rl.thebourneultimatum-第14节

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　〃You're　right　the　first　time。　Have　you　discussed…〃
　〃Nothing　by　name；〃　broke　in　the　retired　intelligence　officer　quickly；　firmly。
　〃I　see。〃
　〃You　couldn't；〃　contradicted　Alex。　〃I　couldn't。　I'll　be　in　touch。〃　With　these　cryptic　words　Conklin　abruptly　hung　up。
　Slowly　Bourne　did　the　same；　frowning　in　concern。　Alex　was　the　one　now　sounding　melodramatic；　and　it　was　not　like　him　to　think　that　way　or　act　that　way。　Control　was　his　byword；　understatement　his　persona。　Whatever　he　had　learned　profoundly　disturbed　him　。。。　so　much　so　as　to　make　it　seem　to　Bourne　that　he　no　longer　trusted　the　procedures　he　himself　had　set　up；　or　even　the　people　he　was　working　with。　Otherwise　he　would　have　been　clearer；　more　forthing；　instead；　for　reasons　Jason　could　not　fathom；　Alexander　Conklin　did　not　want　to　talk　about　Medusa　or　whatever　he　had　learned　in　peeling　away　twenty　years　of　deceit。　。。。　Was　it　possible？
　No　time！　No　use；　not　now；　considered　Bourne；　looking　around　the　huge　department　store。　Alex　was　not　only　as　good　as　his　word；　he　lived　by　it；　as　long　as　one　was　not　an　enemy。　Ruefully；　suppressing　a　short　throated　laugh；　Jason　remembered　Paris　thirteen　years　ago。　He　knew　that　side　of　Alex；　too。　But　for　the　cover　of　gravestones　in　a　cemetery　on　the　outskirts　of　Rambouillet；　his　closest　friend　would　have　killed　him。　That　was　then；　not　now。　Conklin　said　he'd　〃be　in　touch。〃　He　would。　Until　then　the　Chameleon　had　to　build　several　covers。　From　the　inside　to　the　outside；　from　underwear　to　outerwear　and　everything　in　between。　No　chance　of　a　laundry　or　a　cleaning　mark　ing　to　light；　no　microscopic　chemical　evidence　of　a　regionally　distributed　detergent　or　fluid…nothing。　He　had　given　too　much。　If　he　had　to　kill　for　David's　family　。。。　oh；　my　God！　For　my　family！　。。。　he　refused　to　live　with　the　consequences　of　that　killing　or　those　killings。　Where　he　was　going　there　were　no　rules；　the　innocent　might　well　die　in　the　cross　fire。　So　be　it。　David　Webb　would　violently　object；　but　Jason　Bourne　didn't　give　a　goddamn。　He'd　been　there　before；　he　knew　the　statistics；　Webb　knew　nothing。
　Marie；　I'll　stop　him！　I　promise　you　I'll　rip　him　out　of　your　lives。　I'll　take　the　Jackal　and　leave　a　dead　man。　He'll　never　be　able　to　touch　you　again…you'll　be　free。
　Oh；　Christ；　who　am　I？　Mo；　help　me！　。。。　No；　Mo；　don't！　I　am　what　I　have　to　be。　I　am　cold　and　I'm　getting　colder。　Soon　I'll　be　ice　。。。　clear；　transparent　ice；　ice　so　cold　and　pure　it　can　move　anywhere　without　being　seen。　Can't　you　understand；　Mo…you；　too；　Marie…I　have　to！　David　has　to　go。　I　can't　have　him　around　any　longer。
　Forgive　me；　Marie；　and　you　forgive　me；　Doctor；　but　I'm　thinking　the　truth。　A　truth　that　has　to　be　faced　right　now。　I'm　not　a　fool；　nor　do　I　fool　myself。　You　both　want　me　to　let　Jason　Bourne　get　out　of　my　life；　release　him　to　some　infinity；　but　the　reverse　is　what　I　have　to　do　now。　David　has　to　leave；　at　least　for　a　while。
　Don't　bother　me　with　such　considerations！　I　have　work　to　do。
