rl.thebourneidentity-第103部分

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　She　opened　the　door　and　for　a　moment　he　stood　looking　at　her；　seeing　the　large　brown　eyes　that　roamed　his　face；　eyes　that　were　afraid　yet　curious。　She　knew。　Not　the　answer；　but　that　there　was　an　answer；　and　he　had　e　back　to　tell　her　what　it　was。　He　walked　into　the　room；　she　closed　the　door。
　'It　happened；'　she　said。
　'It　happened。'　Bourne　turned　and　reached　for　her。　She　came　to　him　and　they　held　each　other；　the　silence　of　the　embrace　saying　more　than　any　spoken　words。　'You　were　right；'　he　whispered　finally；　his　lips　against　her　soft　hair。　'There's　a　great　deal　I　don't　know　…　may　never　know　…　but　you　were　right。　I'm　not　Cain　because　there　is　no　Cain；　there　never　was。　Not　the　Cain　they　talk　about；　he　never　existed。　He's　a　myth　invented　to　draw　out　Carlos。　I'm　that　creation。　A　man　from　Medusa　called　Delta　agreed　to　bee　a　lie　named　Cain。　I'm　that　man。'
　She　pulled　back；　still　holding　him。'　〃Cain　is　for　Charlie。。。〃'　She　said　the　words　quietly。
　'　〃And　Delta　is　for　Cain〃；'　pleted　Jason。　'You've　heard　me　say　it？'
　Marie　nodded。　'Yes。　One　night　in　the　room　in　Switzerland；　you　shouted　it　in　your　sleep。　You　never　mentioned　Carlos；　just　Cain。。。　Delta。　I　said　something　to　you　in　the　morning　about　it；　but　you　didn't　answer　me。　You　just　looked　out　of　the　window。'
　'Because　I　didn't　understand。　I　still　don't；　but　I　accept　it　It　explains　so　many　things。'
　She　nodded　again。　'The　provocateur。　The　code　words　you　use；　the　strange　phrases；　the　perceptions。　But　why？　Why　you？'
　'To　clean　a　slate　somewhere。〃　That's　what　he　said。'
　'Who　said？'
　'D'Anjou。'
　The　man　on　the　steps　in　Pare　Monceau？　The　switchboard　operator？'
　The　man　from　Medusa。　I　knew　him　in　Medusa。'
　'What　did　he　say？'
　Bourne　told　her。　And　as　he　did；　he　could　see　in　her　the　relief　he　had　felt　in　himself。　There　was　a　light　in　her　eyes；　and　a　muted　throbbing　in　her　neck；　sheer　joy　bursting　from　her　throat。　It　was　almost　as　if　she　could　barely　wait　for　him　to　finish　so　she　could　hold　him　again。
　'Jason！'　she　cried；　taking　his　face　in　her　hands。　'Darling；　my　darling！　My　friend　has　e　back　to　me！　It's　everything　we　knew；　everything　we　felt　I　'
　'Not　quite　everything；'　he　said；　touching　her　cheek。　'I'm　Jason　to　you；　Bourne　to　me；　because　that's　the　name　I　was　given；　and　have　to　use　it　because　I　don't　have　any　other。　But　it's　not　mine。'
　'An　invention？'
　'No；　he　was　real。　They　say　I　killed　him　in　a　place　called　Tarn　Quan。'
　She　took　her　hands　away　from　his　face；　sliding　them　to　his　shoulders；　not　letting　him　go。　〃There　must　have　been　a　reason。'
　'I　hope　so。　I　don't　know。　Maybe　it's　the　slate　I'm　trying　to　clean。'
　'It　doesn't　matter'　she　said；　releasing　him。　'It's　in　the　past；　ten　years　ago。　All　that　matters　now　is　that　you　reach　the　men　at　Treadstone；　because　they're　trying　to　reach　you。'
　'D'Anjou　said　word　was　out　that　the　Americans　think　I've　turned。　No　word　from　me　in　over　six　months；　millions　taken　out　of　Zurich。　They　must　think　I'm　the　most　expensive　miscalculation　on　record。'
　'You　can　explain　what　happened。　You　haven't　knowingly　broken　your　agreement；　on　the　other　hand　you　can't　go　on。　It's　impossible。　All　the　training　you　received　means　nothing　to　you。　It's　there　only　in　fragments　…　images　and　phrases　that　you　can't　relate　to　anything。　People　you're　supposed　to　know；　you　don't　know。　They're　faces　without　names；　without　reasons　for　being　where　they　are；　or　what　they　are。'
　Bourne　took　off　his　coat　and　pulled　the　automatic　from　his　belt　He　studied　the　cylinder　…　the　ugly；　perforated　extension　of　the　barrel　that　guaranteed　to　reduce　the　decibel　count　of　a　gunshot　to　a　spit。　It　sickened　him。　He　walked　to　the　bureau；　put　the　weapon　inside　and　pushed　the　drawer　shut。　He　held　onto　the　knobs　for　a　moment；　his　eyes　straying　to　the　mirror；　to　the　face　in　the　glass　that　had　no　name。
