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d this afternoon； if she were a direct relay to Carlos she should have been close to hysterics。 I saw her。 She wasn't； she behaved as if nothing had happened except a good day in the shop。'
'But she was a relay； as you call it。 D'Amacourt explained that。 The fiche。'
'Indirect。 She gets a phone call and is told what to say before making another call herself。' Actually； Jason thought； the invented assessment was based on reality。 Jacqueline Lavier was； indeed； an indirect relay。
'You couldn't just walk around asking questions without seeming suspicious；' protested Marie。
'You can；〃 answered Bourne； 'if you're an American writer doing an article on the boutiques in Saint…Honoree for a national magazine。'
'That's very good； Jason。'
'It worked。 No one wants to be left out。'
'What did you learn？'
'Like most of those kinds of places； Les Classiques has its own clientele； all wealthy； most known to each other and with the usual marital intrigues and adulteries that go with the scene。 Carlos knew what he was doing； it's a regular answering service over there； but not the kind listed in a phone book。'
'People told you that？' asked Marie； holding his arms； watching his eyes。
'Not in so many words；〃 he said； aware of the shadows of her disbelief。 'The accent was always on this Bergeron's talent； but one thing leads to another。 You can get the picture。 Everyone seems to gravitate to that manager。 From what I've gathered； she's a font of social information； although she probably couldn't tell me anything except that she did someone a favour … an acmodation … and that someone will turn out to be someone else who did another favour for another someone。 The source could be untraceable； but it's all I've got。'
'Why the meeting tonight at the bastringue？'
'He came over to me when I was leaving and said a very strange thing。' Jason did not have to invent this part of the lie。 He had read the words on a note in an elegant restaurant in Argenteuil less than an hour ago。 'He said； 〃You may be who you say you are； and then again； you may not。〃 That's when he suggested a drink later on； away from Saint…Honoree。' Bourne saw her doubts receding。 He had done it； she accepted the tapestry of lies。 And why not？ He was a man of immense skill and extremely inventive。 The appraisal was not loathsome to him； he was Cain。
'He may be the one； Jason。 You said you only needed one； he could be it！'
'We'll see。' Bourne looked at his watch。 The countdown to his departure had begun； he could not look back。 'We've got almost two hours。 Where did you leave the attaché case？'
'At the Meurice； I'm registered there。'
'Let's pick it up and get some dinner。 You haven't eaten； have you？'
'No。。。' Marie's expression was quizzical。 'Why not leave the case where it is？ It's perfectly safe； we wouldn't have to worry about it。'
'We would if we had to get out of here in a hurry；' he said almost brusquely； going to the bureau。 Everything was a question of degree now； traces of friction gradually slipping into speech； into looks； into touch。 Nothing alarming； nothing based in false heroics； she would see through such tactics。 Only enough so that later she would understand the truth when she read his words。 'It's over。 I've found my arrows；。。'
'What's the matter； darling？'
'Nothing。' The chameleon smiled。 'I'm just tired and probably a little discouraged。'
'Good heavens； why？ A man wants to meet you confidentially late at night； a man who operates a switchboard。 He could lead you somewhere！ And you're convinced you've narrowed Carlos's contact down to this woman； she's bound to be able to tell you something … whether she wants to or not。 In a macabre way； I'd think you'd be elated。'
'I'm not sure I can explain it；' said Jason； now looking at her reflection in the mirror。 'You'd have to understand what I found there。〃
'What you found？' A question。
'What I found。' A statement。 'It's a different world；〃 continued Bourne； reaching for the bottle of Scotch and a glass； 'different people。 It's soft and beautiful and frivolous； with lots of tiny spotlights and dark velvet。 Nothing's taken seriously except gossip and indulgence。 Any one of those giddy people … including that woman … could be a relay for Carlos and never know it； never even suspect it。 A man like Carlos would use such people； anyone like him would； including me。。。 That's what I found。 It's discouraging。'
