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　She　was　standing　above　him　now。　Then　she　was　not　there。　She　was　gone！　She　had　left　him！　The　peace　would　e　quickly　now；　he　would　be　swallowed　up　in　the　dark　crashing　waters　and　the　pain　would　be　washed　away。　He　leaned　back　against　the　car　and　let　himself　drift　with　the　currents　of　his　mind。
　A　noise　intruded；　A　motor；　rolling　and　disruptive。　He　did　not　care　for　it；　it　interfered　with　the　freedom　of　his　own　particular　sea。　Then　a　hand　was　on　his　arm。　Then　another；　gently　pulling　him　up。
　'e　on；'　said　the　voice。　'Help　me…'
　'Let　go　of　me！'　The　mand　was　shouted；　he　had　shouted　it。　But　the　mand　was　not　obeyed。　He　was　appalled；　mands　should　be　obeyed！。　Yet　not　always；　something　told　him　that。　The　wind　was　there　again；　but　not　a　wind　in　Zurich。　In　some　other　place；　high　in　the　night　sky。　And　a　signal　came；　a　light　flashed　on；　and　he　leaped　up　whipped　by　furious　new　currents。
　'All　right。　You're　all　right；'　said　the　maddening　voice　that　would　not　pay　attention　to　his　mands。　'Lift　your　foot　up。　Lift　it！。。。　That's　right。　You　did　it。　Now；　inside　the　car。　Ease　yourself　back。。。　slowly。　That's　right。'
　He　was　falling。。。　falling　in　the　pitch　black　sky。　And　then　the　falling　stopped！　everything　stopped；　and　there　was　stillness；　he　could　hear　his　own　breathing。　And　footsteps；　he　could　hear　footsteps。。。　and　the　sound　of　a　door　closing；　followed　by　the　rolling；　disruptive　noise　beneath　him；　in　front　of　him。。。　somewhere。
　Motion；　swaying　in　circles。　Balance　was　gone　and　he　was　falling　again；　only　to　be　stopped　again；　another　body　against　his　body；　a　hand　holding　him；　lowering　him。　His　face　felt　cool；　and　then　he　felt　nothing。　He　was　drifting　again；　currents　gentler　now；　darkness　plete。
　There　were　voices　above　him；　in　the　distance；　but　not　so　far　away。　Shapes　came　slowly　into　focus；　lit　by　the　spill　of　table　lamps。　He　was　in　a　fairly　large　room；　and　on　a　bed；　a　narrow　bed；　blankets　covering　him。　Across　the　room　were　two　people；　a　man　in　an　overcoat　and　a　woman。。。　dressed　in　a　dark　red　skirt　beneath　a　white　blouse。　Dark　red；　as　the　hair　was。。。　The　St　Jacques　woman？　It　was　she；　standing　by　a　door　talking　to　a　man　holding　a　leather　bag　in　his　left　hand。　They　were　speaking　French。
　'Rest；　mainly；'　the　man　was　saying。　'If　you're　not　accessible　to　me；　anyone　can　remove　the　sutures。　They　can　be　taken　out　in　a　week；　I'd　say。'
　'Thank　you；　Doctor。！
　Thank　you。　You've　been　most　generous。　I'll　go　now。　Perhaps　I'll　hear　from　you；　perhaps　not。'
　The　doctor　opened　the　door　and　let　himself　out。　When　he　was　gone　the　woman　reached　down　and　slid　the　bolt　in　place。　She　turned　and　saw　Bourne　looking；　at　her。　She　walked　slowly；　cautiously；　towards　the　bed。
　'Can　you　hear　me？'　she　asked。
　He　nodded。
　'You're　hurt；'　she　said；　'quite　badly；　but　if　you　stay　quiet；　it　won't　be　necessary　for　you　to　get　to　a　hospital。　That　was　a　doctor。。。　obviously。　I　paid　him　out　of　the　money　I　found　on　you；　quite　a　bit　more　than　might　seem　usual；　but　I　was　told　he　could　be　trusted。　It　was　your　idea；　incidentally。　While　we　were　driving；　you　kept　saying　you　had　to　find　a　doctor；　one　you　could　pay　to　keep　quiet　You　were　right。　It　wasn't　difficult。'
