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nd false…into his pockets and left the Pont…Royal。 Before doing so； however； he stuffed the bed with pillows； and hung his traveling clothes in clear view over the chair。 He walked casually past the ornate front desk； and once outside on Montalembert ran to the nearest telephone kiosk。 He inserted a coin and dialed Bernardine's home。
〃It's Simon；〃 he said。
〃I thought so；〃 replied the Frenchman。 〃I was hoping so。 I've just heard from Alex and told him not to tell me where you were； one cannot reveal what one does not know。 Still； if I were you； I'd go to another place； at least for the night。 You may have been spotted at the airport。〃
〃What about you？〃
〃I intend to be a canard。〃
〃A duck？〃
〃The sitting variety。 The Deuxième has my flat under watch。 Perhaps I'll have a visitor； it would be convenient； n'est…ce pas？〃
〃You didn't tell your office about…〃
〃About you？〃 interrupted Bernardine。 〃How could I； monsieur； when I don't know you？ My protective Bureau believes I had a threatening call from an old adversary known to be a psychopath。 Actually I removed him in the Maritimes years ago but I never closed the file…〃
〃Should you be telling me this on your telephone？〃
〃I thought I mentioned that it was a unique instrument。〃
〃You did。〃
〃Suffice it to say it cannot be tapped and still function。 。。。 You need rest； monsieur。 You are no good to anyone； least of all yourself； without it。 Find a bed； I cannot help you there。〃
〃 'Rest is a weapon；' 〃 said Jason； repeating a phrase he had e to believe was a vital truth； vital for survival in a world he loathed。
〃I beg your pardon？〃
〃Nothing。 I'll find a bed and call you in the morning。〃
〃Tomorrow then。 Bonne chance； mon ami。 For both of us。〃
He found a room at the Avenir； an inexpensive hotel on the rue Gay…Lussac。 Registering under a false name； promptly forgotten； he climbed the stairs to his room； removed his clothes； and fell into the bed。 〃Rest is a weapon；〃 he said to himself； staring at the ceiling； at the flickering lights of the Paris streets as they traveled across the plaster。 Whether rest came in a mountain cave or a rice paddy in the Mekong Delta； it did not matter； it was a weapon frequently more powerful than firepower。 That was the lesson drummed into his head by d'Anjou； the man who had given his life in a Beijing forest so that Jason Bourne might live。 Rest is a weapon； he considered； touching the bandage around his neck yet not really feeling it； its constricting presence fading as sleep came。
He woke up slowly； cautiously； the noise of the traffic in the streets below pounding up to his window； the metallic horns like the erratic cawing of angry crows amid the irregular bursts of angry engines； full bore one moment； abrupt quiet the next。 It was a normal morning in the narrow streets of Paris。 Holding his neck rigid； Jason swung his legs to the floor from the inadequate bed and looked at his watch； startled at what he saw； wondering for an instant whether he had adjusted the watch for Paris time。 Of course he had。 It was 10：07 in the morning…Paris time。 He had slept nearly eleven hours； a fact confirmed by the rumbling in his stomach。 Exhaustion was now replaced by acute hunger。
Food； however； would have to wait； there were things to take care of； and first on the list was to reach Bernardine； and then to learn the security status of the Pont…Royal hotel。 He got to his feet； stiffly； unsteadily； numbness momentarily invading his legs and arms。 He needed a hot shower； which was not to be had at the Avenir； then mild exercise to limber up his body； therapies unnecessary only a few years ago。 He removed his wallet from his trousers； pulled out Bernardine's card and returned to the bed to use the telephone beside it； he dialed。
〃Le canard had no visitors； I'm afraid；〃 said the Deuxième veteran。 〃Not even the hint of a hunter； which I presume is favorable news。〃
〃It's not until we find Panov…if we find him。 The bastards！〃
〃Yes； that must be faced。 It's the ugliest part of our work。〃
〃Goddamn it； I can't dismiss a man like Mo with 'That must be faced'！〃
〃I'm not asking you to。 I'm only remarking upon the reality。 Your feelings are meaningful to you； but they don't change reality。 I did not mean to offend you。〃
〃And I didn't mean to mouth off。 Sorry。 It's just that he's a very special person。〃
〃I understand。 。。。 What are your plans？ What do you need？〃
〃I don't know yet；〃 answered Bourne。 〃I'll pick up the car in the Capucines and an hour or so later I'll know more。 Will you be home or at the Deuxième Bureau？〃
〃Until I hear from you I will stay in my flat and near my very unique telephone。 Under the circumstances I prefer that you do not call me at the office。〃
〃That's an astonishing statement。〃
〃I don't know everyone these days at the Deuxième； and at my age； caution is not merely the better part of valor； it's frequently a substitute。 Besides； to call off my protection so swiftly might generate rumors of senility。 。。。 Speak to you later； mon ami。〃
Jason replaced the phone； tempted to pick it up again and reach the Pont…Royal； but this was Paris； the city of discretion； where hotel clerks were loath to give information over the telephone； and would refuse to do so with guests they did not know。 He dressed quickly； went down to pay his bill； and walked out onto the rue Gay…Lussac。 There was a taxi stand at the corner； eight minutes later he walked into the lobby of the Pont…Royal and up to the concierge。 〃Je m'appelle Monsieur Simon；〃 he said to the man； giving his room number。 〃I ran into a friend last night；〃 he continued in flawless French； 〃and I stayed at her place。 Would you know if anyone came around looking for me； perhaps asking for me。〃 Bourne removed several large franc notes； his eyes telling the man he would pay generously for confidentiality。 〃Or even describing someone like me；〃 he added softly。
〃Merci bien； monsieur。 。。。 I understand。 I will check further with the night concierge； but I'm sure he would have left a note for my personal attention if someone had e here seeking you。〃
〃Why are you so sure？〃
〃Because he did leave such a note for me to speak with you。 I've been calling your room since seven o'clock this morning when I came on duty。〃
〃What did the note say？〃 asked Jason； his breathing on hold。
〃It's what I'm to say to you。 'Reach his friend across the Atlantic。 The man has been phoning all night。' I can attest to the accuracy of that； monsieur。 The switchboard tells me that last call was less than thirty minutes ago。〃
〃Thirty minutes ago？〃 said Jason； looking hard at the concierge and then at his watch。 〃It's five A。M。 over there 。。。 all night？〃
The hotel man nodded as Bourne started for the elevator。
〃Alex； for Christ's sake； what is it？ They told me you've been calling all…〃
〃Are you at the hotel？〃 interrupted Conklin quickly。
〃Yes； I am。〃
〃Get to a public phone in the street and call me back。 Hurry。〃
Again the slow； cumbersome elevator； the faded ornate lobby now half filled with Parisians talking manically； many heading for the bar and their prenoon apéritifs； and again the hot bright summer street outside and the maddening