。　Tell　me　about　Treadstone　Seventy…one。'
　'What　can　/　tell　you？'
　'Everything　they　know。　Everything　Carlos　knows。'
　'I　don't　think　I'm　capable　of　doing　that。　I　hear　things；　piece　things　together；　but　except　where　Medusa's　concerned；　I'm　hardly　a　consultant；　much　less　a　confidant。'
　It　was　all　Jason　could　do　to　control　himself；　curb　himself　from　asking　about　Medusa；　about　Delta　and　Tarn　Quan；　the　winds　in　the　night　sky　and　the　darkness　and　the　explosions　of　light　that　blinded　him　whenever　he　heard　the　words。　He　could　not；　certain　things　had　to　be　assumed；　his　own　loss　passed　over；　no　indication　given。　The　priorities。　Treadstone。　Trea