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　Jason　kept　his　eyes　on　his　watch；　the　infinitesimal　jumps　of　the　thin；　delicate　sweep　hand　too　agonizingly　slow。　He　began　his　own　personal　count　down　at　thirty　seconds；　calculating　the　heartbeat　that　echoed　in　his　throat　as　somewhere　around　two　and　a　half　per　second。　He　started　dialling　at　ten　seconds；　inserted　the　coins　at　four；　and　spoke　to　the　Terrasse's　switchboard　at　minus…five。　Marie　picked　up　the　phone　the　instant　it　began　to　ring。
　'What　happened？'　he　asked。　'I　thought　you　might　still　be　talking。'
　'It　was　a　very　short　conversation。　I　think　d'Anjou　was　wary。
　He　may　have　a　list　of　names　of　those　who've　been　given　the　private　number；　I　don't　know。　But　he　sounded　withdrawn；　hesitant。'
　〃What　did　he　say？'
　'Monsieur　Bergeron　is　on　a　fabric　search　in　the　Mediterranean。　He　left　this　morning　and　isn't　expected　back　for　several　weeks。'
　'It's　possible　I　may　have　just　seen　him　eight　hundred　miles　from　the　Mediterranean。'
　'Where？'
　'In　church。　If　it　was　Bergeron；　he　gave　absolution　with　the　point　of　a　very　sharp　instrument。'
　'What　are　you　talking　about？'
　'Lavier's　dead。'
　'Oh；　my　God！　What　are　you　going　to　do？'
　'Talk　to　a　man　I　think　I　knew。　If　he's　got　a　brain　in　his　head；　he'll　listen。　He's　marked　for　extinction。'
　'D'Anjou。'
　'Delta？　I　wondered　when。。。　I　think　I'd　know　your　voice　anywhere。'
　He　had　said　it！　The　name　had　been　spoken！　The　name　that　meant　nothing　to　him；　and　yet　somehow；　everything。　D'Anjou　knew。　Philippe　d'Anjou　was　part　of　the　unremembered　past　Delta。　Cain　is　for　Charlie　and　Delta　is　for　Cain！　Delta。　Delta。　Delta！　He　had　known　this　man　and　this　man　had　the　answer！　Alpha；　Bravo；　Cain；　Delta；　Echo；　Foxtrot。。。
　Medusa！
　'Medusa；'　he　said　softly；　repeating　the　name　that　was　a　silent　scream　in　his　ears。
　'Paris　is　not　Tarn　Quan；　Delta。　There　are　no　debts　between　us　any　longer。　Don't　look　for　payment　We　work　for　different　employers　now。'
　'Jacqueline　Lavier's　dead。　Carlos　killed　her　in　Neuilly…sur…Seine　less　than　thirty　minutes　ago。'
　'Don't　even　try。　As　of　two　hours　ago　Jacqueline　was　on　her　way　out　of　France。　She　called　me　herself　from　Orly　Airport。　She's　joining　Monsieur　Bergeron。。。'
　'On　a　fabric　search　in　the　Mediterranean？'　interrupted　Jason。
　D'Anjou　paused。　'The　woman　on　the　line　asking　for　Ben。。。　I　thought　as　much。　It　changes　nothing。　I　spoke　with　her；　she　called　from　Orly。〃
　'She　was　told　to　tell　you　that。　Did　she　sound　in　control　of　herself？'
　'She　was　upset　and　no　one　knows　why　better　than　you。　You've　done　a　remarkable　job　down　here。　Delta。　Or　Cain。　Or　whatever　you　call　yourself　now。　Of　course　she　wasn't　herself。　It's　why　she's　going　away　for　a　while。'
　'It's　why　she's　dead。　You're　next。'
　'The　last　twenty…four　hours　were　worthy　of　you。　This　isn't。'
　'She　was　followed；　you're　being　followed。　Watched　every　moment。'
　'If　I　am　it's　for　my　own　protection。〃
　'Then　why　is　Lavier　dead？〃
　'I　don't　believe　she　is。'
　'Would　she　mit　suicide？'
　'Never。'
