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Jason；　a　balding；　heavyset　man；　unnecessary　braces　creasing　the　flesh　beneath　a　bulging　white　shirt；　walked　to　the　row　of　letterboxes；　stopping　at　number　42。
　'Monsieur　Trignon？'
　The　heavy…set　man　spun　round；　his　cherubic　face　set　in　an　expression　of　helplessness。　'A　telegram！　I　have　a　telegram；'　he　cried。　'Did　you　bring　me　a　telegram？
　'I　apologize　for　the　ruse；　Trignon；　but　it　was　for　your　own　benefit　I　didn't　think　you　wanted　to　be　questioned　in　front　of　your　wife　and　family。'
　'Questioned？'　exclaimed　the　bookkeeper；　his　thick；　protruding　lips　curled；　his　eyes　frightened。　'Me？　What　about？　What　is　this？　Why　are　you　here　at　my　home？　I'm　a　law…abiding　citizen！'
　'You　work　in　Saint…Honoree〃？　For　a　firm　called　Les　Classiques？'
　'I　do。　Who　are　you？'
　'If　you　prefer；　we　can　go　down　to　my　office；'　said　Bourne。
　'Who　are　you？'
　'I'm　a　special　investigator　for　the　Bureau　of　Taxation　and　Records；　Division　of　Fraud　and　Conspiracy。　e　along；　my　official　car　is　outside。'
　'Outside？　e　along？。。。　I　have　no　jacket；　no　coat；　my　wife。　She's　upstairs　expecting　me　to　bring　back　a　telegram。　A　telegram！'
　'You　can　send　her　one；　if　you　like。　e　along　now。　I've　been　at　this　all　day　and　I　want　to　get　it　over　with。'
　'Please；　Monsieur；'　protested　Trignon。　'I　do　not　insist　on　going　anywhere！　You　said　you　had　questions。　Ask　your　questions　and　let　me　go　back　upstairs。　I　have　no　wish　to　go　to　your　office。'
　'It　might　take　a　few　minutes；'　said　Jason。
　I'll　ring　through　to　my　wife　and　tell　her　it's　a　mistake。　The　telegram's　for　old　Gravel；　he　lives　here　on　the　first　floor　and　can　barely　read。　She　will　understand。'
　Madame　Trignon　did　not　understand；　but　her　shrill　objections　were　stilled　by　a　shriller　Monsieur　Trignon。　There；　you　see；'　said　the　bookkeeper；　ing　away　from　the　letterbox；　the　strings　of　hair　on　his　bald　scalp　matted　with　sweat。　There's　no　reason　to　go　anywhere。　What's　a　few　minutes　of　a　man's　life？　The　television　shows　will　be　repeated　in　a　month　or　two。。。　Now；　what　in　God's　name　is　this；　Monsieur？　My　books　are　immaculate；　totally　immaculate！　Of　course；　I　cannot　be　responsible　for　the　accountant's　work。　That's　a　separate　firm；　he's　a　separate　firm。　Frankly；　I've　never　liked　him；　he　swears　a　…great　deal；　if　you　know　what　I　mean。　But　then；　who　am　I　to　say？'　Trignon's　hands　were　held　out　palms　up；　his　face　pinched　〃　in　an　obsequious　smile。
　To　begin　with；'　said　Bourne；　dismissing　the　protestations；　'do　not　leave　the　city　limits　of　Paris。　If　for　any　reason；　personal　or　professional；　you　are　called　upon　to　do　so；　notify　us。　Frankly；　it　will　not　be　permitted。'
　'Surely　you're　joking；　Monsieur！'
　'Surely　I'm　not。'
　'I　have　no　reason　to　leave　Paris　…　nor　the　money　to　do　so　…but　to　say　such　a　thing　to　me　is　unbelievable。　What　have　I　done？'
　The　Bureau　will　sequester　your　books　in　the　morning。　Be　prepared。'
　'Sequester。。。　For　what　cause？　Prepared　for　what？'
　'Payments　to　so…called　suppliers　whose　invoices　are　fraudulent。　The　merchandise　was　never　received　…　was　never　meant　to　be　received　…　the　payments；　instead；　routed　to　a　bank　in　Zurich。'
