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　To　what　purpose？'　Lavier　put　her　fingers　on　the　table　her　bright　red　nail　polish　ten　points　of　a　weapon。
　'If　we　chose　the　wrong　man；　then　we　had　the　wrong　information。〃
　'You　heard　he　was　the　equal　of　Carlos；　no？　That　his　fees　were　more　reasonable；　his　apparatus　more　contained；　and　because　fewer　intermediaries　were　involved　there　was　no　possibility　of　a　contract　being　traced。　Is　this　not　so？'
　'Maybe。'
　'Of　course　it's　so。　It's　what　everyone's　been　told　and　it's　all　a　lie。　Carlos's　strength　is　in　his　far…reaching　sources　of　information；　infallible　information。　In　his　elaborate　system　of　reaching　the　right　person　at　precisely　the　right　moment　prior　to　a　kill。'
　'Sounds　like　too　many　people。　There　were　too　many　people　in　Zurich；　too　many　here　in　Paris。'
　'All　blind；　Monsieur。　Every　one。'
　'Blind？'
　To　put　it　plainly；　I've　been　part　of　the　operation　for　a　number　of　years；　meeting　in　one　way　or　another　dozens　who　have　played　their　minor　roles　…　none　is　major。　I　have　yet　to　meet　a　single　person　who　has　ever　spoken　to　Carlos；　much　less　has　any　idea　who　he　is。'
　'That's　Carlos。　I　want　to　know　about　Cain。　What　you　know　about　Cain。'　Stay　controlled。　You　cannot　turn　away。　Look　at　her。　Look　at　her！
　'Where　shall　I　begin？'
　'With　whatever　es　to　mind　first　Where　did　he　e　from？'　Do　not　look　away！
　'South…east　Asia；　of　course。'
　'Of　course。。。'　Oh；　God。
　'From　the　American　Medusa；　we　know　that。。。'
　Medusa！　The　winds；　the　darkness；　the　flashes　of　light；　the　pain。。。　The　pain　ripped　through　his　skull　now；　he　was　not　where　he　was；　but　where　he　had　been。　A　world　away　in　distance　and　time。　The　pain。　Oh；　Jesus！　The　pain。。。
　Too！
　Che…sah！
　Tam…Quan！
　alpha；　Bravo；　Cain。。。　Delta。
　Delta。。。　Cain！
　Cain　is　for　Charlie。
　Delta　is　for　Cain！
　'What　is　it？'　The　woman　looked　frightened；　she　was　studying　his　face；　her　eyes　roving；　boring　into　his。　'You're　perspiring。　Your　hands　are　shaking。　Are　you　having　an　attack？'
　'It　passes　quickly。'　Jason　pried　his　hand　away　from　his　wrist　and　reached　for　a　napkin　to　wipe　his　forehead。
　'It　es　with　the　pressures；　no？〃
　'With　the　pressures；　yes。。。　Go　on。　There　isn't　much　time；　people　have　to　be　reached；　decisions　made。　Your　life　is　probably　one　of　them。　Back　to　Cain。　You　say　he　came　from　the　American。。。　Medusa。'
　'Les　mecaniciens　du　Diable；'　said　Lavier。　'It　was　the　nickname　given　Medusa　by　the　Indo…China　colonials　…　what　was　left　of　them。　Quite　appropriate；　don't　you　think？'
　'It　doesn't　make　any　difference　what　I　think。　Or　what　I　know。　I　want　to　hear　what　you　think；　what　you　know　about　Cain：
　'Your　attack　makes　you　rude。'
　'My　impatience　makes　me　impatient！　You　say　we　chose　the　wrong　man；　if　we　did　we　had　the　wrong　information。　Les　mecaniciens　du　Diable。　Are　you　implying　that　Cain　is　French？〃
　'Not　at　all；　you　test　me　poorly。　I　mentioned　that　only　to　indicate　how　deeply　we　penetrated　Medusa。'
　'　〃We〃　being　the　people　who　work　for　Carlos。'
　'You　could　say　that。'
　'I　will　say　that。　If　Cain's　not　French；　what　is　he？'
　'Undoubtedly　American。。。'
　Oh；　God！
　'Why？'
