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Marie； I'll stop him！ I promise you I'll rip him out of your lives。 I'll take the Jackal and leave a dead man。 He'll never be able to touch you again…you'll be free。
Oh； Christ； who am I？ Mo； help me！ 。。。 No； Mo； don't！ I am what I have to be。 I am cold and I'm getting colder。 Soon I'll be ice 。。。 clear； transparent ice； ice so cold and pure it can move anywhere without being seen。 Can't you understand； Mo…you； too； Marie…I have to！ David has to go。 I can't have him around any longer。
Forgive me； Marie； and you forgive me； Doctor； but I'm thinking the truth。 A truth that has to be faced right now。 I'm not a fool； nor do I fool myself。 You both want me to let Jason Bourne get out of my life； release him to some infinity； but the reverse is what I have to do now。 David has to leave； at least for a while。
Don't bother me with such considerations！ I have work to do。
Where the hell is the men's department？ When he was finished making his purchases； all paid for in cash with as many different clerks as possible； he would find a men's room where he would replace every stitch of clothing on his body。 After that he would walk the streets of Washington until he found a hidden sewer grate。 The Chameleon； too； was back。
It was 7：35 in the evening when Bourne put down the single…edged razor blade。 He had removed all the labels from the assortment of new clothes； hanging up each item in the closet when he had finished except for the shirts； these he steamed in the bathroom to remove the odor of newness。 He crossed to the table； where room service had placed a bottle of Scotch whisky； club soda and a bucket of ice。 As he passed the desk with the telephone he stopped； he wanted so terribly to call Marie on the island but knew he could not； not from the hotel room。 That she and the children had arrived safely was all that mattered and they had； he had reached John St。 Jacques from another pay phone in Garfinkel's。
〃Hey； Davey； they're bushed！ They had to hang around the big island for damn near four hours until the weather cleared。 I'll wake Sis if you want me to； but after she fed Alison she just crashed。〃
〃Never mind； I'll call later。 Tell her I'm fine and take care of them； Johnny。〃
〃Will do； fella。 Now you tell me。 Are you okay？〃
〃I said I'm fine。〃
〃Sure； you can say it and she can say it； but Marie's not just my only sister； she's my favorite sister； and I know when that lady's shook up。〃
〃That's why you're going to take care of her。〃
〃I'm also going to have a talk with her。〃
〃Go easy； Johnny。〃
For a few moments he had been David Webb again； mused Jason； pouring himself a drink。 He did not like it； it felt wrong。 An hour later； however； Jason Bourne was back。 He had spoken to the clerk at the Mayflower about his reservation； the night manager had been summoned。
〃Ah； yes； Mr。 Simon；〃 the man had greeted him enthusiastically。 〃We understand you're here to argue against those terrible tax restrictions on business travel and entertainment。 Godspeed； as they say。 These politicians will ruin us all！ 。。。 There were no double rooms； so we took the liberty of providing you with a suite； no additional charge； of course。〃
All that had taken place over two hours ago； and since then he had removed the labels； steamed the shirts and scuffed the rubber…soled shoes on the hotel's window ledge。 Drink in hand； Bourne sat in a chair staring blankly at the wall； there was nothing to do but wait and think。
A quiet tapping at the door ended the waiting in a matter of minutes。 Jason walked rapidly across the room； opened the door and admitted the driver who had met him at the airport。 The CIA man carried an attaché case； he handed it to Bourne。
〃Everything's there； including a weapon and a box of shells。〃
〃Thanks。〃
〃Do you want to check it out？〃
〃I'll be doing that all night。〃
〃It's almost eight o'clock；〃 said the agent。 〃Your control will reach you around eleven。 That'll give you time to get started。〃
〃My control 。。。 ？〃
〃That's who he is； isn't he？〃
〃Yes； of course；〃 replied Jason softly。 〃I'd forgotten。 Thanks again。〃
The man left and Bourne hurried to the desk with the attaché case。 He opened it； removing first the automatic and the box of ammunition； then picking up what had to be several hundred puter printouts secured in file folders。 Somewhere in those myriad pages was a name that linked a man or a woman to Carlos the Jackal。 For these were the informational printouts of every guest currently at the hotel； including those who had checked out within the past twenty…four hours。 Each printout was supplemented by whatever additional information was found in the data banks of the CIA； Army G…2 and naval intelligence。 There could be a score of reasons why it might all be useless； but it was a place to start。 The hunt had begun。
Five hundred miles north； in another hotel suite； this on the third floor of Boston's Ritz…Carlton； there was another tapping on another hotel door。 Inside； an immensely tall man； whose well…tailored pin…striped suit made him appear even larger than his nearly six feet five inches of height； came rushing out of the bedroom。 His bald head； fringed by perfectly groomed gray hair above his temples； was like the skull of an anointed éminence grise of some royal court where kings； princes and pretenders deferred to his wisdom； delivered no doubt with the eyes of an eagle and the soaring voice of a prophet。 Although his rushing figure revealed a vulnerable anxiety； even that did not diminish his image of dominance。 He was important and powerful and he knew it。 All this was in contrast to the older man he admitted through the door。 There was little that was distinguished about this short； gaunt； elderly visitor； instead； he conveyed the look of defeat。
〃e in。 Quickly！ Did you bring the information？〃
〃Oh； yes； yes； indeed；〃 answered the gray…faced man whose rumpled suit and ill…fitting collar had both seen better days perhaps a decade ago。 〃How grand you look； Randolph；〃 he continued in a thin voice while studying his host and glancing around at the opulent suite。 〃And how grand a place this is； so proper for such a distinguished professor。〃
〃The information； please；〃 insisted Dr。 Randolph Gates of Harvard； expert in antitrust law and highly paid consultant to numerous industries。
〃Oh； give me a moment； my old friend。 It's been a long time since I've been near a hotel suite； much less stayed in one。 。。。 Oh； how things have changed for us over the years。 I read about you frequently and I've watched you on television。 You're so…erudite； Randolph； that's the word； but it's not enough。 It's what I said before…'grand；' that's what you are； grand and erudite。 So tall and imperious。〃
〃You might have been in the same position； you know；〃 broke in the impatient Gates。 〃Unfortunately； you looked for shortcuts where there weren't any。〃
〃Oh； there were lots of them。 I just chose the wrong ones。〃
〃I gather things haven't gone well for you…〃
〃You don't 'gather；' Randy； you know。 If your spies didn't inform you； certainly you can tell。〃
〃I was simply trying to find you。〃
〃Yes； that's what you said on the phone； what a number of people said to me in