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〃The obvious would be to do nothing；〃 answered Bourne； his eyes on the scene below。 〃And he wouldn't accept that because his uncertainty is too strong。 He'd say to himself； He's better than that。 I could blow him away with a rocket； so he's somewhere else。〃
〃I think you're correct。〃
Jason reached down and picked up the hand…held radio from the sill。 He pressed the button and spoke。 〃Johnny？〃
〃Yes？〃
〃Those four black priests on the path； do you see them？〃
〃Yes。〃
〃Have a guard stop them and bring them into the lobby。 Tell him to say the owner wants to see them。〃
〃Hey； they're not going into the villa； they're just passing by offering prayers to the bereaved inside。 The vicar from town called and I gave him permission。 They're okay； David。〃
〃The hell they are；〃 said Jason Bourne。 〃Do as I say。〃 The Chameleon spun around on the stool； looking at the objects in the storage room。 He slid off his perch and walked to a bureau with a mirror attached to its top。 He yanked the automatic from his belt； smashed the glass； picked up a fragment and brought it to Fontaine。 〃Five minutes after I leave； flash this every now and then in the window。〃
〃I shall do so from the side of the window； monsieur。〃
〃Good thinking。〃 Jason relented to the point of a brief slight smile。 〃It struck me that I didn't really have to suggest that。〃
〃And what will you do？〃
〃What he's doing now。 Bee a tourist in Montserrat； a roving 'guest' at Tranquility Inn。〃 Bourne again reached down for the radio； he picked it up； pressed the button and gave his orders。 〃Go to the men's shop in the lobby and get me three different guayabera jackets； a pair of sandals； two or three wide…brimmed straw hats and gray or tan walking shorts。 Then send someone to the tackle shop and bring me a reel of line； hundred…pound test； a scaling knife…and two distress flares。 I'll meet you on the steps up here。 Hurry。〃
〃You will not heed my words； then；〃 said Fontaine； lowering the binoculars and looking at Jason。 〃Monsieur le Chameleon goes to work。〃
〃He goes to work；〃 replied Bourne； replacing the radio on the sill。
〃If you or the Jackal or both of you are killed； others may die； innocent people slaughtered…〃
〃Not because of me。〃
〃Does it matter？ Does it matter to the victims or their families who is responsible？〃
〃I didn't choose the circumstances； old man； they were chosen for me。〃
〃You can change them； alter them。〃
〃So can he。〃
〃He has no conscience…〃
〃You're one hell of an authority on that score。〃
〃I accept the rebuke； but I have lost something of great value to me。 Perhaps it's why I discern a conscience in you…a part of you。〃
〃Beware the sanctimonious reformer。〃 Jason started for the door and the beribboned military tunic that hung on an old coatrack alongside the visored officer's hat。 〃Among other things he's a bore。〃
〃Shouldn't you be watching the path below while the priests are detained？ It will take some time for St。 Jacques to get the items you asked for。〃
Bourne stopped and turned； his eyes cold on the verbose old Frenchman。 He wanted to leave； to get away from this old； old man who talked too much…said too much！ But Fontaine was right。 It would be stupid not to watch what happened below。 An awkward； unusual reaction on the part of someone； an abrupt； startled glance by someone in an unexpected direction…it was the little things； the sudden involuntary； precisely imprecise small motions that so often pointed to the concealed string that was the fuse leading to the explosive trap。 In silence； Jason walked back to the window； picked up the binoculars and put them to his face。
A police officer in the tan…and…scarlet uniform of Montserrat approached the procession of four priests on the path； he was obviously as bewildered as he was deferential； nodding courteously as the four gathered together to listen； gesturing politely toward the glass doors of the lobby。 Bourne's eyes shifted within the frame of vision； studying the black features of each cleric； one after another in rapid succession。 He spoke quietly to the Frenchman。 〃Do you see what I see？〃
〃The fourth one； the priest who was last；〃 replied Fontaine。 〃He's alarmed； but the others are not。 He's afraid。〃
〃He was bought。〃
〃Thirty pieces of silver；〃 agreed the Frenchman。 〃You'll go down and take him； of course。〃
〃Of course not；〃 corrected Jason。 〃He's right where I want him to be。〃 Bourne grabbed the radio off the sill。 〃Johnny？〃
〃Yes？ 。。。 I'm in the shop。 I'll be up in a few minutes…〃
〃Those priests； do you know them？〃
