rl.thebourneidentity-第91节

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s　had　to　be　assumed；　his　own　loss　passed　over；　no　indication　given。　The　priorities。　Treadstone。　Treadstone　Seventy…one！
　'What　have　you　heard？　What　have　you　pieced　together？'
　'What　I　heard　and　what　I　pieced　together　were　not　always　patible。　Still；　obvious　facts　were　apparent　to　me。'
　'Such　as？'
　'When　I　saw　it　was　you；　I　knew。　Delta　had　made　a　lucrative　agreement　with　the　Americans。　Another　lucrative　agreement；　a　different　kind　than　before；　perhaps。'
　'Spell　that　out；　please。'
　Ten　years　ago；　the　rumours　from　Saigon　were　that　the　ice…cold　Delta　was　the　highest　paid　Medusan　of　us　all。　Surely；　you　were　the　most　capable　/　knew；　so　I　assumed　you　drove　a　hard　bargain。　You　must　have　driven　an　infinitely　harder　one　to　do　what　you're　doing　now。〃
　'Which　is？　From　what　you've　heard。〃
　〃What　we　know。　It　was　confirmed　in　New　York。　The　Monk　confirmed　it　before　he　died；　that　much　I　was　told。　It　was　consistent　with　the　pattern　since　the　beginning。'
　Bourne　held　the　glass；　avoiding　d'Anjou's　eyes。　The　Monk。　The　Monk。　Do　not　ask。　The　Monk　is　dead；　whoever　and　whatever　he　was。　He　is　not　pertinent　now。　'I　repeat；'　said　Jason；　'what　is　it　they　think　they　know　I'm　doing？'
　'e；　Delta；　I'm　the　one　who's　leaving。　It's　pointless　to。。。〃
　'Please；'　interrupted　Bourne。
　'Very　well。　You　agreed　to　bee　this　Cain。　This　mythical　killer　with　an　unending　list　of　contracts　that　never　existed；　each　created　out　of　whole　cloth；　given　substance　by　all　manner　of　reliable　sources。　Purpose。　To　challenge　Carlos　…　〃eroding　his　stature　at　every　turn〃　was　the　way　Bergeron　phrased　it　…　to　undercut　his　prices；　spread　the　word　of　his　deficiencies；　your　own　superiority。　In　essence；　to　draw　out　Carlos　and　take　him。　This　was　your　agreement　with　the　Americans。'
　Rays　of　his　own　personal　sunlight　burst　into　the　dark　corners　of　Jason's　mind。　In　the　distance；　doors　were　opening；　but　they　were　still　too　far　away　and　opened　only　partially。　But　there　was　light　where　before　there　was　only　darkness。
　Then　the　Americans　are。。。'　Bourne　did　not　finish　the　statement；　hoping　in　brief　torment　that　d'Anjou　would　finish　it　for　him。
　'Yes；'　said　the　Medusan。　Treadstone　Seventy…one。　The　most　controlled　unit　of　American　intelligence　since　the　State　Department's　Consular　Operations　Created　by　the　same　man　who　built　Medusa。　David　Abbott
　'The　Monk；'　said　Jason　softly；　instinctively；　another　door　in　the　distance　partially　open。
　'Of　course。　Who　else　would　he　approach　to　play　the　role　of　Cain　but　the　man　from　Medusa　known　as　Delta？　As　I　say；　the　instant　I　saw　you；　I　knew　it。'
　'A　role。。。'　Bourne　stopped；　the　sunlight　growing　brighter；　warm　not　blinding。
　D'Anjou　leaned　forward。　'It's　here；　of　course；　that　what　I　heard　and　what　I　pieced　together　were　inpatible。　It　was　said　that　Jason　Bourne　accepted　the　assignment　for　reasons　I　knew　were　not　true。　I　was　there；　they　were　not；　they　could　not　know。'　'What　did　they　say？　What　did　you　hear？'　That　you　were　an　American　intelligence　officer；　possibly　military。　Can　you　imagine？　You。　Delta！　The　man　filled　with　contempt　for　so　much；　not　the　least　of　which　was　for　most　things　American。　I　told　Bergeron　it　was　impossible；　but　I'm　not　sure　he　believed　me。'　'What　did　you　tell　him？'