　'Where　are　we？'　He　could　hear　his　voice；　it　was　weak；　but　he　could　hear　it
　'A　village　called　Lenzburg；　about　twenty　miles　outside　Zurich。　The　doctor's　from　Wohlen；　it's　a　nearby　town。　He'll　see　you　in　a　week；　if　you're　here。'
　'How？。。。'　He　tried　to　raise　himself；　but　the　strength　wasn't　there。　She　touched　his　shoulder；　it　was　an　order　to　he　back　down。
　I'll　tell　you　what　happened；　and　perhaps　that　will　answer　your　questions。　At　least；　I　hope　so；　because　if　it　doesn't；　I'm　not　sure　I　can。'　She　stood　motionless；　looking　down　at　him；　her　tone　controlled。　'An　animal　was　raping　me　…　after　which　he　had　orders　to　kill　me。　There　was　no　way　I　was　going　to　live。　In　the　Steppdeckstrasse；　you　tried　to　stop　them；　and　when　you　couldn't；　you　told　me　to　scream；　to　keep　screaming。　It　was　all　you　could　do；　and　by　shouting　to　me；　you　risked　being　killed　at　that　moment　yourself。　Later；　you　somehow　got　free　…I　don't　know　how；　but　I　know　you　were　hurt　very　badly　doing　so　…　and　you　came　back　to　find　me。'
　'Him；'　interrupted　Jason；　'I　wanted　him。
　'You　told　me　that；　and　I'll　say　what　I　said　before。　I　don't　believe　you。　Not　because　you're　a　poor　liar；　but　because　it　doesn't　conform　with　the　facts。　I　work　with　statistics；　Mr。　Washburn；　or　Mr。　Bourne；　or　whatever　your　name　is。　I　respect　observable　data　and　I　can　spot　inaccuracies；　I'm　trained　to　do　that。　Two　men　went　in　that　building　to　find　you；　and　I　heard　you　say　they　were　both　alive。　They　could　identify　you。　And　there's　the　owner　of　the　Drei　Alpenhauser；　he　could　too。　Those　are　the　facts；　and　you　know　them　as　well　as　I　do。。。　No；　you　came　back　to　find　me。　You　came　back　and　saved　my　life。'
　'Go　on；'　he　said；　his　voice　gaining　strength。　'What　happened？'
　'I　made　a　decision。　It　was　the　most　difficult　decision　I've　ever　made　in　my　life。　I　think　a　person　can　only　make　a　decision　like　that　if　he's　nearly　lost　his　life　by　an　act　of　violence；　his　life　saved　by　someone　else。　I　decided　to　help　you。　Only　for　a　while　…　for　just　a　few　hours；　perhaps　…　but　I　would　help　you　get　away。'
　'Why　didn't　you　go　to　the　police？〃
　'I　almost　did；　and　I'm　not　sure　I　can　tell　you　why　I　didn't。　Maybe　it　was　the　rape；　I　don't　know。　I'm　being　honest　with　you。　I've　always　been　told　it's　the　most　horrible　experience　a　woman　can　go　through。　I　believe　it　now。。。　And　I　heard　the　anger　…　the　disgust　…　in　your　own　voice　when　you　shouted　at　him。　I'll　never　forget　that　moment　as　long　as　I　live；　as　much　as　I　may　want　to。'
　'The　police？〃　he　repeated。
　'That　man　at　the　Drei　Alpenhauser　said　the　police　were　looking　for　you。　That　a　telephone　number　had　been　set　up　in　Zurich。'　She　paused。　'I　couldn't　give　you　to　the　police。　Not　then。　Not　after　what　you　did。'
　'Knowing　what　I　am？'　he　asked。
　'I　know　only　what　I've　heard；　and　what　I've　heard　doesn't　correspond　with　the　injured　man　who　came　back　for　me　and　offered　his　life　for　mine。'
　'That's　not　very　bright。'
　'That's　the　one　thing　I　am；　Mr。　Bourne　…　I　assume　it's　Bourne；　it's　what　he　called　you。　Very　bright〃
