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ature forts； entry into the great houses； easy friendship with the celebrated； it's all very understandable。 In exchange for these things； one brings a beautiful panion into his home； shows her off among his peers … a form of continuing virility； as it were。 But there are always doubts。' The old soldier stopped for several moments； what he had to say was not easy for him。 'Will she take a lover？' he continued softly。 'Does she long for a younger； firmer body； one more in tune with her own？ If she does； one can accept it … even be relieved； I imagine … hoping to God she has the sense to be discreet。 A cuckolded statesman loses his constituency faster than a sporadic drunk； it means he's fully lost his grip。。。 There are other worries。 Will she abuse his name？ Publicly condemn an adversary whom one is trying to win over？ These are the inclinations of the young； they are manageable； part of the risks in the exchange。。。 But there is one underlying doubt that if proved justified cannot be tolerated。 And that is if she is part of a design。 From the beginning。'
'You've felt it then？' asked Jason quietly。
'Feelings are not reality！' shot back the old soldier vehemently。 They have no place in observing the field。'
'Then why are you telling me this？'
Villiers's head arched back； then fell forward； his eyes on the water。 'There could be a simple explanation for what we both saw tonight。 I pray there is； and I shall give her every opportunity to provide it。' The old man paused again。 'But in my heart I know there isn't。 I knew it the moment you told me about Les Classiques。 I looked across the street at the door of my house； and suddenly a number of things fell painfully into place。 For the past two hours I have played the devil's advocate； there is no point in continuing。 There was my son before there was this woman。'
'But you said you trusted her judgment that she was a great help to you。'
'True。 You see； I wanted to trust her； desperately wanted to trust her。 The easiest thing in the world is to convince yourself that you're right。 As one grows old it is easier still
'What fell into place for you？'
'The very help she gave me； the very trust I placed in her。〃 Villiers turned and looked at Jason。 'You have extraordinary knowledge about Carlos。 I've studied those files as closely as any man alive； for I would give more than any man alive to see him caught and executed； I alone the firing squad。 And swollen as they are； those files do not approach what you know。 Yet your concentration is solely on his kills； his methods of assassination。 You've overlooked the other side of Carlos。 He not only sells his gun； he sells a country's secrets。'
'I know that；' Bourne said。 'It's not the side。。。'
'For example；' continued the general； as if he had not heard Jason。 'I have access to classified documents dealing with France's military and nuclear security。 Perhaps five other men … all above suspicion … share that access。 Yet with damning regularity we find that Moscow has learned this； Washington that； Peking something else。'
'You discussed those things with your wife？' asked Bourne； surprised。
'Of course not。 Whenever I bring such papers home； they are placed in a vault in my office。 No one may enter that room except in my presence。 There is only one other person who has a key； one other person who knows the whereabouts of the alarm switch。 My wife。〃
'I'd think that would be as dangerous as discussing the material。 Both could be forced from her。'
'There was a reason。 I'm at the age when the unexpected is a daily occurrence； I mend you to the obituary pages。 If anything happened to me she is instructed to telephone the Brevet Militaire； go down to my office and stay by that vault until the security personnel arrive。'
'Couldn't she simply stay by the door？'
'Men of my years have been known to pass away at their desks。' Villiers closed his eyes。 'All along it was she。 The one house； the one place no one believed possible。'
'Are you sure？〃
'More than I dare admit to myself。 She was the one who insisted on the marriage。 I repeatedly brought up the disparity of our ages but she would have none of it。 It was the years together； she claimed； not those that separated our birth dates。 She offered to sign an agreement renouncing any claim to the Villiers estate and； of course； I would have none of that； for it was proof of her mitment to me。 The adage is quite right： the old fool is the plete fool。。。。 Yet there were always the doubts； they came with the trips； with the unexpected separations。'