　'What　I　believed。　What　I　still　believe。　It　wasn't　money　…　no　amount　of　money　could　have　made　you　do　it　…　it　had　to　be　something　else。　I　think　you　did　it　for　the　same　reason　so　many　others　agreed　to　Medusa　ten　years　ago。　To　clean　a　slate　somewhere；　to　be　able　to　return　to　something　you　had　before　that　was　barred　to　you。　I　don't　know；　of　course；　and　I　don't　expect　you　to　confirm　it；　but　that's　what　I　think。'
　'It's　possible　you're　right；'　said　Jason；　holding　his　breath；　the　cool　winds　of　release　blowing　into　the　mists。　It　made　sense。　A　message　was　sent。　This　could　be　it。　Find　the　message！　Find　the　sender！　Treadstone！
　'Which　leads　us　back；〃　continued　d'Anjou；　'to　the　stories　about　Delta。　Who　was　he？　What　was　he？　This　educated；　oddly　quiet　man　who　could　transform　himself　into　a　lethal　weapon　in　the　jungles。　Who　stretched　himself　and　others　beyond　endurance　for　no　cause　at　all。　We　never　understood。'　'It　was　never　required。　Is　there　anything　else　you　can　tell　me？。。。　Do　they　know　the　precise　location　of　Treadstone？'
　'Certainly。　I　learned　it　from　Bergeron。　A　residence　in　New　York　City；　on　East　Seventy…first　Street。　Number　One…forty。　Isn't　that　correct？'
　'Possibly。。。　Anything　else？'
　'Only　what　you　obviously　know；　the　strategy　of　which　I　admit　eludes　me。'
　'Which　is？'
　'That　the　Americans　think　you　turned。　Better　phrased；　they　want　Carlos　to　believe　they　think　you　turned。'
　'Why？'　He　was　closer。　It　was　here！
　The　story　is　a　long　period　of　silence；　six　months　to　be　exact。　Coinciding　with　Cain's　inactivity。　Plus　stolen　funds；　but　mainly　the　silence。'
　That　was　it。　The　message。　The　silence。　The　months　in　Port　Noir。　The　madness　in　Zurich；　the　insanity　in　Paris。　No　one　could　possibly　know　what　had　happened。　He　was　being　told　to　e　in。　To　surface。　You　were　right；　Marie；　my　love；　my　dearest　love。　You　were　right　from　the　beginning！
　'Nothing　else；　then？'　asked　Bourne；　trying　to　control　the　impatience　in　his　voice；　anxious　now　beyond　any　anxiety　he　had　known　to　get　back　to　Marie。
　'It's　all　I　know；　but　please　understand；　I　was　never　told　that　much。　I　was　brought　in　because　of　my　knowledge　of　Medusa　…and　it　was　established　that　Cain　was　from　Medusa　…　but　I　was　never　part　of　Carlos's　inner　circle。'
　'You　were　close　enough。　Thank　you。'　Jason　put　several　notes　on　the　table　and　started　to　slide　across　the　booth。
　There's　one　thing；'　said　d'Anjou。　〃I'm　not　sure　it's　relevant　now；　but　they　know　your　name　is　not　Jason　Bourne。'
　'What？'
　'March　twenty…fifth。　Don't　you　remember；　Delta？　It's　only　two　days　from　now；　and　the　date's　very　important　to　Carlos。　Word　has　been　spread。　He　wants　your　corpse　on　the　twenty…fifth。　He　wants　to　deliver　it　to　the　Americans　on　that　day。'
　'What　are　you　trying　to　say？'
　'On　25　March　1968；　Jason　Bourne　was　executed　at　Tarn　Quan。　You　executed　him。'