　'Everything　he　does　has　the　ring　of　American　audacity。　He　pushes　and　shoves　with　little　or　no　finesse；　taking　credit　where　none　is　his；　claiming　kills　when　he　had　nothing　to　do　with　them。　He　has　studied　Carlos's　methods　and　connections　like　no　other　man　alive。　We're　told　he　recites　them　with　total　recall　to　potential　clients；　more　often　than　not　putting　himself　in　Carlos's　place；　convincing　fools　that　it　was　he；　not　Carlos。　who　accepted　and　fulfilled　the　contracts。'　Lavier　paused。　'I've　struck　a　chord；　no？　He　did　the　same　with　you　…your　people　…　yes？'
　'Perhaps。。。'　Jason　reached　for　his　own　wrist　again；　as　the　statements　came　back　to　him。　Statements　made　in　response　to　clues　in　a　dreadful　game。
　Stuttgart。　Regensburg。　Munich。　Two　kills　and　a　kidnapping；　Bander　accreditation；　fees　from　U。　S。　sources。。。
　Tehran？　Eight　kills。　Divided　accreditation　…　Khomeini　and　PLO。　Fee；　two　million。　South…west　Soviet　sector。
　Paris？。。。　All　contracts　will　be　processed　through　Paris。
　Whose　contracts？
　Sanchez。　Carlos。
　'。。。　always　such　a　transparent　device。'
　The　Lavier　woman　had　spoken；　he　had　not　heard　it。　'What　did　you　say？'
　'You　were　remembering；　yes？　He　used　the　same　device　with　you　…　your　people。　It's　how　he　gets　his　assignments。'
　'Assignments？'　Bourne　tensed　the　muscles　in　his　stomach　until　the　pain　brought　him　back　to　the　table　in　the　dining　room　in　Argenteuil。　'He　gets　assignments；　then；'　he　said　pointlessly。
　'And　carries　them　out　with　considerable　expertise；　no　one　denies　him　that。　His　record　of　kills　is　impressive。　In　many　ways；　he　is　second　to　Carlos　…　not　his　equal；　but　far　above　the　ranks　of　les　guerilleros。　He's　a　man　of　immense　skill；　extremely　inventive；　a　trained　lethal　weapon　out　of　Medusa。　But　it　is　his　arrogance；　his　lies　at　the　expense　of　Carlos　that　will　bring　him　down。〃
　'And　that　makes　him　American？　Or　is　it　your　bias？　I　have　an　idea　you　like　American　money；　but　that's　about　all　they　export　that　you　do　like。'　Immense　skill；　extremely　inventive；　a　trained　lethal　weapon。。。　Port　Noir；　La　do　tat；　Marseilles；　Zurich；　Paris。　Oh；　Jesus！
　'It　is　beyond　prejudice；　Monsieur。　The　identification　is　positive。'
　'How　did　you　get　it？'
　Lavier　touched　the　stem　of　her　wine　glass；　her　red…tipped　index　finger　curling　around　it。　'A　discontented　man　was　bought　in　Washington。'
　'Washington？'
　'The　Americans　also　look　for　Cain　…　with　an　intensity　approaching　Carlos's；　I　suspect。　Medusa　has　never　been　made　public　and　Cain　might　prove　to　be　an　extraordinary　embarrassment。　This　discontented　man　was　in　a　position　to　give　us　a　great　deal　of　information；　including　the　Medusa　records。　It　was　a　simple　matter　to　match　the　names　with　those　in　Zurich。　Simple　for　Carlos；　not　for　anyone　else。'
　Too　simple；　thought　Jason；　not　knowing　why　the　thought　struck　him。　'I　see；'　he　said。
　'And　you？　How　did　you　find　him？　Not　Cain；　of　course；　but　Bourne。'
　Through　the　mists　of　anxiety；　Jason　recalled　another　statement。　Not　his；　but　one　spoken　by　Marie。　'Far　simpler；'　he　said。　'We　paid　the　money　to　him　by　means　of　a　shortfall　deposit　into　one　account；　the　surplus　diverted　blindly　into　another。　The　numbers　could　be　traced；　it's　a　tax　device。'
