rl.thebourneidentity-第72节
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rom Brussels。
In the room； they stood for a moment； no words necessary for what each was seeing and feeling。 They came together； touching； holding； closing out the abusive world that refused them peace； that kept them balancing on taut wires next to each other； high above a dark abyss； if either fell； it was the end for both。
Bourne could not change his colour for the immediate moment It would be false； and there was no room for artifice。 'We need some rest；' he said。 'We've got to get some sleep。 It's going to be a long day。'
They made love。 Gently； pletely； each with the other in the warm； rhythmic fort of the bed。 And there was a moment； a foolish moment； when adjustment of an angle was breathlessly necessary and they laughed。 It was a quiet laugh； at first even an embarrassed laugh； but the observation was there； the appraisal of foolishness intrinsic to something very deep between them。 They held each other more fiercely when the moment passed； more and more intent on sweeping away the awful sounds and the terrible sights of a dark world that kept them spinning in its winds。 They were suddenly breaking out of that world； plunging into a much better one where sunlight and blue water replaced the darkness。 They raced towards it feverishly； furiously； and then they burst through and found it。
Spent； they fell asleep； their fingers entwined。
Bourne woke first； aware of the horns and the engines in the Paris traffic below in the streets。 He looked at his watch； it was ten past one in the afternoon。 They had slept nearly five hours； probably less than they needed； but it was enough。 It was going to be a long day。 Doing what； he was not sure； he only knew that there were two telephone numbers that had to lead him to a third。 In New York。
He turned to Marie； breathing deeply beside him； her face …her striking； lovely face … angled down on the edge of the pillow； her lips parted； inches from his lips。 He kissed her and she reached for him； her eyes still closed。
'You're a frog and I'll make you a prince；' she said in a sleep…filled voice。 'Or is it the other way around？'
'As expanding as it may be； that's not in my present frame of reference。'
Then you'll have to stay a frog。 Hop around； little frog。 Show off for me。'
'No temptations。 I only hop when I'm fed flies。'
'Frogs eat flies？ I guess they do。 Shudder； that's awful。'
'e on； open your eyes。 We've both got to start hopping。 We've got to start hunting。'
She blinked and looked at him。 'Hunting for what？'
'For me；' he said。
From a telephone booth on the rue Lafayette； a reverse charge call was placed to a number in Zurich by a Mr。 Briggs。 Bourne reasoned that Jacqueline Lavier would have wasted no time sending out her alarms； one must have been flashed to Zurich。
When he heard the ring in Switzerland； Jason stepped back and handed the phone to Marie。 She knew what to say。
She had no chance to say it。 The international operator in Zurich came on the line。
'We regret that the number you have called is no longer in service。'
'It was the other day；' broke in Marie。 This is an emergency； operator。 Do you have another number？'
The telephone is no longer in service； Madame。 There is no alternative number。'
'I may have been given the wrong one。 It's most urgent。 Could you give me the name of the party who had this number？'
'I'm afraid that's not possible。'
'I told you； it's an emergency！ May I speak with your superior； please？'
'He would not be able to help you。 This number is an unpublished listing。 Good afternoon； Madame。'
The connection was broken。 'It's been disconnected；' she said。
'It took too goddamn long to find that out；〃 replied Bourne； looking up and down the street 'Let's get out of here。'
'You think they could have traced it here！ In Paris？ To a public phone？'
'Within three minutes an exchange can be determined； a district pinpointed。 In four； they can narrow the blocks down to half a dozen。'
'How do you know that？〃
'I wish I could tell you。 Let's go。'
'Jason。 Why not wait out of sight？ And watch？'
'Because I don't know what to watch for and they do。 They've got a photograph to go by； they could station men all over the area。'
'I don't look anything like the picture in the papers。'
'Not you。 Me。 Let's go！'
They walked rapidly within the erratic ebb and flow of the crowds until they reached the boulevard Malesherbes ten blocks away； and another telephone box； this with a different exchange from the first。 This time there were no operators to go through； this was Paris。 Marie stepped inside； coins in her hand and dialled； she was prepared。
