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'It doesn't make sense；' she said。 'I just reached the house of one of the most respected and powerful men in France。'
'Andrel Francois Villiers；' repeated Marie； 'lighting a cigarette。 They had returned to their room at the Terrasse to sort things out； to absorb the astonishing information。 'Graduate of St Cyr； hero of the Second World War； a legend in the Resistance； and； until his break over Algeria； de Gaulle's heir…apparent。 Jason； to connect such a man with Carlos is simply unbelievable。'
The connection's there。 Believe it。'
'It's almost too difficult Villiers is old…line honour…of…France； a family traced back to the seventeenth century。 Today he's one of the senior deputies in the National Assembly … politically to the right of Charlemagne； to be sure … but very much a law…and…order army man。 It's like linking Douglas MacArthur to a Mafia hit man。 It doesn't make sense。'
'Then let's look for some。 What was the break with de Gaulle？'
'Algeria。 In the early 'sixties； Villiers was part of the O。A。S。 …one of the Algerian colonels under Salan。 They opposed the Evian agreements that gave independence to Algeria； believing it rightfully belonged to France。'
'The mad colonels of Algiers；' said Bourne； as with so many words and phrases； not knowing where they came from； or why he said them。
'That means something to you？〃
'It must； but I don't know what it is。'
'Think。' said Marie。 'Why should the 〃mad colonels〃 strike a chord with you？ What's the first thing that es to your mind？ Quickly！'
Jason looked at her helplessly； then the words came。 'Bombings。。。 infiltrations。 Provocateurs。 You study them； you study the mechanisms。'
'Why？'
'I don't know。'
'Are decisions based on what you learn？'
'I guess so。'
'What kind of decisions？ You decide what？'
'Disruptions。'
'What does that mean to you？ Disruptions。'
'I don't know！ I can't think！'
'All right。。。 all right。 We'll go back to it some other time。'
'There isn't time。 Let's get back to Villiers。 After Algeria； what？'
There was a reconciliation of sorts with de Gaulle； Villiers was never directly implicated in the terrorism； and his military record demanded it。 He returned to France … was weled； really … a fighter for a lost but respected cause。 He resumed his mand； rising to the rank of general before going into politics。〃
'He's a working politician； then？'
'More a spokesman。 An elder statesman。 He's still an entrenched militarist； still fumes over France's reduced military stature。'
'Howard Leland；' said Jason。 〃There's your connection to Carlos。〃
'How？ Why？'
'Leland was assassinated because he interfered with the Quai D'Orsay's arms build…ups and exports。 We don't need anything more。'
'It seems incredible； a man like that。。。' Marie's voice trailed off； she was struck by recollection。 'His son was murdered。 It was a political thing； about five or six years ago。'
Tell me。'
'His car was blown up on the rue du Bac。 It was in all the papers everywhere。 He was the working politician； like his father a conservative； opposing the socialists and munists at every turn。 He was a young member of parliament； an obstructionist where government expenditure was concerned； but actually quite popular。 He was a charming aristocrat。'
'Who killed him？'
'The speculation was munist fanatics； he'd managed to block some legislation or other that favoured the extreme…left wing。 After he was murdered； the ranks fell apart and the legislation was passed。 Many think that's why Villiers left the army and stood for the National Assembly。。。 That's what's so improbable； so contradictory。 After all； his son was assassinated； you'd think the last person on earth he'd want to have anything to do with would be a professional assassin。'
'There's also something else。 You said he was weled back to Paris because he was never directly implicated in the terrorism。。。'
'If he was；' interrupted Marie； 'it was buried。 They're more tolerant of passionate causes over here where patriotism and the bed are concerned。 And he was a legitimate hero； don't forget that。'
'But once a terrorist； always a terrorist； don't you forget that。'
'I can't agree。 People change。'
'Not about some things。 No terrorist ever forgets how effective he's been； he lives on it。'
'How would you know that？'
'I'm not sure I want to ask myself right now。'
〃Then don't。'
'But I am sure about Villiers。 I'm going to reach him。' Bourne crossed to the bedside table and picked up the telephone book。 'Let's see if he's listed or if that number's private。 I'll need his address。'
'You won't get near him。 If he's Carlos's connection； he'll be guarded。 They'll kill you on sight； they have your photograph remember？〃
'It won't help them。 I won't be what they're looking for。。。 Here it is。 Villiers； A。 F。 Pare Monceau。'
'I still can't believe it。 Just knowing whom she was calling must have put the Lavier woman in shock。'
'Or frightened her to the point where she'd do anything。'
'Doesn't it strike you as odd that she'd be given that number？'
'Not under the circumstances。 Carlos wants his drones to know he isn't kidding。 He wants Cain。'
Marie stood up。 'Jason？ What's a 〃drone〃？'
Bourne looked up at her。 'I don't know。。。 Someone who works blind for somebody else。'
'Blind？ Not seeing？'
'Not knowing。 Thinking he's doing one thing when he's really doing something else。'
'I don't understand。'
'Let's say I tell you to watch for a car at a certain street corner。 The car never shows up； but the fact that you're there tells someone else who's watching for you that something else has happened。'
'Arithmetically； an untraceable message。'
'Yes； I guess so。〃
'That's what happened in Zurich。 Walther Apfel was a drone。 He released that story about the theft not knowing what he was really saying。'
'Which was？'
'It's a good guess that you were being told to reach someone。〃
'Treadstone Seventy…one；' said Jason。 'We're back to Villiers。 Carlos found me in Zurich through the Gemeinschaft。 That means he had to know about Treadstone； it's a good chance that Villiers does too。 If he doesn't； there may be a way of getting him to find out for us。'
'How？'
'His name。 If he's everything you say he is； he thinks pretty highly of it。 The honour…of…France coupled with a pig like Carlos might have an effect。 I'll threaten to go to the police； to the papers。'
'He'd simply deny it。 He'd say it's outrageous。'
'Let him。 It isn't。 That was his number in Lavier's office。 Besides； any retraction will be on the same page…as his obituary。'
'You still have to get to him。〃
'I will。 I'm part chameleon； remember？'
The tree…lined street in Pare Monceau seemed familiar somehow； but not in the sense that he had walked it before。 Instead； it was the atmosphere。 Two rows of well…kept stone houses； doors and windows glistening； metalwork shining； steps washed clean； the lighted rooms beyond filled with hanging plants。 It was a monied street in a wealthy section of the city； and he knew he had been exposed to one like it before； and that exposure had meant something。
It was 7：35 in the evening； the March night cold； the sky clear and the ch