　'Cain　permitted　it？'
　'He　didn't　know　it。　The　numbers　were　paid　for。。。　as　you　paid　for　different　numbers　…　telephone　numbers　…　on　a　fiche。'
　'I　mend　you。〃
　'It's　not　required；　but　everything　you　know　about　Cain　is。　All　you've　done　so　far　is　explain　an　identification。　Now；　go　on。　Everything　you　know　about　this　man　Bourne；　everything　you've　been　told。'　Be　careful。　Take　the　tension　from　your　voice。　You　are　merely。。。　evaluating　data。　Marie；　you　said　that。　Dear；　dear　Marie。　Thank　God　you're　not　here。
　'What　we　know　about　him　is　inplete。　He's　managed　to　remove　most　of　the　vital　records；　a　lesson　he　undoubtedly　learned　from　Carlos。　But　not　all；　we've　pieced　together　a　sketch。　Before　he　was　recruited　into　Medusa；　he　was　apparently　a　French…speaking　businessman　living　in　Singapore；　representing　a　collective　of　American　importers　from　New　York　to　California。　The　truth　is　he　had　been　dismissed　by　the　collective；　which　then　tried　to　have　him　extradited　back　to　the　States　for　prosecution；　he　had　stolen　hundreds　of　thousands　from　it。　He　was　known　in　Singapore　as　a　recluse；　very　powerful　in　contraband　operations　and　extraordinarily　ruthless。'
　'Before　that；'　interrupted　Jason；　feeling　again　the　perspiration　breaking　out　on　his　hairline。　'Before　Singapore。　Where　did　he　e　from？'　Be　careful！　The　images！　Oh；　Christ；　he　could　see　the　streets　of　Singapore。　Prince　Edward　Road；　Kim　Chuan；　Boon　Tat　Street；　Maxwell；　Cuscaden。　Oh；　God！
　'Those　are　the　records　no　one　can　find。　There　are　only　rumours；　and　they　are　meaningless。　For　example；　it　was　said　that　he　was　a　defrocked　Jesuit；　gone　mad；　another　speculation　was　that　he　had　been　a　young；　aggressive　investment　banker　caught　embezzling　funds　in　concert　with　several　Singapore　banks。　There's　nothing　concrete；　nothing　that　can　be　traced。　Before　Singapore；　nothing。'
　You're　wrong；　there　was　a　great　deal。　But　none　of　that　is　part　of　it。。。　There　is　a　void；　and　it　must　be　filled；　and　you　can't　help　me。　Perhaps　no　one　can；　perhaps　no　one　should。
　'So　far；　you　haven't　told　me　anything　startling；'　said　Bourne；　'nothing　relative　to　the　information　I'm　interested　in。'
　'Then　I　don't　know　what　you　want　I　You　ask　me　questions；　press　for　details；　and　when　I　offer　you　answers　you　reject　them　as　immaterial。　What　do　you　want？'
　'What　do　you　know　about　Cain's。。。　work？　Since　you're　looking　for　a　promise；　give　me　a　reason　for　it　If　our　information　differs；　it　would　be　over　what　he's　done；　wouldn't　it？　When　did　he　first　e　to　your　attention？　Carlos's　attention？　Quickly
　'Two　years　ago；'　said　Mme　Lavier；　disconcerted　by　Jason's　impatience；　annoyed；　frightened。　'Word　came　out　of　Asia　of　a　white　man　offering　a　service　astonishingly　similar　to　the　one　provided　by　Carlos。　He　was　swiftly　being　an　industry。　An　ambassador　was　assassinated　in　Moulmein；　two　days　later　a　highly　regarded　Japanese　politician　was　killed　in　Tokyo　prior　to　a　debate　in　the　Diet　A　week　after　that　a　newspaper　editor　was　blown　out　of　his　car　in　Hong　Kong；　and　in　less