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Descartes? Racine? Talleyrand? The statue of Descartes came to his mind
first
He had found it and there was no MarieHe had looked at his watch; it had been nearly fortyfive
minutes since he had talked to BernardineLike the men in his inner screen, he had raced down
the steps
?Go to the Banque Normandie and ask for Monsieur TabouriHe understands that a Monsieur
Simon intends to transfer over seven million francs from the Caymans by way of voice
authorization through his private banker in the islandsHe is most happy to let you use his phone,
but believe me, he?ll charge you for the call
?Where are you now??
?The Trocad?roI have the damnedest feelings, like vibrations, but she?s not there
It?s probably the things I can?t rememberHell, I may have taken a bullet here, I simply don?t
know
He had done so, and within thirty-five minutes after his call to the Caymans, the olive-skinned,
perpetually smiling Monsieur Tabouri confirmed that his funds were in placeHe re quested
750,000 francs in the largest notes chanel big bag possibleThey were delivered to him, and the grinning
obsequious banker took him confidentially aside, away from the desk?which was rather foolish, as
there was no one else in the office?and spoke quietly by a window
?There are some marvelous real estate opportunities in Beirut, believe me, I knowI am the
expert on the Middle East and these stupid conflagrations cannot last much longerMon Dieu, no
one will be left alive! It will once again rise as the Paris of the MediterraneanEstates for a fraction
of their value, hotels for a ridiculous price!?
?It sounds interesting
He had fled the Banque Normandie as if its confines held the germs of a lethal diseaseHe had
returned to the Pont-Royal, and again tried to reach Alex Conklin in the United StatesIt was then
close to one o?clock in the afternoon in Vienna, Virginia, and still all he had heard was an
answering machine with Alex?s disembodied voice instructing the caller to leave a messageFor
any number of reasons, Jason had chosen not to do so
And now he was in omega olympic watch Argenteuil, walking up the steps of the m?tro to the pavement, where he
would slowly, cautiously make his way into the uglier streets and the vicinity of Le Coeur du
SoldatHis instructions were clearHe was not to be the man he was last night, no limp, no ragged
cast-off army clothing, no image that anyone might recognizeHe was to be a simple laborer and
reach the gates of the old closed-down refinery and smoke cigarettes while leaning against the wall
This was to take place between 12:30 and one o?clock in the morningNo sooner and no later
When he had asked Santos?s messengers?after giving them several hundred francs for their
inconvenience?the reason for these late-night precautions, the less inhibited man had replied,
?Santos never leaves Le Coeur du Soldat
?He left last evening
?For minutes only,? rejoined the more voluble messenger Bourne nodded, but he had not understood, he could only speculateWas Santos
in some way the Jackal?s prisoner, confined to the sleazy caf? night and day? It was a fascinating
query in repica rolex watches light of the manager?s size and sheer raw power, both combined with a far-above-average
intellect
Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM
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It was 12:37 when Jason, in blue jeans, cap and a dark, tattered V-necked sweater, reached the
gates of the old factoryHe took out a pack of Gauloise cigarettes and leaned against the wall,
lighting one with a match, holding the flame longer than necessary before he blew it outHis
thoughts returned to the enigmatic Santos, the premier conduit in Carlos?s army, the most trusted
satellite in the Jackal?s orbit, a man whose French might have been formed at the Sorbonne, yet
Santos was a Latin AmericanA Venezuelan, if Bourne?s instincts had meritAnd
Santos wanted to see him ?with peace in his heart Bravo, amigo, thought JasonSantos had
reached a terrified ambassador in London with a question so loaded it made a political party?s
private poll look like the essence of nonpartisan neutralityAtkinson had no choice but to state
emphatically, if not in panic, that whatever fendi handbags discount instructions Snake Lady issued were to be carried out
The power of Snake Lady was the ambassador?s only protection, his ultimate refuge
So Santos could bend; that decision was rooted in intellect, not loyalty, not obligationThe
conduit wanted to crawl out of his sewer, and with three million francs in the offing, combined with
a multitude of faraway places across the globe to choose from, the conduit?s mind told him to
listen, to considerThere were alternatives in life if opportunities were presentedOne had been
presented to Santos, vassal to Carlos, whose fealty to his lord had perhaps run its suffocating
courseIt was this instinctive projection that made Bourne include in his plea?calmly but firmly,
the emphasis in understatement?such phrases as You could travel, disappear a wealthy man,
free of care and unpleasant drudgeryThe key words were ?free? and ?disappear,? and Santos?s
eyes had respondedHe was ready to take the three-million-franc bait, and Bourne was perfectly
happy to let him break the line and swim with miu miu bags in black i
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