　'What　do　I　say　to　them？'　he　asked。　'This　is　Jason　Bourne　calling。　Of　course；　I　know　that's　not　my　name　because　I　killed　a　man　named　Jason　Bourne；　but　it's　the　one　you　gave　me。。。　I'm　sorry；　gentlemen；　but　something　happened　to　me　on　the　way　to　Marseilles。　I　lost　something　…　nothing　you　can　put　a　price　on　…　just　my　memory。　Now；　I　gather　we've　got　an　agreement；　but　I　don't　remember　what　it　is；　except　for　crazy　phrases　like　〃Get　Carlos！〃　and　〃Trap　Carlos！〃　and　something　about　Delta　being　Cain　and　Cain　is　supposed　to　replace　Charlie　and　Charlie　is　really　Carlos。　Things　like　that；　which　may　lead　you　to　think　I　do　remember。　You　might　even　say　to　yourselves　〃we've　got　one　prime　bastard　here。　Let's　put　him　away　for　a　couple　of　decades　in　a　very　tight　stockade。　He　not　only　took　us；　but　worse；　he　could　prove　to　be　one　hell　of　an　embarrassment。〃'　Bourne　turned　from　the　mirror　and　looked　at　Marie。　'I'm　not　kidding。　What　do　I　say？'
　The　truth；'　she　answered。　They'll　accept　it。　They've　sent　you　a　message；　they're　trying　to　reach　you。　As　far　as　the　six　months　is　concerned；　wire　Washburn　in　Port　Noir。　He　kept　records　…extensive；　detailed　records。'
　'He　may　not　answer。　We　had　our　own　agreement。　For　putting　me　back　together　he　was　to　receive　a　third　of　Zurich；　untraceable　to　him。　I　sent　him　over　a　million　American　dollars。'
　'Do　you　think　that　would　stop　him　from　helping　you？'
　Jason　paused。　'He　may　not　be　able　to　help　himself。　He's　got　a　problem；　he's　a　drunk。　Not　a　drinker。　A　drunk。　The　worst　kind；　he　knows　it　and　likes　it。　How　long　can　he　live　with　a　million　dollars？　More　to　the　point；　how　long　do　you　think　those　waterfront　pirates　will　let　him　live　once　they　find　out？'
　'You　can　still　prove　you　were　there。　For　six　months　you　were　ill；　isolated。　You　weren't　in　contact　with　anyone。'
　'How　can　the　men　at　Treadstone　be　sure？　From　their　view　I'm　a　walking　encyclopaedia　of　official　secrets。　I　had　to　be　to　do　what　I've　done。　How　can　they　be　certain　I　haven't　talked　to　the　wrong　people？'
　Tell　them　to　send　a　team　to　Port　Noir。'
　'It'll　be　greeted　with　blank　stares　and　silence。　I　left　that　island　in　the　middle　of　the　night　with　half　the　waterfront　after　me　with　hooks。　If　anyone　down　there　made　any　money　out　of　Washburn；　he'll　see　the　connection　and　walk　the　other　way。'
　'Jason；　I　don't　know　what　you're　driving　at！　You've　got　your　answer；　the　answer　you've　been　looking　for　since　you　woke　up　that　morning　in　Port　Noir。　What　more　do　you　want？'
　'I　want　to　be　careful；　that's　all！'　said　Bourne　abrasively。　'I　want　to　〃look　before　I　leap〃　and　make　damn　sure　the　〃stable　door　is　shut〃　and　Jack　be　nimble；　Jack　be　quick；　Jack　jump　over　the　candle　stick　…　but　for　Christ's　sake　don't　fall　into　the　fire！〃　How's　that　for　remembering。'　He　was　shouting；　he　stopped。
　Marie　walked　across　the　room　and　stood　in　front　of　him。　'It's　very　good。　But　that's　not　it；　is　it？　Being　careful　I　mean；'
　Jason　shook　his　head。　'No；　it　isn't；'　he　said。　'With　each　step　I've　been　afraid；　afraid　of　the　things　I've　learned。　Now；　at　the　end；　I'm　more　frightened　than　ever。　If　I'm　not　Jason　Bourne；　who　am　I　really？　What　have　I　left　back　there？　Has　that　occurred　to　you？〃
　'In　all　its　ramifications；　my　darling。　In　a　way；　I'm　far　more　afraid　than　you。　But　I　don't　think　that　can　stop　us。　I　wish　to　God　it　could；　but　I　know　it　can't。'
　The　attaché　at　the　American　Embassy　on　the　Avenue　Gabriel　walked　into　the　office　of　the　First　Secretary　and　closed　the　door。　The　man　at　the　desk　looked　up。
　'You're　sure　it's　him？'
　'I'm　only　sure　he　used　the　key　words；'　said　the　attaché　crossing　to　the　desk；　a　red…bordered　index　card　in　his　hand。　'Here's　the　flag；'　he　continued；　handing　the　card　to　the　First　Secretary。　'I've　checked　off　the　words　he　used；　and　if　that　flag's　accurate；　I'd　say　he's　genuine。'
　The　man　behind　the　desk　studied　the　card。　'When　did　he　use　the　name　Treadstone？'
　'Only　after　I　convinced　him　that　he　wasn't　going　to　talk　with　anyone　in　U。　S。　Intelligence　unless　or　until　he　gave　me　a　damn　good　reason。　I　think　he　thought　it'd　blow　my　mind　when　he　said　he　was　Jason　Bourne。　When　I　simply　asked　him　what　I　could　do　for　him；　he　seemed　stuck；　almost　as　if　he　might　hang　up　on　me。'
　'Didn't　he　say　there　was　a　flag　out　for　him？'　'I　was　waiting　for　it　but　he　never　said　it　According　to　that　eight…word　sketch　…　〃Experienced　field　officer。　Possible　defection　or　enemy　detention〃　…　he　could　have　just　said　the　word　〃fl