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　'Treadstone？'　he　said　loud　enough　to　be　heard　from　below。
　'Delta！'
　Cain　is　for　Charlie　and　Delta　is　for　Cain。　Why　did　the　man　from　Treadstone　use　the　name　Delta　rather　than　Cain？　Delta　was　no　part　of　Treadstone；　he　had　disappeared　with　Medusa。　Jason　started　down　the　hill；　the　cold　rain　whipping　his　face；　his　hand　instinctively　reaching　beneath　his　jacket；　pressing　the　automatic　in　his　belt。
　He　walked　onto　the　stretch　of　lawn　in　front　of　the　white　mausoleum。　The　man　from　Treadstone　limped　towards　him；　then　stopped；　raising　his　flashlight；　the　harsh　beam　causing　Bourne　to　squint　and　turn　his　head　away。
　'It's　been　a　long　time；'　said　the　crippled　officer；　lowering　the　light。　'The　name's　Conklin；　in　case　you've　forgotten。'
　'Thank　you。　I　had。　It's　only　one　of　the　things。'
　'One　of　what　things？'
　〃That　I've　forgotten。'
　'You　remembered　this　place；　though。　I　guessed　you　would；　I　read　Abbott's　logs；　it　was　here　you　last　met；　last　made　a　delivery。　During　a　state　burial　for　some　minister　or　other；　wasn't　it？'
　'I　don't　know。　That's　what　we　have　to　talk　about　first　you　haven't　heard　from　me　in　over　six　months。　There's　an　explanation。'
　'Really？　Let's　hear　it。'
　The　simplest　way　to　put　it　is　that　I　was　wounded；　shot；　the　effects　of　the　wounds　causing　a　severe。。。　dislocation。　Disorientation　is　a　better　word；　I　guess。'
　'Sounds　good。　What　does　it　mean？'
　'I　suffered　a　memory　loss。　Total。　I　spent　over　five　months　on　an　island　in　the　Mediterranean　…　south　of　Marseilles　…　not　knowing　who　I　was　or　where　I　came　from。　There's　a　doctor；　an　Englishman　named　Washburn；　who　kept　medical　records。　He　can　verify　what　I'm　telling　you。'
　'I'm　sure　he　can；'　said　Conklin；　nodding。　'And　I'll　bet　those　records　are　massive。　Christ；　you　paid　enough。'
　'What　do　you　mean？'
　'We've　got　a　record；　too。　A　bank　officer　in　Zurich　who　thought　he　was　being　tested　by　Treadstone　transferred　three　million　Swiss　francs　to　Marseilles　for　an　untraceable　collection。　Thanks　for　giving　us　the　name。'
　That's　part　of　what　you　have　to　understand。　I　didn't　know。　He'd　saved　my　life；　put　me　back　together。　I　was　damn　near　a　corpse　when　I　was　brought　to　him。'
　'So　you　decided　a　million…odd　dollars　was　a　pretty　fair　ballpark　figure；　is　that　is？　Courtesy　of　the　Treadstone　budget。'
　'I　told　you；　I　didn't　know。　Treadstone　didn't　exist　for　me；　in　many　ways　it　still　doesn't。'
　'I　forgot。　You　lost　your　memory。　What　was　the　word？　Disorientation？'
　'Yes；　but　it's　not　strong　enough。　The　word　is　amnesia。'
　'Let's　stick　to　disorientation。　Because　it　seems　you　oriented　yourself　straight　into　Zurich；　right　to　the　Gemeinschaft。'
　There　was　a　negative　surgically　implanted　near　my　hip。'
　'There　certainly　was；　you　insisted　on　it。　A　few　of　us　understood　why。　It's　the　best　insurance　you　can　have。'
　'I　don't　know　what　you're　talking　about。　Can't　you　understand　that！'
　'Sure。　You　found　the　negative　with　only　a　number　on　it　and　right　away　you　assumed　the　name　of　Jason　Bourne。'