　'Zurich？　I　don't　know　what　you're　talking　about！　I've　prepared　no　cheques　for　Zurich。'
　'Not　directly；　we　know　that。　But　how　easy　it　was　for　you　to　prepare　them　for　nonexistent　firms；　the　monies　paid；　then　wired　to　Zurich。〃
　'Every　invoice　is　initialled　by　Madame　Lavier！　I　pay　nothing　on　my　own！　'
　Jason　paused；　frowning。　'Now　it's　you　who　are　joking；'　he　said。
　'On　my　word！　It's　the　house　policy。　Ask　anyone！　Les　Classiques　does　not　pay　a　sou　unless　authorized　by　Madame。'
　'What　you're　saying；　then；　is　that　you　take　your　orders　directly　from　her。'
　'But　naturally！'
　'Whom　does　she　take　orders　from？'
　Trignon　grinned。　'It　is　said　from　God；　when　not　the　other　way　round。　Of　course；　that's　a　joke；　Monsieur。'
　'I　trust　you　can　be　more　serious。　Who　are　the　specific　owners　of　Les　Classiques？〃
　'It　is　a　partnership；　Monsieur。　Madame　Lavier　has　many　wealthy　friends；　they　have　invested　in　her　abilities。　And；　of　course；　the　talents　of　Rend　Bergeron。'
　'Do　these　investors　meet　frequently？　Do　they　suggest　policy？　Perhaps　advocate　firms　with　which　to　do　business？'
　'I　wouldn't　know。　Monsieur。　Naturally；　everyone　has　friends。〃
　'We　may　have　concentrated　on　the　wrong　people；〃　interrupted　Bourne。　'It's　quite　possible　that　you　and　Madame　Lavier　…　as　the　two　directly　involved　with　day…to…day　finances　…are　being　used。〃
　'Used　for　what？〃
　'To　funnel　money　into　Zurich。　To　the　account　of　one　of　the　most　vicious　killers　in　Europe。〃
　Trignon　convulsed；　his　large　stomach　quivering　as　he　fell　back　against　the　wall。　'In　the　name　of　God；　what　are　you　saying！'
　'Prepare　yourselves。　Especially　you。　You　prepared　the　cheques；　no　one　else。〃
　'Only　upon　approval！　'
　'Did　you　ever　check　the　merchandise　against　the　invoices？〃
　'It's　not　my　job！'
　'So；　in　essence　you　issued　payments　for　supplies　you　never　saw。'
　'I　never　see　anything！　Only　invoices　that　have　been　initialled。　I　pay　only　on　those！'
　'You'd　better　find　every　one。　You　and　Madame　Lavier　had　better　start　digging　up　every　authorization　in　your　files。　Because　the　two　of　you　…　especially　you　…　will　face　the　charges。〃
　'Charges？　What　charges？〃
　For　lack　of　a　specific　writ；　let's　call　it　accessory　to　multiple　homicide。〃
　'Multiple。。。？'
　'Assassination。　The　account　in　Zurich　belongs　to　the　assassin　known　as　Carlos。　You。　Pierre　Trignon；　and　your　current　employer；　Madame　Jacqueline　Lavier；　are　directly　implicated　in　financing　the　most　sought…after　killer　in　Europe。　Ilyich　Ramirez　Sanchez。　Alias　Carlos。'
　'Aughhhh！。。。〃　Trignon　slid　down　to　the　foyer　floor；　his　eyes　in　shock；　his　puffed　features　twisted　out　of　shape。　'All　afternoon。。。〃　be　whispered。　'People　running　around；　hysterical　meetings　in　the　aisles；　looking　at　me　strangely；　passing　my　cubicle　and　turning　their　heads。　Oh；　my　God。'
　'If　I　were　you；　I　wouldn't　waste　a　moment。　Morning　will　be　here　soon；　and　with　it　possibly　the　most　difficult　day　of　your　life。〃　Jason　walked　to　the　outside　door　and　stopped；　his　hand　on　the　knob。　'It's　not　my　place　to　advise　you；　but；　if　I　were　you；　I'd　reach　Madame　Lavier　at　once。　Start　preparing　your　joint　defence；　it　may　be　all　you　have。　A　public　execution　is　not　out　of　the　question。'