〃Only the one who calls himself the 'vicar'； he es around for contributions。 And they're not really priests； David； they're more like 'ministers' in a religious order。 Very religious and very local。〃
〃Is the vicar there？〃
〃Yes。 He's always first in line。〃
〃Good。 。。。 Slight change of plans。 Bring the clothes to your office； then go and see the priests。 Tell them an official of the government wants to meet them and make a contribution in return for their prayers。〃
〃What？〃
〃I'll explain later。 Now hurry up。 I'll see you in the lobby。〃
〃You mean my office； don't you？ I've got the clothes； remember？〃
〃They'll e later…roughly a minute later； after I get out of this uniform。 Do you have a camera in your office？〃
〃Three or four of them。 Guests are always leaving them behind…〃
〃Put all of them with the clothes；〃 interrupted Jason。 〃Get going！〃 Bourne shoved the radio into his belt； then changed his mind。 He pulled it out and handed it to Fontaine。 〃Here； you take this。 I'll get another and stay in contact。 。。。 What's happening down there？〃
〃Our alarmed priest looks around as they go to the lobby doors。 He's truly frightened now。〃
〃Where's he looking？〃 asked Bourne； grabbing the binoculars。
〃That's of no help。 In every direction。〃
〃Damn！〃
〃They're at the doors now。〃
〃I'll get ready…〃
〃I'll help you。〃 The old Frenchman got off the stool and went to the coatrack。 He removed the tunic and the hat。 〃If you are about to do what I think you intend doing； try to stay by a wall and don't turn around。 The governor's aide is somewhat stouter than you and we must bunch the jacket in the back。〃
〃You're pretty good at this； aren't you？〃 said Jason； holding out his arms so as to be helped into the tunic。
〃The German soldiers were always much fatter than we were； especially the corporals and the sergeants…all that sausage； you know。 We had our tricks。〃 Suddenly； as if he had been shot or seized by a convulsion； Fontaine gasped； then lurched in front of Bourne。 〃Mon Dieu！ 。。。 C'est terrible！ The governor…〃
〃What？〃
〃The Crown governor！〃
〃What about him？〃
〃At the airport； it was so quick； so rapid！〃 cried the old Frenchman。 〃And everything that has happened； my woman； the killing… Still； it is unforgivable of me！〃
〃What are you talking about？〃
〃That man in the villa； the military officer whose uniform you wear。 He's his aide！〃
〃We know that。〃
〃What you do not know； monsieur； is that my very first instructions came from the Crown governor。〃
〃Instructions？〃
〃From the Jackal！ He is the contact。〃
〃Oh； my God；〃 whispered Bourne； rushing to the stool where Fontaine had put the radio。 He took a deep breath as he picked it up； his thoughts racing； control imperative。 〃Johnny？〃
〃For Christ's sake； my arms are full and I'm on my way to the office and those goddamned monks are in the lobby waiting for me！ What the hell do you want now？〃
〃Take it easy and listen very carefully。 How well do you know Henry？〃
〃Sykes？ The CG's man？〃
〃Yes。 I've met him a few times but I don't know him； Johnny。〃
〃I know him very well。 You wouldn't have a house and I wouldn't have Tranquility Inn if it wasn't for him。〃
〃Is he in touch with the governor？ I mean right now； is he keeping the CG posted about what's going on here。 Think； Johnny。 It's important。 There's a phone in that villa； he could be in contact with Government House。 Is he？〃
〃You mean with the CG himself？〃
〃With anyone over there。〃
〃Believe me； he's not。 Everything's so quiet not even the police know what's going on。 And as far as the CG is concerned； he's only been given the vaguest scenario； no names； nothing； only a trap。 He's also out on his boat and doesn't want to know a damn thing until it's all over。 。。。 Those were his orders。〃
〃I'll bet they were。〃
〃Why do you ask？〃
〃I'll explain later。 Hurry up！〃
〃Will you stop saying that？〃
Jason put down the radio and turned to Fontaine。 〃We're clear。 The governor isn't one of the Jackal's army of old men。 He's a different kind of recruit； probably like that lawyer Gates in Boston…just bought or frightened； no soul involved。〃
〃You're certain？ Your brother…in…law is certain？〃
〃The man's out on his boat。 He was given a bare…bones outline but that's all； and his orders were that he's not to be told anything else until it's all over。〃
The Frenchman sighed。 〃It's a pity my mind is so old and so filled with salt。 If I had remembered； we could have used him。 e； the jacket。〃
〃How could we have used him？〃 asked Bourne； again holding out his arms。
〃He removed himself to the gradins…how is it said？〃
〃The bleachers。 He's out of the game； only