'And unreasonable。 Whatever you believe； those people make very conscious decisions。 That indulgence you talk of demands it； they think。 And you know what I think？ I think you are tired； and hungry； and need a drink or two。 I wish you could put off tonight； you've been through enough for one day。'
'I can't do that；' he said sharply。
'All right； you can't；' she answered defensively。
'Sorry； I'm edgy。'
'Yes。 I know。' She started for the bathroom。 I'll freshen up and we can go。。。 Pour yourself a stiff one； darling。 Your teeth are showing。〃
'Marie？〃
'Yes？'
Try to understand。 What I found there upset me。 I thought it would be different。 Easier。〃
'While you were looking； I was waiting； Jason。 Not knowing。 That wasn't easy either。'
'I thought you were going to call Canada。 Didn't you？。'
She held her place for a moment。 'No；' she said。 'It was too late。'
The bathroom door closed； Bourne walked to the desk across the room。 He opened the drawer； took out stationery； picked up the ballpoint pen； and wrote the words。
It's over。 I've found my arrows。 Go back to Canada and say nothing for both our sakes。 I know where to reach you；
He folded the stationery； inserted it into an envelope； holding the flap open as he reached for his wallet。 He took out both the French and the Swiss notes； slipping them behind the folded paper； and sealed the envelope。 He wrote on the front：
Marie。
He wanted so desperately to add：
My love； my dearest love。
He did not。 He could not。
The bathroom door opened。 He put the envelope in his jacket pocket。 That was quick；' he said。
'Was it？ I didn't think so。 What are you doing？'
'I wanted a pen；' he answered； picking up the ballpoint。 'If that fellow has anything to tell me I want to be able to write it down。'
Marie was by the bureau； she glanced at the dry； empty glass。 'You didn't have your drink。'
'I didn't use the glass。'
'I see。 Shall we go？'
They waited in the corridor for the rumbling lift； the silence between them awkward； in a real sense unbearable。 He reached for her hand。 At the touch she gripped his； staring at him； her eyes telling him that her control was being tested and she did not know why。 Quiet signals had been sent and received； not loud enough or abrasive enough to be alarms； but they were there and she heard them。 It was part of the countdown； rigid； irreversible； prelude to his departure。
Oh； God； I love you so。 You are next to me and we are touching and I am dying。 But you cannot die with me。 You must not。 I am Cain。
'We'll be fine；' he said。
The metal cage vibrated noisily into its recessed perch。 Jason pulled the brass grille open； then suddenly swore under his breath。
'Oh； Christ； I forgot！'
'What？'
'My wallet。 I left it in the bureau drawer this afternoon in case there was any trouble in Saint…Honoree。 Wait for me in the lobby。' He gently swung her through the gate； pressing the button with his free hand。 'I'll be right down。' He closed the grille； the brass latticework cutting off the sight of her startled eyes。 He turned away and walked rapidly back towards the room。
Inside； he took the envelope out of his pocket and placed it against the base of the lamp on the bedside table。 He stared down at it； the ache unendurable。
'Good…bye； my love；' he whispered。
Bourne waited in the drizzle outside the Hotel Meurice on the rue de Rivoli； watching Marie through the glass doors of the entrance。 She was at the front desk； having signed for the attaché case which had been handed to her over the counter。 She was now obviously asking a mildly astonished clerk for her bill； about to pay for a room that had been occupied less than six hours。 Two minutes passed before the bill was presented。 Reluctantly； it was no way for a guest at the Meurice to behave。 Indeed； all Paris shunned such inhibited visitors。
Marie walked out onto the pavement； joining him in the shadows and the mist…like drizzle to the left of the canopy。 She gave him the attaché case； a forced smile on her lips； a slight breathless quality in her voice。
'That man didn't approve of me。 I'm sure he's convinced I used the room for a series of quick tricks。'
'What did you tell him？' asked Bourne。
'That my plans had changed； that's all。〃
'Good； the less said the better。 Your name's on the registration card。 Think up a reason why you were there。'
'Think up？。。。 I should think up a reason？' She studied his eyes； the smile gone。
'I mean we'll think up a reason。 Naturally。'
'Naturally。'
'Let's go。' They started walking towards the corner； the traffic noisy in the street； the drizzle in the air fuller； the mist denser； the promise of heavy rain imminent。 He took her arm … not to guide her； not even out of courtesy … only to touch her； to hold a part of her。 There w