Robert Ludlum – Aquatain Progression

help the three of us will be someplace else.”

“Formidable. I must read.”

“Mon ami mon epoux est an avocat exceptionnel.

‘ye com prends. ”

“There are some forty pages here,” said

Converse, bringing the papers to Prudhomme. “To

absorb it will take you at least an hour. We’ll go

downstairs and grab a bite to eat and leave you

alone.”

“Bien. There is much I wish to learn.”

“What about you?” asked Joel, standing over the

Frenchman. “I mean now. They’ll find that body in

the car.”

“Most certainly,” agreed Prudhomme. “I left it

where it was along with that pig from the Legion.

But for the Surete there will be no connection to

me.”

“Fingerprints? The fact that you were away from

your

“Another old habit from the war,” said the man

from the Silrete, reaching into his pocket. He pulled

out a pair of extremely thin rubberised

gloves surgical gloves cut off at the wrist. “I

washed these out at the Bois. The German occu-

pation forces had all our fingerprints in a thousand

files. There was no point in asking for our own

executions. As for my ab

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settee at my desk, it is quite simple. I explained to an

assistant that I would be m Calais for several days on

a contraband investigation and would call in. My

years permit a certain latitude and Hexibility.”

“That’s the Surete, not the others. Not where the

Legionnaire came from.”

“I am aware of that, monsieur. So I must be

careful. It vill not be the first time.”

“Enjoy your reading,” said Converse, nodding at

Val to join him. “If you want anything, call room

service.”

“Bon appetrt,” said Prudhomme.

Chaim Abrahms lifted the stiffening wrist of his

dead wife’s hand, the weapon gripped fiercely in her

white fingers, and angled the gun toward her chest,

into the bloody cavern between her breasts.

The wide, brown eyes would not stay closed.

They stared up at him, accusing accusing!

“What do you want from me!” he screamed. ‘.1

have seen the dead. I have lived with the dead! Leave

me be, womanl You couldn’t understand!”

Yet she had, for so many years. She had cooked

the meat the desert chicken and the lamb, caught

in the outlying marshes and fed the units of the

Irgun and the Haganah, never questioning death

then. Fighting for a hope, a simple hope that was the

beginning of a dream. The land was theirs, rightfully,

Biblically, logically theirs! They had fought and they

had won! Two thousand years of being out-

casts despised, reviled, and spat upon by the

almighty Gentiles until the tribes were burned and

gassed and told to eliminate themselves from the

face of the earth and yet they had survived. Now

the tribes were strong. They were the conquerors, not

the conquered.

“It’s what we fought for! What we prayed for!

Why do you insult me with your eyes!” Chaim

Abrahms roared as he pressed his forehead against

the dead flesh of his wife’s face.

Hitabdut was among the most heinous crimes

committed against the laws of the Talmud. It was

ebudeatzmo, the taking of one’s own life against the

wishes of Almighty God, in whose image man was

created. A Jew who consigned his or her earthly

being to hitabdut was denied burial in the Hebrew

cemetery. It would be so for Chaim Abrahm’s wife,

the most devout human being he had ever known.

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‘ I have to do it!” he screamed, raising his eyes

in supplication. ‘ It is for the best, can t you

understand ?”

Prudhomme poured himself a cup of coffee and

returned to his chair. Valerie sat opposite him as

Converse stood by the window looking over at the

man from the Surete, listening.

“I cannot think of any other questions,” said the

Frenchman, his intensely troubled eyes darting

about, his lined face looking wearier than before.

“Although it’s possible I’m still too deep in shock to

think at all. To say it’s incredible serves no purpose;

also it would not be true. It’s all too credible. The

world is so frightened it cries out for stability, for a

place to hide, for protection from the skies, from

the streets, from each other. I believe the time has

come when it will settle for sheer, absolute strength,

no matter the cost.”

“The operative word is ‘absolute,’ ” said Joel, “as

in controls and power. A confederation of military

governments fueling one another, interlocking

policies and altering the laws all in the name of

stability and anyone who disagrees with them is

declared unstable and silenced. And if too many

disagree, the chaos erupts again stability wins,

Aquitaine wins. All they need is that initial wave of

terror, a tidal wave of killing and confusion. ‘Key

figures’ were the words they used. ‘Accumulation’ .

. . ‘rapid accelerahon’ chaos. Powerful men cut

down as riots break out in half a dozen capitals and

the generals march in with their commanders.

That’s the scenario, right from their own words.”

“That also is the problem, monsieur. They are

only words, but they are words you can pass along

to very few people, for they could be the wrong

people. You could move up this countdown, as you

call it, trigger this holocaust yourself.”

“The countdown’s running out, make no

mistake,” Converse broke in. “But there is a way.

‘accumulation’ end ‘rapid acceleration’can be used

in another manner, and you’re right it’s only with

words accumulated words, accelerated words. I

can’t come out, not yet. I can’t show myself. There’s

no protection any court or government agency or

the police could provide that would stop them from

killing me, and then, once I’m dead, calling

whatever I said the ravings of a psychopath. Don’t

misunderstand me, I have no death wish, but my

death in itself isn’t important. What is important is

that the truth goes down with me, because I’m the

only one who’s talked

THE AQUITAINE PROGRESSION 617

directly to Delavane’s four caesars over here, and

probably the fifth, the Englishman.”

“And these declaration~these affidavits you speak

of can change that?”

“They can turn things around, maybe just enough.”

“Why?”

“Because that’s a real world out there, a practical,

complicated world that has to be penetrated as fast

as possible people have to be reached who can be

trusted, who can do something. Quickly. It’s what I

wanted to do a couple of weeks ago, but I was going

about it the wrong way. I wanted to get everything I

knew to someone I knew. Nathan Simon, the best

attorney I’ve ever met. I wrote it all out twice not

realizing that I was only tying his hands, probably

killing him.” Joel stepped away from the window, a

lawyer in summation. ‘Whom could he go to without

me, without the presence of an obviously sane man

and not simply the words of a ‘psychopathic killer’?

And if I did come out, as he would have rightfully

insisted, we’re both dead. Then Val told me about

the man in New York who reached her on the phone

and the other who chased her down the street and I

guessed right. Those aren’t the methods of people

who want to kill you; they don’t announce

themselves. They were the men in Washington who

had sent me out and were now trying to make

contact with me. Then she described her meeting

with Sam Abbott and his mentioning this Metcalf, a

man he trusted and who had to be some kind of very

important person for him to tell the story to. Finally,

there was you in Paris what you said, what you did,

and how you offered to help, using the same code as

Rene Mattilon the Tatiana family. Tatiana, a name

or a word I think means trust, even among sharks.”

“You are right, monsieur.”

“That’s when it all came together for me. If I

could somehow establish lines of communication and

reach all of you, there was a way. You people knew

the truth some of you knew all of it; others, like

yourself, knew only fragments, but regardless, you

understood the immensity, the reality of the generals

and their Aquitaine and what they could do, what

they’re doing. Even you, Prudhomme. What did you

say? Interpol is compromised, the police

manipulated, the Surete corrupted official reports

all lies. Added to these, Anstett in New York,

Peregrine, the commander of NATO, Mattilon,

Beale, Sam Abbott . . . Connal Fitzpatrick the only

question

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mark and God knows how many others. All dead.

The generals are marching forget theories, they’re

killing! . . . If I could convince all of you to write out

affidavits have depositions taken and get them to

Nathan Simon, he’d have the ammunition he needs.

I fed legal mumbo jumbo to Stone in New York;

some of it applies, most of it doesn’t, but he’ll do

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