　The　chameleon　opened　the　door　and　stepped　outside；　the　cold　night　air　whipping　across　his　face。
　Trap　Carlos。　Cain　is　for　Charlie　and　Delta　is　for　Cain。
　False！
　Find　a　number　in　New　York。　Find　Treadstone。　Find　the　meaning　of　a　message。　Find　the　sender。
　Find　Jason　Bourne。
　Sunlight　burst　through　the　stained…glass　windows　as　the　cleanshaven　old　man　in　the　dated　suit　rushed　down　the　aisle　of　the　church　in　Neuilly…sur…Seine。　The　tall　priest　standing　by　the　rack　of　novena　candles　watched　him；　struck　by　a　feeling　of　familiarity。　For　a　moment　the　cleric　thought　he　had　seen　the　man　before；　but　could　not　place　him。　There　had　been　a　dishevelled　beggar　yesterday；　about　the　same　size；　the　same。。。　No；　this　old　man's　shoes　were　shiny；　his　white　hair　bed　neatly；　and　the　clothes；　although　from　another　decade；　were　of　good　quality。
　'Angelus　Domini；〃　said　the　old　man　as　he　parted　the　curtains　of　the　confessional　booth。
　'Enough！'　whispered　the　silhouetted　figure　behind　the　scrim。　'What　have　you　learned　in　Saint…Honoree？〃
　'Little　of　substance；　but　respect　for　his　methods。'
　'Is　there　a　pattern？〃
　'Random；　it　would　appear。　He　selects　people　who　know　absolutely　nothing　and　instigates　chaos　through　them。　I　would　suggest　no　further　activity　at　Les　Classiques。'
　'Naturally；'　agreed　the　silhouette。　'But　what's　his　purpose？'
　'Beyond　the　chaos？'　asked　the　old　man。　'I'd　say　it　was　to　spread　distrust　among　those　who　do　know　something。　The　Brielle　woman　used　the　words。　She　said　the　American　told　her　to　tell　Lavier　there　was　〃a　traitor〃　inside；　a　patently　false　statement。　Which　of　them　would　dare？　Last　night　was　insane；　as　you　know。　The　bookkeeper；　Trignon；　went　crazy。　Waiting　until　two　in　the　morning　outside　Lavier's　house；　literally　assaulting　her　when　she　returned　from　Brielle's　hotel；　screaming　and　crying　in　the　street。'
　'Lavier　herself　did　not　behave　much　better。　She　was　barely　in　control　when　she　called　Pare　Monceau；　she　was　told　not　to　call　again。　No　one　is　to　call　there。。。　ever　again。　Ever。'
　'We　received　the　word。　The　few　of　us　who　know　the　number　have　forgotten　it。〃
　'Be　sure　you　have。'　The　silhouette　moved　suddenly；　there　was　a　ripple　in　the　curtain。　'Of　course　to　spread　distrust！　It　follows　chaos。　There's　no　question　about　it　now。　He'll　pick　up　the　contacts；　try　to　force　information　from　them　and；　when　one　fails；　throw　him　to　the　Americans　and　go　on　to　the　next。　But　he'll　make　the　approaches　alone；　it's　part　of　his　ego。　He　is　a　madman。　And　obsessed。'
　'He　may　be　both；'　countered　the　old　man；　'but　he's　also　a　professional。　He'll　make　sure　the　names　are　delivered　to　his　superiors　in　the　event　he　does　fail。　So　regardless　of　whether　you　take　him　or　not；　they　will　be　taken。'
　They　will　be　dead；'　said　the　assassin。　'But　not　Bergeron。　He's　far　too　valuable。　Tell　him　to　head　for　Athens；　he'll　know　where。〃
　'Am　I　to　assume　I'm　taking　the　place　of　Pare　Monceau？'
　'That　would　be　impossible。　But　for　the　time　being　you　will　relay