　'I　hit　you。　I　threatened　to　kill　you。'
　'If　I'd　been　you；　and　men　were　trying　to　kill　me；　I　probably　would　have　done　the　same　…　if　I　were　capable。'
　'So　you　drove　out　of　Zurich？'
　'Not　at　first；　not　for　a　half　hour　or　so。　I　had　to　calm　down；　reach　my　decision。　I'm　methodical。'
　'I'm　beginning　to　see　that'
　'I　was　a　wreck；　a　mess；　I　needed　clothes；　hairbrush；　makeup。　I　couldn't　walk　anywhere。　I　found　a　telephone　booth　down　by　the　river；　and　there　was　no　one　around；　so　I　got　out　of　the　car　and　called　a　colleague　at　the　hotel。。。'
　〃The　Frenchman？　The　Belgian？'　interrupted　Jason。
　'No。　They'd　been　at　the　Bertinelli　lecture；　and　if　they　had　recognized　me　up　on　the　stage　with　you；　I　assumed　they'd　given　my　name　to　the　police。　Instead；　I　called　a　woman　who's　a　member　of　our　delegation；　she　loathes　Bertinelli　and　was　in　her　room。　We've　worked　together　for　several　years　and　we're　friends。　I　told　her　that　if　she　heard　anything　about　me　to　disregard　it；　I　was　perfectly　all　right。　As　a　matter　of　fact；　if　anyone　asked　about　me；　she　was　to　say　I　was　with　a　friend　for　the　evening　…　for　the　night；　if　pressed。　That　I'd　left　the　Bertinelli　lecture　early。〃
　'Methodical；'　said　Bourne。
　'Yes。'　Marie　allowed　herself　a　tentative　smile。　'I　asked　her　to　go　to　my　room　…　we're　only　two　doors　away　from　each　other　and　the　night　maid　knows　we're　friends。　If　no　one　was　there　she　was　to　put　some　clothes　and　make…up　in　my　suitcase　and　e　back　to　her　room。　I'd　call　her　in　five　minutes。'
　'She　just　accepted　what　you　said？'
　'I　told　you；　we're　friends。　She　knew　I　was　all　right；　excited　perhaps；　but　all　right。　And　that　I　wanted　her　to　do　as　I　asked。'　Marie　paused　again。　'She　probably　thought　I　was　telling　her　the　truth。'
　'Go　ahead。〃
　'I　called　her　back　and　she　had　my　things。'
　'Which　means　the　two　other　delegates　didn't　give　your　name　to　the　police。　Your　room　would　have　been　watched；　sealed　off。'
　'I　don't　know　whether　they　did　or　not　But　if　they　did；　my　friend　was　probably　questioned　quite　a　while　ago。　She'd　simply　say　what　I　told　her　to　say。'
　'She　was　at　the　Carillon；　you　were　down　at　the　river。　How　did　you　get　your　things？'
　'It　was　quite　simple。　A　little　tacky；　but　simple。　She　spoke　to　the　night　maid；　telling　her　I　was　avoiding　one　man　at　the　hotel；　seeing　another　outside。　I　needed　my　overnight　case　and　could　she　suggest　a　way　to　get　it　to　me。　To　a　car。。。　down　at　the　river。　An　off…duty　waiter　brought　it　to　me。'
　'Wasn't　he　surprised　at　the　way　you　looked？'
　'He　didn't　have　much　of　a　chance　to　see　anything。　I　opened　the　boot；　stayed　in　the　car；　and　told　him　to　put　it　in　the　back。　I　left　a　ten…franc　note　on　the　spare　tyre。'
　'You're　not　methodical；　you're　remarkable。'
　'Methodical　will　do。'
　'How　did　you　find　the　doctor？'
　'Right　here。　The　concierge；　or　whatever　he's　called　in　Switzerland。　Remember；　I'd　wrapped　you　up　as　best　I　could；　reduced　the　bleeding　as　much　as　possible。　Like　most　people；　I　have　a　working　knowledge　of　first　aid；　that　meant　I　had　to　remove　some　of　your　clothing。　I　found　the　money　and　then　I　understood　what　you　meant　by　finding　a