　She　opened　the　door　and　for　a　moment　he　stood　looking　at　her；　seeing　the　large　brown　eyes　that　roamed　his　face；　eyes　that　were　afraid　yet　curious。　She　knew。　Not　the　answer；　but　that　there　was　an　answer；　and　he　had　e　back　to　tell　her　what　it　was。　He　walked　into　the　room；　she　closed　the　door。
　'It　happened；'　she　said。
　'It　happened。'　Bourne　turned　and　reached　for　her。　She　came　to　him　and　they　held　each　other；　the　silence　of　the　embrace　saying　more　than　any　spoken　words。　'You　were　right；'　he　whispered　finally；　his　lips　against　her　soft　hair。　'There's　a　great　deal　I　don't　know　…　may　never　know　…　but　you　were　right。　I'm　not　Cain　because　there　is　no　Cain；　there　never　was。　Not　the　Cain　they　talk　about；　he　never　existed。　He's　a　myth　invented　to　draw　out　Carlos。　I'm　that　creation。　A　man　from　Medusa　called　Delta　agreed　to　bee　a　lie　named　Cain。　I'm　that　man。'
　She　pulled　back；　still　holding　him。'　〃Cain　is　for　Charlie。。。〃'　She　said　the　words　quietly。
　'　〃And　Delta　is　for　Cain〃；'　pleted　Jason。　'You've　heard　me　say　it？'
　Marie　nodded。　'Yes。　One　night　in　the　room　in　Switzerland；　you　shouted　it　in　your　sleep。　You　never　mentioned　Carlos；　just　Cain。。。　Delta。　I　said　something　to　you　in　the　morning　about　it；　but　you　didn't　answer　me。　You　just　looked　out　of　the　window。'
　'Because　I　didn't　understand。　I　still　don't；　but　I　accept　it　It　explains　so　many　things。'
　She　nodded　again。　'The　provocateur。　The　code　words　you　use；　the　strange　phrases；　the　perceptions。　But　why？　Why　you？'
　'To　clean　a　slate　somewhere。〃　That's　what　he　said。'
　'Who　said？'
　'D'Anjou。'
　The　man　on　the　steps　in　Pare　Monceau？　The　switchboard　operator？'
　The　man　from　Medusa。　I　knew　him　in　Medusa。'
　'What　did　he　say？'
　Bourne　told　her。　And　as　he　did；　he　could　see　in　her　the　relief　he　had　felt　in　himself。　There　was　a　light　in　her　eyes；　and　a　muted　throbbing　in　her　neck；　sheer　joy　bursting　from　her　throat。　It　was　almost　as　if　she　could　barely　wait　for　him　to　finish　so　she　could　hold　him　again。
　'Jason！'　she　cried；　taking　his　face　in　her　hands。　'Darling；　my　darling！　My　friend　has　e　back　to　me！　It's　everything　we　knew；　everything　we　felt　I　'
　'Not　quite　everything；'　he　said；　touching　her　cheek。　'I'm　Jason　to　you；　Bourne　to　me；　because　that's　the　name　I　was　given；　and　have　to　use　it　because　I　don't　have　any　other。　But　it's　not　mine。'
　'An　invention？'
　'No；　he　was　real。　They　say　I　killed　him　in　a　place　called　Tarn　Quan。'
　She　took　her　hands　away　from　his　face；　sliding　them　to　his　shoulders；　not　letting　him　go。　〃There　must　have　been　a　reason。'
　'I　hope　so。　I　don't　know。　Maybe　it's　the　slate　I'm　trying　to　clean。'
　'It　doesn't　matter'　she　said；　releasing　him。　'It's　in　the　past；　ten　years　ago。　All　that　matters　now　is　that　you　reach　the　men　at　Treadstone；　because　they're　trying　to　reach　you。'
　'D'Anjou　said　word　was　out　that　the　Americans　think　I've　turned。　No　word　from　me　in　over　six　months；　millions　taken　out　of　Zurich。　They　must　think　I'm　the　most　expensive　miscalculation　on　record。'
　'You　can　explain　what　happened。　You　haven't　knowingly　broken　your　agreement；　on　the　other　hand　you　can't　go　on。　It's　impossible。　All　the　training　you　received　means　nothing　to　you。　It's　there　only　in　fragments　…　image