　Where　the　hell　is　the　men's　department？　When　he　was　finished　making　his　purchases；　all　paid　for　in　cash　with　as　many　different　clerks　as　possible；　he　would　find　a　men's　room　where　he　would　replace　every　stitch　of　clothing　on　his　body。　After　that　he　would　walk　the　streets　of　Washington　until　he　found　a　hidden　sewer　grate。　The　Chameleon；　too；　was　back。
　It　was　7：35　in　the　evening　when　Bourne　put　down　the　single…edged　razor　blade。　He　had　removed　all　the　labels　from　the　assortment　of　new　clothes；　hanging　up　each　item　in　the　closet　when　he　had　finished　except　for　the　shirts；　these　he　steamed　in　the　bathroom　to　remove　the　odor　of　newness。　He　crossed　to　the　table；　where　room　service　had　placed　a　bottle　of　Scotch　whisky；　club　soda　and　a　bucket　of　ice。　As　he　passed　the　desk　with　the　telephone　he　stopped；　he　wanted　so　terribly　to　call　Marie　on　the　island　but　knew　he　could　not；　not　from　the　hotel　room。　That　she　and　the　children　had　arrived　safely　was　all　that　mattered　and　they　had；　he　had　reached　John　St。　Jacques　from　another　pay　phone　in　Garfinkel's。
　〃Hey；　Davey；　they're　bushed！　They　had　to　hang　around　the　big　island　for　damn　near　four　hours　until　the　weather　cleared。　I'll　wake　Sis　if　you　want　me　to；　but　after　she　fed　Alison　she　just　crashed。〃
　〃Never　mind；　I'll　call　later。　Tell　her　I'm　fine　and　take　care　of　them；　Johnny。〃
　〃Will　do；　fella。　Now　you　tell　me。　Are　you　okay？〃
　〃I　said　I'm　fine。〃
　〃Sure；　you　can　say　it　and　she　can　say　it；　but　Marie's　not　just　my　only　sister；　she's　my　favorite　sister；　and　I　know　when　that　lady's　shook　up。〃
　〃That's　why　you're　going　to　take　care　of　her。〃
　〃I'm　also　going　to　have　a　talk　with　her。〃
　〃Go　easy；　Johnny。〃
　For　a　few　moments　he　had　been　David　Webb　again；　mused　Jason；　pouring　himself　a　drink。　He　did　not　like　it；　it　felt　wrong。　An　hour　later；　however；　Jason　Bourne　was　back。　He　had　spoken　to　the　clerk　at　the　Mayflower　about　his　reservation；　the　night　manager　had　been　summoned。
　〃Ah；　yes；　Mr。　Simon；〃　the　man　had　greeted　him　enthusiastically。　〃We　understand　you're　here　to　argue　against　those　terrible　tax　restrictions　on　business　travel　and　entertainment。　Godspeed；　as　they　say。　These　politicians　will　ruin　us　all！　。。。　There　were　no　double　rooms；　so　we　took　the　liberty　of　providing　you　with　a　suite；　no　additional　charge；　of　course。〃
　All　that　had　taken　place　over　two　hours　ago；　and　since　then　he　had　removed　the　labels；　steamed　the　shirts　and　scuffed　the　rubber…soled　shoes　on　the　hotel's　window　ledge。　Drink　in　hand；　Bourne　sat　in　a　chair　staring　blankly　at　the　wall；　there　was　nothing　to　do　but　wait　and　think。
　A　quiet　tapping　at　the　door　ended　the　waiting　in　a　matter　of　minutes。　Jason　walked　rapidly　across　the　room；　opened　the　door　and　admitted　the　driver　who　had　met　him　at　the　airport。　The　CIA　man　carried　an　attaché　case；　he　handed　it　to　Bourne。
　〃Everything's　there；　including　a　weapon　and　a　box　of　shells。〃
　〃Thanks。〃
　〃Do　you　want　to　check　it　out？〃
　〃I'll　be　doing　that　all　night。〃
　〃It's　almost　eight　o'clock；〃　said　the　agent。　〃Your　control　will　reach　you　around　eleven。　That'll　give　you　time　to　get　started。〃
　〃My　control　。。。　？〃
　〃That's　who　he　is；　isn't　he？〃