　'Call　the　rectory　at　the　Church　of　the　Blessed　Sacrament　in　Neuilly…sur…Seine。　Ask　about　the　woman　who　killed　herself　while　making　confession。　What　have　you　got　to　lose？　I'll　call　you　back。'
　Bourne　hung　up　and　left　the　box。　He　stepped　off　the　kerb；　looking　for　a　cab。　The　next　call　to　Philippe　d'Anjou　would　be　made　a　minimum　of　ten　blocks　away。　The　man　from　Medusa　would　not　be　convinced　easily　and；　until　he　was；　Jason　would　not　risk　electronic　scanners　picking　up　even　the　general　location　of　the　call。
　Delta？　I　think　I'd　know　your　voice　anywhere。　Paris　is　not　Tarn　Quan。　Tarn　Quan。。。　Tarn　Quan；　Tarn　Quan！　Cain　is　for　Charlie　and　Delta　is　for　Cain。　Medusa！
　Stop　it！　Do　not　think　of　things　that。。。　you　cannot　think　about。　Concentrate　on　what　is。　Now。　You。　Not　what　others　say　you　are　…　not　even　what　you　may　think　you　are。　Only　the　now。　And　the　now　is　a　man　who　can　give　you　answers。
　We　work　for　different　employers。。。
　That　was　the　key。
　Tell　me！　For　Christ's　sake；　tell　me！　Who　is　it？　Who　is　my　employer；　d'Anjou？
　A　taxi　swerved　to　a　stop　perilously　close　to　his　kneecaps。　Jason　opened　the　door　and　climbed　in。　'Place　Vendome；'　he　said；　knowing　it　was　near　Saint…Honoree〃。　He　must　be　as　close　as　possible　to　put　in　motion　the　strategy　that　was　rapidly　ing　into　focus。　He　had　the　advantage；　it　was　a　matter　of　using　it　for　a　dual　purpose。　D'Anjou　had　to　be　convinced　that　those　following　him　were　his　executioners。　But　what　those　men　could　not　know　was　that　another　would　be　following　them。
　The　Vendome　was　crowded　as　usual；　the　traffic　wild　as　usual　Bourne　saw　a　telephone　box　on　the　corner　and　got　out　of　the　taxi。　He　went　inside　and　dialled　Les　Classiques：　it　had　been　fourteen　minutes　since　he　had　called　from　Neuilly…sur…Seine。
　'D'Anjou？'
　'A　woman　took　her　own　life　while　at　confession；　that's　all　I　know。'
　'e　on；　you　wouldn't　settle　for　that。。；　Medusa　wouldn't　settle　for　that。'
　'Give　me　a　moment　to　put　the　board　on　hold。'　The　line　went　dead　for　roughly　four　seconds。　D'Anjou　returned。　'A　middle…aged　woman　with　silver　and　white　hair；　expensive　clothing；　and　a　St　Laurent　bag。　I've　just　described　ten　thousand　women　in　Paris。　How　do　I　know　you　didn't　take　one；　kill　her；　make　her　the　basis　of　this　call？'
　'Oh；　sure；　I　carried　her　into　the　church　like　a　pieta；　blood　dripping　in　the　aisles　from　her　open　stigmata。　Be　reasonable；　d'Anjou。　Let's　start　with　the　obvious。　The　bag　wasn't　hers；　she　carried　a　white　leather　handbag。　She'd　hardly　be　likely　to　advertise　a　peting　house。'
　'Lending　credence　to　my　belief。　It　was　not　Jacqueline　Lavier。'
　'Lends　more　to　mine。　The　papers　in　that　bag　identified　her　as　someone　else。　The　body　will　be　claimed　quickly；　no　one　touches　Les　Classiques。'
　'Because　you　say　so？'
　'No。　Because　it's　the　method　used　by　Carlos　in　five　kills　I　can　name。〃　He　could。　That　was　the　frightening　thing。　'A　man　is　taken　out；　the　police　believing　he's　one　person；　the　death　an　enigma；　killers　unknown。　Then　they　find　out　he's　someone　else；　by　which　time　Carlos　is　in　another　country；　another　contract　fulfilled。　Lavier　was　a　variation　of　that　method；　that's　all。'
　'Words；　Delta。　You　never　said　much；　but　when　you　did；　the　words　were　there。'