　'It　didn't　happen　that　way！　Each　day　it　seemed　I　learned　something；　one　step　at　a　time；　one　revelation　at　a　time。　A　hotel　clerk　called　me　Bourne；　I　didn't　learn　the　name　Jason　until　I　went　to　the　bank。'
　'Where　you　knew　exactly　what　to　do；'　interrupted　Conklin。　'No　hesitation　at　all。　In　and　out；　four　million　gone。'
　'Washburn　told　me　what　to　do！'
　Then　a　woman　came　along　who　just　happened　to　be　a　financial　whiz　kid　to　tell　you　how　to　squirrel　away　the　rest　I　And　before　that　you　took　out　Chernak　in　the　Lowenstrasse；　and　three　men　we　didn't　know　but　figured　they　sure　as　hell　knew　you。　And　here　in　Paris；　another　shot　in　a　bank　transfer　truck。　Another　associate？　You　covered　every　track；　every　goddamned　track。　Until　there　was　only　one　thing　left　to　do。　And　you　…　you　son　of　a　bitch　…　you　did　it。〃
　'Will　you　listen　to　me！　Those　men　tried　to　kill　me；　they've　been　hunting　me　since　Marseilles。　Beyond　that；　I　honestly　don't　know　what　you're　talking　about！。。。　Things　e　to　me　at　times。　Faces；　streets；　buildings；　sometimes　just　images　I　can't　place；　but　know　they　mean　something；　only　I　can't　relate　to　them。　And　names　…　there　are　names；　but　then　no　faces。　Goddamn　you！　I'm　an　amnesiac　I　That's　the　truth！'
　'One　of　those　names　wouldn't　be　Carlos；　would　it？'
　'Yes；　and　you　know　it！　That's　the　point；　you　know　much　more　about　it　than　/　do！　I　can　recite　a　thousand　facts　about　Carlos；　but　/　don't　know　why。　I　was　told　I　had　an　agreement　with　Treadstone　by　a　man　who's　halfway　back　to　Asia　by　now；　a　man　who　worked　for　Carlos；　He　said　Carlos　knows。　That　Carlos　was　closing　in　on　me；　that　you　put　out　the　word　that　I'd　turned。　He　couldn't　understand　the　strategy；　and　I　couldn't　tell　him。　You　thought　I'd　turned　because　you　didn't　hear　from　me；　and　I　couldn't　reach　you　because　I　didn't　know　who　you　were；　I　still　don't　know　who　you　are。'
　'Or　the　Monk；　I　suppose。'
　'Yes；　yes。。。　the　Monk。　His　name　was　Abbott。'
　'Very　good。　And　the　Yachtsman？　You　remember　the　Yachtsman；　don't　you？　And　his　wife？'
　'Names。　They're　there；　yes。　No　faces。'
　'Elliot　Stevens？'
　'Nothing。'
　'Or。。。　Gordon　Webb。'　Conklin　said　the　name　quietly。
　'What？'　Bourne　felt　the　jolt　in　his　chest；　then　a　stinging；　searing　pain　that　drove　through　his　temples　to　his　eyes。　His　eyes　were　on　fire！　Fire！　Explosions　and　darkness；　high　winds　and　pain。。。　Almanac　to　Delta！　Abandon；　abandon！　You　will　respond　as　ordered。　Abandon！　'Gordon。。。'　Jason　heard　his　own　voice；　but　it　was　far　away　in　a　faraway　wind。　He　closed　his　eyes；　the　eyes　that　burned　so；　and　tried　to　push　the　mists　away。　Then　he　opened　his　eyes　and　was　not　at　all　surprised　to　see　Conklin's　gun　aimed　at　his　head。
　'I　don't　know　how　you　did　it；　but　you　did。　The　only　thing　left　to　do　and　you　did　it！　You　got　back　to　New　York　and　blew　them　all　away。　You　butchered　them；　you　son　of　a　bitch。　I　wish　to　Christ　I　could　bring　you　back　and　see　you　strapped　into　an　electric　chair；　but　I　can't；　so　I'll　do　the　next　best　thing。　I'll　take　you　myself。'
　'I　haven't　been　in　New　York　for　the　past　six　months。　Before　then；　I　don't　know；　but　not　in　the　last　six　months。'