　〃Yes；　of　course；〃　replied　Jason　softly。　〃I'd　forgotten。　Thanks　again。〃
　The　man　left　and　Bourne　hurried　to　the　desk　with　the　attaché　case。　He　opened　it；　removing　first　the　automatic　and　the　box　of　ammunition；　then　picking　up　what　had　to　be　several　hundred　puter　printouts　secured　in　file　folders。　Somewhere　in　those　myriad　pages　was　a　name　that　linked　a　man　or　a　woman　to　Carlos　the　Jackal。　For　these　were　the　informational　printouts　of　every　guest　currently　at　the　hotel；　including　those　who　had　checked　out　within　the　past　twenty…four　hours。　Each　printout　was　supplemented　by　whatever　additional　information　was　found　in　the　data　banks　of　the　CIA；　Army　G…2　and　naval　intelligence。　There　could　be　a　score　of　reasons　why　it　might　all　be　useless；　but　it　was　a　place　to　start。　The　hunt　had　begun。
　Five　hundred　miles　north；　in　another　hotel　suite；　this　on　the　third　floor　of　Boston's　Ritz…Carlton；　there　was　another　tapping　on　another　hotel　door。　Inside；　an　immensely　tall　man；　whose　well…tailored　pin…striped　suit　made　him　appear　even　larger　than　his　nearly　six　feet　five　inches　of　height；　came　rushing　out　of　the　bedroom。　His　bald　head；　fringed　by　perfectly　groomed　gray　hair　above　his　temples；　was　like　the　skull　of　an　anointed　éminence　grise　of　some　royal　court　where　kings；　princes　and　pretenders　deferred　to　his　wisdom；　delivered　no　doubt　with　the　eyes　of　an　eagle　and　the　soaring　voice　of　a　prophet。　Although　his　rushing　figure　revealed　a　vulnerable　anxiety；　even　that　did　not　diminish　his　image　of　dominance。　He　was　important　and　powerful　and　he　knew　it。　All　this　was　in　contrast　to　the　older　man　he　admitted　through　the　door。　There　was　little　that　was　distinguished　about　this　short；　gaunt；　elderly　visitor；　instead；　he　conveyed　the　look　of　defeat。
　〃e　in。　Quickly！　Did　you　bring　the　information？〃
　〃Oh；　yes；　yes；　indeed；〃　answered　the　gray…faced　man　whose　rumpled　suit　and　ill…fitting　collar　had　both　seen　better　days　perhaps　a　decade　ago。　〃How　grand　you　look；　Randolph；〃　he　continued　in　a　thin　voice　while　studying　his　host　and　glancing　around　at　the　opulent　suite。　〃And　how　grand　a　place　this　is；　so　proper　for　such　a　distinguished　professor。〃
　〃The　information；　please；〃　insisted　Dr。　Randolph　Gates　of　Harvard；　expert　in　antitrust　law　and　highly　paid　consultant　to　numerous　industries。
　〃Oh；　give　me　a　moment；　my　old　friend。　It's　been　a　long　time　since　I've　been　near　a　hotel　suite；　much　less　stayed　in　one。　。。。　Oh；　how　things　have　changed　for　us　over　the　years。　I　read　about　you　frequently　and　I've　watched　you　on　television。　You're　so…erudite；　Randolph；　that's　the　word；　but　it's　not　enough。　It's　what　I　said　before…'grand；'　that's　what　you　are；　grand　and　erudite。　So　tall　and　imperious。〃
　〃You　might　have　been　in　the　same　position；　you　know；〃　broke　in　the　impatient　Gates。　〃Unfortunately；　you　looked　for　shortcuts　where　there　weren't　any。〃
　〃Oh；　there　were　lots　of　them。　I　just　chose　the　wrong　ones。〃
　〃I　gather　things　haven't　gone　well　for　you…〃
　〃You　don't　'gather；'　Randy；　you　know。　If　your　spies　didn't　inform　you；　certainly　you　can　tell。〃
　〃I　was　simply　trying　to　find　you。〃
　〃Yes；　that's　what　you　said　on　the