　'And　if　you　were　in　Saint…Honoree　three　or　four　weeks　from　now　…　which　you　won't　be　…　you'd　see　how　it　ends。　A　plane　crash；　or　a　boat　lost　in　the　Mediterranean。　Bodies　charred　beyond　recognition；　or　simply　gone。　The　identities　of　the　dead；　however；　clearly　established。　Lavier　and　Bergeron。　But　only　one　is　really　dead；　Mme　Lavier。　Monsieur　Bergeron　is　privileged　…　more　than　you　ever　knew。　Bergeron　is　back　in　business。　And　as　for　you；　you're　a　statistic　in　the　Paris　morgue。'
　'And　you？'
　'According　to　the　plan　I'm　dead　too。　They　expect　to　take　me　through　you。〃
　'Logical。　We're　both　from　Medusa；　they　know　that　…　Carlos　knows　that。　It's　to　be　assumed　you　recognized　me。'
　'And　you　me？'
　D'Anjou　paused。　'Yes；'　he　said。　'As　I　told　you；　we　work　for　different　employers　now。'
　'That's　what　I　want　to　talk　about。'
　'No　talking。　Delta。　But　for　old　times'　sake　…　for　what　you　did　for　us　all　in　Tam　Quan　…　take　the　advice　of　a　Medusan。　Get　out　of　Paris；　or　you're　that　dead　man　you　just　mentioned。'
　'I　can't　do　that。'
　'You　should。　If　I　have　the　opportunity；　I'll　pull　the　trigger　myself　and　be　well　paid　for　it'
　Then　I'll　give　you　that　opportunity。'
　'Forgive　me　if　I　find　that　ludicrous。〃
　'You　don't　know　what　I　want；　or　how　much　I'm　willing　to　risk　to　get　it。'
　'Whatever　you　want　you'll　take　risks　for　it。　But　the　real　danger　will　be　your　enemy's。　I　know　you；　Delta。　And　I　must　get　back　to　the　switchboard。　I'd　wish　you　good　hunting　but。。。'
　It　was　the　moment　to　use　the　only　weapon　he　had　left；　the　sole　threat　that　might　keep　d'Anjou　on　the　line。　'Whom　do　you　call　for　instructions　now　that　Pare　Monceau　is　out？'
　The　tension　was　accentuated　by　d'Anjou's　silence。　When　he　replied；　his　voice　was　a　whisper。　'What　did　you　say？'
　'It's　why　she　was　killed；　you　know。　Why　you'll　be　killed；　too。　She　went　to　Pare　Monceau　and　she　died　for　it。　You've　been　to　Pare　Monceau　and　you'll　die　for　it；　too。　Carlos　can't　afford　you　any　longer；　you　simply　know　too　much。　Why　should　he　jeopardize　such　an　arrangement？　He'll　use　you　to　trap　me。　then　kill　you；　and　set　up　another　Les　Classiques。　As　one　Medusan　to　another；　can　you　doubt　it？'
　The　silence　was　longer　now；　more　intense　than　before。　It　was　apparent　that　the　older　man　from　Medusa　was　asking　himself　several　hard　questions。　'What　do　you　want　from　me？　Except　me。　You　should　know　hostages　are　meaningless。　Yet　you　provoke　me；　astonish　me　with　what　you've　learned。　I'm　no　good　to　you　dead　or　alive；　so　what　is　it　you　want？
　'Information。　If　you　have　it；　I'll　get　out　of　Paris　tonight　and　neither　Carlos　nor　you　will　ever　hear　from　me　again。'
　'What　information？'
　'You'll　lie　if　I　ask　for　it　now。　I　would。　But　when　I　see　you；　you'll　tell　me　the　truth。'
　'With　a　wire　around　my　throat？'
　'In　the　middle　of　a　crowd？'
　'A　crowd？　Daylight？'
　'An　hour　from　now。　Outside　the　Louvre。　Near　the　steps。　At　the　taxi　stand。'
　'The　Louvre？　Crowds？　Information　you　think　I　have　that　will　send　you　away？。。。　You　can't　reasonably　expect　me　to　discuss　my　employer。'
　'Not　yours。　Mine。'
　Treadstone？
　He　knew！　Philippe　d'A