　'Liar！　Why　didn't　you　do　it　really　right？　Why　didn't　you　time　your　goddamn　stunt　so　you　could　get　to　the　funerals？　The　Monk's　was　just　the　other　day；　you　would　have　seen　a　lot　of　old　friends！　And　your　brother's'。　Jesus　God　Almighty＇　You　could　have　escorted　his　wife　down　the　aisle　of　the　church；　maybe　delivered　the　eulogy；　that'd　be　the　kicker！　At　least；　speak　well　of　the　brother　you　killed！'
　'Brother？。。。　Stop　it！　For　Christ's　sake；　stop　it！'
　'Why　should　I？　Cain　alive！　We　made　him　and　he　came　to　life！'
　〃I'm　not　Cain。　He　never　was！　I　never　was！'
　〃So　you　do　know！　Liar！　Bastard！'
　'Put　that　gun　away。　I'm　telling　you；　put　it　down。'
　'No　chance。　I　swore　to　myself　I'd　give　you　two　minutes　because　I　wanted　to　hear　what　you'd　e　up　with。　Well；　I've　heard　it　and　it　smells。　Who　gave　you　the　right？　We　all　lose　things；　it　goes　with　the　job；　and　if　you　don't　like　the　goddamned　job　you　get　out！　If　there's　no　acmodation　you　fade；　that's　what　I　thought　you　did　and　I　was　willing　to　pass　on　you；　to　persuade　the　others　to　let　you　fade！　But　no；　you　came　back　and　turned　your　gun　on　us！'
　'I　didn't　turn　my　gun　on　you。'
　'Tell　that　to　the　laboratory　techs　who　have　eight　fragments　of　glass　that　spell　out　two　prints。　Third　and　index　fingers；　right　hand。　You　were　there　and　you　butchered　five　people！　You　…　one　of　them　…　took　out　your　guns　…　plural　…　and　blew　them　away！　Perfect　set…up。　Discredited　strategy。　Varied　shells；　multiple　bullets；　infiltration。　Treadstone's　aborted　and　you　walk　out　free！'
　'No；　you're　wrong！　It　was　Carlos！　Not　me；　Carlos。　If　what　you're　saying　took　place　on　Seventy…first　Street；　it　was　him！　He　knows！　They　know！　A　residence　on　Seventy…first　Street。　Number　One　hundred　and　forty。　They　know　about　it！'
　Conklin　nodded；　his　eyes　clouded；　the　loathing　in　them　seen　in　the　dim　light；　through　the　rain。　'So　perfect；'　he　said　slowly。　〃The　prime　mover　of　the　strategy　blows　it　apart　by　making　a　deal　with　the　target。　What's　your　take　beside　the　four　million　plus？　Carlos　gave　you　immunity　from　his　own　particular　brand　of　persecution？　You　two　make　a　lovely　couple！'
　That's　crazy！'
　'And　accurate；'　pleted　the　man　from　Treadstone。　'Only　eight　people　knew　that　address　before　seven…thirty　last　Friday　night。　Three　of　them　were　killed；　and　we're　two　of　the　other　five。　If　Carlos　found　it；　there's　only　one　person　who　could　have　told　him。　You！'
　'How　could　I？　I　didn't　know　it！　I　don't　know　it！'
　'You　just　said　it。'　Conklin's　left　hand　gripped　the　cane；　it　was　a　prelude　to　firing；　steadying　a　crippled　foot。
　'Don't；'　shouted　Bourne；　knowing　the　plea　was　useless；　spinning　to　his　left　as　he　shouted；　his　right　foot　lashing　out　at　the　wrist　that　held　the　gun。　Che…sah　was　the　unknown　word　that　was　the　silent　scream　in　his　head。　Conklin　fell　back　firing　wildly　in　the　air；　tripping　over　his　cane。　Jason　spun　around　and　down；　now　hammering　his　left　foot　at　the　weapon；　it　flew　out　of　the　hand　that　held　it。
　Conklin　rolled　on　the　ground；　his　eyes　on　the　far　columns　of　the　mausoleum；　expecting　an　explosion　from　the　gun　that　would　blow　his　attacker　into　the　air。　No！　The　man　from　Treadstone　rolled　again！　Now　to　the　right；　his　features　in　shock