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'I'm willing to be convinced,' replied the man from State. 'Is this related, to that business in New York a week ago? Elliot Stevens, that Major Webb and David Abbott? Where the circumstances were, shall we say, considerably altered?'

'You were aware of the alterations?'

'I'm the head of Cons-Op, General. . .

'Yes, you would be . . . Stevens wasn't married; the rest understood. Robbery and homicide were preferable. The answer is affirmative. '

'I see . . . Your man Bourne flew into New York yesterday morning. '

'I know. We know - that is Conklin and myself. We're the inheritors. '

'You've been in touch with Conklin?'

'I last spoke to him around one o'clock in the afternoon. Unlogged. He insisted on it, frankly. '

'He's checked out of Langley. There's no number where he can be reached. '

'I know that, too. Don't try . . . With all due respect, tell the Secretary to back away. You back away. Don't get involved. '

'We are involved, General. We're flying over the Canadian woman by, diplomatic. '

'For God's sake, why?'

'We were forced to; she forced us to. '

"Then keep her in isolation. You've got to! She's our resolve, we'll be responsible. '

'I think you'd better explain. '

'We're dealing with an insane man, A multiple schizophrenic. He's a walking firing squad; he could kill a dozen innocent people with one outburst, one explosion in his own head, and he wouldn't know why. '

'How do you know?'

'Because he's already killed. That massacre in New York last week - it was him. He killed Stevens, the Monk, Webb -above all, Webb - and two others you never heard of . . . We understand now. He wasn't responsible, but that can't change anything. Leave him to us. To Conklin. '

'Last week? Bourne?'

'Yes. We have proof. Prints. They were confirmed by the bureau. It was him. '

'Your man would leave prints?'

'He did. '

'He couldn't have,' said the man from State.


Tell me, where did . you come up with the conclusion of insanity? This multiple schizophrenia, or whatever the hell you call it. '

'Conklin spoke to a psychiatrist - one of the best - an authority on stress-breakdowns. Alex described the history and it was brutal. The doctor confirmed our suspicions, Conklin's suspicions. '

'He confirmed them?' asked the director, stunned.

'Yes. '

'Based on what Conklin said? On what he thought he knew?'

'There's no other explanation. Leave him to us. He's our problem. '

'You're a damn fool, General. You should have stuck to your data banks, or maybe more primitive artillery. "

'I resent that. '

'Resent it all you like. If you've done what I think you've done you may not have anything left but resentment. '

'Explain that,' said Crawford harshly.

'You're not dealing with a madman, or with insanity, or with any goddamned multiple schizophrenia, which I doubt you know any more about than I do. You're dealing with an amnesiac, a man who's been trying for six months to find out who he is and where he comes from. And from a telephone tape we've got over here, we gather he tried to tell you - tried to tell Conklin, but Conklin wouldn't listen. None of you would listen . . . You sent a man out in deep cover for three years - three years - to pull in Carlos, and when the strategy broke, you assumed the worst. '

'Amnesia? . . . No, you're wrong! I spoke to Conklin; he did listen. You don't understand; we both knew. . . '

'I don't want to hear his name!' broke in the director of Consular Operations.

The general paused. 'We both knew . . . Bourne . . . years ago. I think you know from where; you read the name to me. He was the strangest man I ever met, as close to being paranoid as anyone in that outfit. He undertook missions -risks - no sane man would accept. Yet he never asked for anything. He was filled with so much hate. '

'And that made him a candidate for a psychiatric ward ten years later?'

'Seven years,' corrected Crawford. 'I tried to prevent his selection in Treadstone. But the Monk said he was the best. I couldn't argue with that, not in terms of expertise. But I made my objections known. He was psychologically a borderline case; we knew why. I was proved right. I stand on that'

'You're not going to stand on anything, General. You're going to fall right on your iron ass. Because the Monk was right. Your man is the best, with or without a memory. He's bringing in Carlos, delivering him right to your goddamn front door. That is, he's bringing him in unless you kill Bourne first. ' Crawford's low, sharp intake of breath was precisely what the director was afraid he might hear. He continued. 'You can't reach Conklin, can you?' he asked.

'No. '

'He's gone under, hasn't he? Made his own arrangements, payments funnelled through third and fourth parties unknown to each other, the source untraceable, all connections to the agency and Treadstone obliterated. And by now there are photographs in the hands of men Conklin doesn't know, wouldn't recognize if they held him up. Don't talk to me about firing squads. Yours is in place but you can't see it, you don't know where it is. But it's prepared, a half a dozen rifles ready to fire when the condemned man comes into view. Am I reading the scenario?'

'You don't expect me to answer that,' said Crawford.

'You don't have to. This is Consular Operations; I've been there before. But you were right about one thing. This is your problem; it's right back in your court. We're not going to be touched by you. That's my recommendation to the Secretary. The State Department can't afford to know who you are. Consider this call unlogged. '

'Understood. '

'I'm sorry,' said the director, meaning it, hearing the futility in the general's voice. 'It all blows up sometimes. '

'Yes. We learned that in Medusa. What are you going to do with the girl?'

'We don't even know what we're going to do with you yet. '

That's easy. Eisenhower at the summit. What U-Twos? We'll go along; no preliminary summation. Nothing . . . We can get the girl off the Zurich books. '

'We'll tell her. It may help. We'll be making apologies all over the place; with her we'll try for a very substantial settlement. '

'Are you sure?' interrupted Crawford.

'About the settlement?'

'No. The amnesia. Are you positive?'

'I've listened to that tape at least twenty times, heard her voice. I've never been so sure of anything in my life. Incidentally, she got in several hours ago. She's at the Pierre Hotel under guard. We'll bring her down to Washington in the morning after we work out what we're going to do. '

'Wait a minute. ' The general's voice rose. 'Not tomorrow! She's here . . . 1 Can you get me clearance to see her?'

'Don't dig that grave of yours any deeper, General. The fewer names she knows, the better. She was with Bourne when he was calling the embassy; she's aware of the First Secretary, probably Conklin by now. He may have to take the fall himself. Stay out of it. '

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