'Unexpected？'
'She has many interests； forever demanding her attention。 A Franco…Swiss museum in Grenoble； a fine arts gallery in Amsterdam； a monument to the Resistance in Boulogne…sur…Mer； an idiotic oceanography conference in Marseilles。 We had a heated argument over that one。 I needed her in Paris； there were diplomatic functions。 I had to attend and I wanted her with me。 She would not stay。 It was as though she were being ordered to be here and there and somewhere else at a given moment。'
Grenoble … near the Swiss border； an hour from Zurich。 Amsterdam。 Boulogne…sur…Mer … on the Channel； an hour from London。 Marseilles。。。 Carlos。
'When was the conference in Marseilles？〃 asked Jason。
'Last August； I believe。 Towards the latter part of the month。'
'On 24 August at five o'clock in the afternoon； Ambassador Howard Leland was assassinated on the Marseilles waterfront。'
'Yes； I know；' said Villiers。 'You spoke of it before。 I mourn the passing of the man； not his judgments。' The old soldier stopped； he looked at Bourne。 'My God' he whispered。 'She had to be with him。 Carlos summoned her and she came to him。 She obeyed。'
'I never went this far；' said Jason。 'I swear to you I thought of her as a relay … a blind relay。 I never went this far。〃
Suddenly； from the old man's throat came a scream … deep and filled with agony and hatred。 He brought his hands to his face； his head arched back once again in the moonlight； and he wept。
Bourne did not move； there was nothing he could do。 'I'm sorry；' he said。
The general regained control 'And so am I；' he replied finally。 'I apologize。'
'No need to。'
'I think there is。 We will discuss it no further。 I shall do what has to be done。'
'Which is？'
The soldier sat erect on the bench； his jaw firm。 'You can ask that？'
'I have to ask it。'
'Having done what she's done is no different from having killed the child of mine she did not bear。 She pretended to hold his memory dear。 Yet she was and is an acplice to his murder。 And all the while she mitted a second treason against the nation I have served throughout my life。'
'You're going to kill her？'
'I'm going to kill her。 She will tell me the truth and she will die。'
'She'll deny everything you say。'
'I doubt it。'
That's crazy！
'Young man； I've spent over half a century trapping and fighting the enemies of France； even when they were Frenchmen。 The truth will be heard。'
'What do you think she's going to do？ Sit there and listen to you and calmly agree that she's guilty？'
'She'll do nothing calmly。 But she'll agree； she'll proclaim it。'
'Why would she？'
'Because when I accuse her she'll have the opportunity to kill me。 When she makes the attempt； I will have my explanation； won't I？'
'You'd take that risk？'
'I must take it。'
'Suppose she doesn't make the attempt； doesn't try to kill you？'
That would be another explanation；〃 Villiers said。 'In that unlikely event； I should look to my flanks if I were you； Monsieur。' He shook his head。 'It will not happen。 We both know it； I far more clearly than you。'
'Listen to me；' insisted Jason。 'You say there was your son first Think of him Go after the killer； not the acplice。
She's an enormous wound for you； but he's a greater wound。 Get the man who killed your son！ In the end； you'll get both。 Don't confront her； not yet！ Use what you know against Carlos。 Hunt him with me。 No one's ever been this close。'
'You ask more than I can give；' said the old man。
'Not if you think about your son。 If you think of yourself； it is！ But not if you think of the rue du Bac！'
'You are excessively cruel； Monsieur。'
'I'm right and you know it。'
A high cloud floated by in the night sky； briefly blocking the light of the moon。 Darkness was plete； Jason shivered。 The old soldier spoke； resignation in his voice。
'Yes； you are right；' he said。 'Excessively cruel and excessively right。 It's the killer； not the whore； who must be stopped。 How do we work together？ Hunt together？'
Bourne closed his eyes briefly in relief。 'Don't do anything。 Carlos must be looking for me all over Paris。 I've killed his men； uncovered a drop； found a contact。 I'm too close to him。 Unless we're both mistaken your telephone will bee busier and busier。 I'll make sure of it。'
'How？'
'I'll intercept a half a dozen employees of Les Classiques。' Several clerks； the Lavier woman； Bergeron maybe； and certainly the man at the switchboard。 They'll talk。 And so will I。 That phone of yours will be busy as hell。'
'But what of me？ What do I do？'
'Stay at home。 Say you're not feeling well。 And whenever that phone rings； stay near whoever else answ