rl.thebourneidentity-第44节
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'He was to e up to you。 He was to show himself。'
'Which he will do。 And present the piece of leather which must fit exactly！ Do you expect him to do that in the middle of the street filled with traffic？'
'I don't like it！'
'You paid me to help you and your people find someone。 Not to lose my job I I'm going！'
'It must be the Pont Neuf！'
'Kiss my ass！'
There was the sound of heavy footsteps on the metal floorboards。 'I'm ing with you！'
The panel door opened； Jason spun behind it； his hand still under his coat。 Below him a child's face was pressed against the glass of a car window； the eyes squinting； the young features contorted into an ugly mask； fright and insult the childish intent。 The swelling sound of angry horns； blaring in counterpoint； filled the street； the traffic had e to a standstill。
The courier stepped off the metal ledge； the attaché case in his left hand。 Bourne was ready； the instant the courier was on the street； he slammed the panel back into the body of the second man； crashing the heavy steel into a descending kneecap and an outstretched hand。 The man screamed； reeling backwards inside the van。 Jason shouted at the courier； the jagged scrap of leather in his free hand。
'I'm Bourne！ Here's the fragment！ And you keep that gun in its holster or you won't just lose your job； you'll lose your life； you son of a bitch！！
'I meant no harm； Monsieur！ They wanted to find you！ They have no interest in your delivery； you have my word on it！'
The door crashed open； Jason slammed it again with his shoulder； then pulled it back to see the face of Carlos's soldier； his hand on the weapon in his belt。
What he saw was the barrel of a gun； the black orifice of its opening staring him in the eyes。 He spun back； aware that the split…second delay in the gunshot that followed was caused by a burst of shrill ringing that exploded out of the armoured van。 The alarm had been tripped； the sound deafening； riding over the dissonance in the street； the gunshot seemed muted by parison； the eruption of asphalt below not heard。
Once more Jason hammered the panel。 He heard the impact of metal against metal； he had made contact with the gun of Carlos's soldier。 He pulled his own from his belt； dropped to his knees in the street； and pulled the door open。
He saw the face from Zurich； the killer they had called Johann； the man they had brought to Paris to recognize him。 〃 Bourne fired twice； the man arched backwards； blood spreading across his forehead。
The courier！ The attaché case！
Jason saw the man； he had ducked below the tailgate for protection； his weapon in his hand； screaming for help。 Bourne leaped to his feet and lunged for the extended gun； gripping the barrel； twisting it out of the courier's hand。 He grabbed the attaché case and shouted。
'No harm； right！ Give me that； you bastard！' He threw the man's gun under the van； got up； and plunged into the hysterical crowds on the pavement。
He ran wildly； blindly； the bodies in front of him the movable walls of his labyrinth。 But there was an essential difference between this gauntlet and one he lived in every day。 There was no darkness； the afternoon sun was bright； as blinding as his race through the labyrinth。
'Everything's here；〃 said Marie。 She had collated the certificates by denominations； the stacks and the franc notes on the desk。 'I told you it would be。'
'It almost wasn't。'
'What？'
The man they called Johann； the one from Zurich。 He's dead。 I killed him。'
'Jason； what happened？'
He told her。 They counted on the Pont Neuf；' he said。 'My guess is that the back…up car got caught in traffic； broke into the courier's radio frequency； and told them to delay。 I'm sure of it。'
'Oh God； they're everywhere！'
'But they don't know where I am。！ said Bourne； looking into the mirror above the bureau； studying his blond hair while putting on the tortoiseshell glasses。 'And the last place they'd expect to find me at this moment … if they conceivably thought I knew about it … would be a fashion house on Saint…Honoree。'
'Les Classiques？' asked Marie； astonished。
That's right。 Did you call it？'
'Yes； but that's insane！！
'Why？' Jason turned from the mirror。 Think about。it。 Twenty minutes ago their trap fell apart； there's got to be confusion； recriminations； accusations of inpetency； or worse。 Right now； at this moment； they're more concerned with each other than with me； nobody wants a bullet in his throat。 It won't last long； they'll regroup quickly； Carlos will make sure of that。 But during the next hour or so while they're trying to piece together what happened； the one place they won't look for me is a relay…drop they haven't the vaguest idea I'm aware of。'