But the words that came over the line so astonished her：
'La residence du General Villiers。 Bonjour？。。。 Allo？ Allo？
For a moment Marie was unable to speak。 She simply stared at the telephone。 'Je regrette；' she whispered； 'un faux numero。' She hung up。
'What's the matter？' asked Bourne； opening the glass door。 'What happened？ Who was it？'
'It doesn't make sense；' she said。 'I just reached the house of one of the most respected and powerful men in France。'
'Andrel Francois Villiers；' repeated Marie； 'lighting a cigarette。 They had returned to their room at the Terrasse to sort things out； to absorb the astonishing information。 'Graduate of St Cyr； hero of the Second World War； a legend in the Resistance； and； until his break over Algeria； de Gaulle's heir…apparent。 Jason； to connect such a man with Carlos is simply unbelievable。'
The connection's there。 Believe it。'
'It's almost too difficult Villiers is old…line honour…of…France； a family traced back to the seventeenth century。 Today he's one of the senior deputies in the National Assembly … politically to the right of Charlemagne； to be sure … but very much a law…and…order army man。 It's like linking Douglas MacArthur to a Mafia hit man。 It doesn't make sense。'
'Then let's look for some。 What was the break with de Gaulle？'
'Algeria。 In the early 'sixties； Villiers was part of the O。A。S。 …one of the Algerian colonels under Salan。 They opposed the Evian agreements that gave independence to Algeria； believing it rightfully belonged to France。'
'The mad colonels of Algiers；' said Bourne； as with so many words and phrases； not knowing where they came from； or why he said them。
'That means something to you？〃
'It must； but I don't know what it is。'
'Think。' said Marie。 'Why should the 〃mad colonels〃 strike a chord with you？ What's the first thing that es to your mind？ Quickly！'
Jason looked at her helplessly； then the words came。 'Bombings。。。 infiltrations。 Provocateurs。 You study them； you study the mechanisms。'
'Why？'
'I don't know。'
'Are decisions based on what you learn？'
'I guess so。'
'What kind of decisions？ You decide what？'
'Disruptions。'
'What does that mean to you？ Disruptions。'
'I don't know！ I can't think！'
'All right。。。 all right。 We'll go back to it some other time。'
'There isn't time。 Let's get back to Villiers。 After Algeria； what？'
There was a reconciliation of sorts with de Gaulle； Villiers was never directly implicated in the terrorism； and his military record demanded it。 He returned to France … was weled； really … a fighter for a lost but respected cause。 He resumed his mand； rising to the rank of general before going into politics。〃
'He's a working politician； then？'
'More a spokesman。 An elder statesman。 He's still an entrenched militarist； still fumes over France's reduced military stature。'
'Howard Leland；' said Jason。 〃There's your connection to Carlos。〃
'How？ Why？'
'Leland was assassinated because he interfered with the Quai D'Orsay's arms build…ups and exports。 We don't need anything more。'
'It seems incredible； a man like that。。。' Marie's voice trailed off； she was struck by recollection。 'His son was murdered。 It was a political thing； about five or six years ago。'
Tell me。'
'His car was blown up on the rue du Bac。 It was in all the papers everywhere。 He was the working politician； like his father a conservative； opposing the socialists and munists at every turn。 He was a young member of parliament； an obstructionist where government expenditure was concerned； but actually quite popular。 He was a charming aristocrat。'
'Who killed him？'
'The speculation was munist fanatics； he'd managed to block some legislation or other that favoured the extreme…left wing。 After he was murdered； the ranks fell apart and the legislation was passed。 Many think that's why Villiers left the army and stood for the National Assembly。。。 That's what's so improbable； so contradictory。 After all； his son was assassinated； you'd think the last person on earth he'd want to have anything to do with would be a professional assassin。'
'There's also something else。 You said he was weled back to Paris because he was never directly implicated in the terrorism。。。'
'If he was；' interrupted Marie； 'it was buried。 They're more tolerant of passionate causes over here where patriotism and the bed are concerned。 And he was a legitimate hero； don't forget that。'
'But once a terrorist； always a terrorist； don't you forget that。'
'I can't agree。 People change。'
'Not about some things。 No terrorist e