'Someone will recognize you！'
'Who？ They brought in a man from Zurich to do that and he's dead。 They're not sure what I look like。'
The courier。 They'll take him； he saw you。'
'For the next few hours he'll be busy with the police。
'D'Amacourt。 The lawyer！'
'I suspect they're halfway to Normandy or Marseilles or； if they're lucky； out of the country。'
； 'Suppose they're stopped； caught？'
'Suppose they are？ Do you think Carlos would expose a drop where he gets messages？ Not on your life。 Or his。'
'Jason； I'm frightened。'
'So am I。 But not of being recognized。' Bourne returned to the mirror。 'I could give a long dissertation about facial classifications and softened features； but I won't。'
'You're talking about the evidences of surgery。 Port Noir。
'You told me。'
'Not all of it' Bourne leaned against the bureau； staring at his face。 'What colour are my eyes？'
'What？'
'No； don't look at me。 Now； tell me； what colour are my eyes？ Yours are brown with speckles of green； what about mine？'
'Blue。。。 bluish。 Or a kind of grey； really。。。' Marie stopped。 'I'm not really sure。 I suppose that's dreadful of me。'
'It's perfectly natural。 Basically they're hazel； but not all the time。 Even I've noticed it When I wear a blue shirt or tie； they bee bluer； a brown coat or jacket； they're grey。 When I'm naked； they're strangely nondescript'
That's not so strange。 I'm sure millions of people are the same。' 〃I'm sure they are。 But how many of them wear contact lenses when their eyesight is normal？'
'Contact。。。？'
〃That's what I said；' interrupted Jason。 'Certain types of contact lenses are worn to change the colour of the eyes。 They're most effective when the eyes are hazel。。。 When Washburn first examined me there was evidence of prolonged usage。 It's one of the clues； isn't it？'
'It's whatever you want to make of it；' said Marie。 'If it's true。〃
'Why wouldn't it be？'
'Because the doctor was more often drunk than sober。 You've told me that。 He piled conjecture on top of conjecture； heaven knows how often warped by alcohol He was never specific。 He couldn't be。'
'He was about one thing。 I'm a chameleon； designed to fit a flexible mould。 I want to find out whose； maybe I can now。 Thanks to you I've got an address。 Someone there may know the truth。 Just one man； that's all I need。 One person I can confront； break if I have to。。。〃
'I can't stop you； but for God's sake be careful。 If they do recognize you； they'll kill you。'
'Not there they won't； it'd be rotten for business。 This is Paris。'
'I don't think that's funny； Jason。'
'Neither do I。 I'm counting on it very seriously。'
'What are you going to do？ I mean； how？'
I'll know better when I get there。 See if anyone's running around looking nervous or anxious or waiting for a phone call as if his life depended on it'
Then what？'
I'll do the same as I did with d'Amacourt。 Wait outside and follow whoever it is。 I'm this close； I won't miss。 And I'll be careful。'
'Will you call me？'
I'll try。'
'I may go crazy waiting。 Not knowing。'
'Don't wait Can you deposit the bonds somewhere？'
The banks are closed。'
'Use a large hotel； hotels have vaults。'
'You have to have a room。'
'Take one。 At the Meurice； or the Georges Cinq。 Leave the case at the desk； but e back here。'
Marie nodded。 'It would give me something to do。'
Then call Ottawa。 Find out what happened。〃
'I will'
Bourne crossed to the bedside table and picked up a number
of five…thousand franc notes。 'A bribe would be easier；' he said。 'I don't think it'll happen； but it could。'
'It could；' agreed Marie； and then in the same breath continued； 'Did you hear yourself？ You just rattled off the names of two hotels。〃
'I heard。' He turned and faced her。 'I've been here before。 Many times。 I lived here； but not in those hotels。 In out…of…the…way streets； I think。 Not very easily found。'
The moment passed in silence； the fear electric。
'I love you； Jason。'
'I love you； too；' said Bourne。
'e back to me。 No matter what happens； e back to me。'
The lighting was soft and dramatic； pinpoint spotlights shining down from the dark brown ceiling； bathing mannequins and expensively dressed in pools of flattering yellows。 The jewelry and accessories counters were lined with black velvet； silks of bright red and green tastefully flowing above the midnight sheen； glistening eruptions of gold and silver caught in the recessed frame lights。 The aisles curved gra
