The Bourne Supremacy by Robert Ludlum

‘ You! You were next to me in that horrid place. We spoke. You took my identification*. You were the cause of everything?

‘Did you mention me?

‘I didn’t dare. It would have looked as if I had done something illegal – giving my pass to someone else. Who are you? Why are you here? You’ve caused me enough trouble for one day! I think you should leave, monsieur.’

‘Not until you tell me exactly what happened.’ Bourne walked across the room and sat down in a chair next to a red lacquered table. ‘It’s urgent that I know.’

‘Well, it’s not urgent that I tell you. You have no right to walk in here, make yourself comfortable and give me orders.’

‘I’m afraid I do have that right. Ours was a private tour and you intruded.’

‘I was assigned to that damn tour!’

‘On whose orders?

The concierge, or whatever you call that idiot downstairs.’

‘Not him. Above him. Who was it?

‘How would I know? I haven’t the vaguest idea what you’re talking about.’

‘You left.’

‘My God, it was you who told me to leave!’

‘I was testing you.’

Testing…? This is unbelievable!’

‘Believe,’ said Jason. ‘If you’re telling the truth no harm will come to you.’

‘Harm?’

‘We do not kill the innocent, only the enemy.’

‘Kill… the enemy?

Bourne reached under his jacket, took the gun from his belt and placed it on the table. ‘Now convince me you’re not the enemy. What happened after you left us?

Stunned, Ardisson staggered back into the wall, his wide, frightened eyes riveted on the weapon. ‘I swear by all the saints you are talking to the wrong man,’ he whispered.

‘Convince me.’

‘Of what?’

‘Your innocence. What happened?

‘I … down in the square,’ began the terrified businessman. ‘I thought about the things you said, that something terrible had happened inside Mao’s tomb, and that the Chinese guards were shouting about foreign gangsters, and how people were going to be cordoned off and detained -especially someone like me who was not really part of the tour group … So I started to run – my God, I couldn’t possibly be placed in such a situation! Millions of francs are involved, profits on a scale unheard of in the high fashion industry! I’m no mere bargainer, I represent a consortium?

‘So you began running and they stopped you,’ interrupted Jason, anxious to get the non-essentials out of the way, ‘yes! They spoke so rapidly I didn’t understand a word anyone was saying, and it was an hour before they found an official who spoke French!’

‘Why didn’t you simply tell them the truth? That you were with our tour.’

‘Because I was running away from that damned tour and I had given you my damned identification card! How would that look to these barbarians who see a fascist criminal in every white face?’

‘The Chinese people are not barbarians, monsieur,’ said Bourne, gently. Then suddenly he shouted. ‘It is only their government’s political philosophy that’s barbaric! Without the grace of Almighty God, with only Satan’s benediction!’

‘I beg your pardon?’

‘Later, perhaps,’ replied Jason, his voice abruptly calm again. ‘So an official who spoke French arrived. What happened then?’

‘1 told him I was out for a stroll – your suggestion, monsieur. And that I suddenly remembered I was expecting a call from Paris and was hurrying back to the hotel, which accounted for my running.’

‘Quite plausible.’

‘Not for the official, monsieur. He began abusing me, making the most insulting remarks and insinuating the most dreadful things. I wonder what in the name of God happened in that tomb?

‘It was a beautiful piece of work, monsieur,’ answered Bourne, his eyes wide.

‘I beg your pardon?

‘Later perhaps. So the official was abusive?

‘Entirely! But he went too far when he attacked Paris fashion as a decadent bourgeois industry! I mean, after all we are paying money for their damned fabrics – they certainly don’t have to know the margins, of course.’

‘So what did you do?

‘I carry a list of the names with whom I’m negotiating -some are rather important, I understand, as they should be, considering the money. I insisted the official contact them and I refused – and I did refuse – to answer any more questions until at least several of them arrived. Well, after another two hours they did, and let me tell you, that changed things! I was brought back here in a Chinese version of a limousine – damned cramped for a man of my size and four escorts. And far worse, they told me that our final conference is postponed yet again. It will not take place tomorrow morning but instead in the evening. What kind of hour is that to do business?’ Ardisson pushed himself away from the wall, breathing hard, his eyes now pleading. ‘That’s all there is to tell you, monsieur. You really do have the wrong man. I am not involved in anything over here but my consortium.’

‘You should be!’ cried Jason accusingly, raising his voice again. To do business with the godless is to debase the work of the Lord!’

‘I beg your pardon?

‘You have satisfied me,’ said the chameleon. ‘You are simply a mistake.’

‘A what?

‘I will tell you what happened inside the tomb of Mao Zedong. We did it. We shot up the crystal coffin as well as the body of the infamous unbeliever!’

‘You what

‘And we will continue to destroy the enemies of Christ wherever we find them! We will bring His message of love back into the world if we have to kill every diseased animal who thinks otherwise! It will be a Christian globe or no globe at a//!’

‘Surely there is room for negotiation. Think of the money, the contributions’

‘Not from Satan!’ Bourne rose from the chair, picked up the gun and shoved it under his belt, then buttoned his jacket and tugged at the cloth as though it were a military tunic. He approached the distraught businessman. ‘You are not the enemy but you’re close, monsieur. Your wallet, please, and your trade papers, including the names of those with whom you negotiate.’

‘Money…?’

‘We do not accept contributions. We have no need of them.’

Then why?

‘For your protection as well as ours. Our cells here must check out individuals to see whether or not you’re being used as a dupe. There is evidence we may have been infiltrated. Everything will be returned to you tomorrow.’

‘I really must protest-‘

‘Don’t,’ broke in the chameleon, reaching under his jacket, his hand remaining there. ‘You asked who I was, no? Suffice it to say that as our enemies employ the services of such as the PLO and the Red Armies, the Ayatollah’s fanatics and Baader Meinhof, we have mounted our own brigades. We neither seek nor offer any quarter. It is a struggle unto death.’

‘My God!’

‘We fight in His name. Do not leave this room. Order your meals from room service. Do not call your colleagues or your counterparts here in Beijing. In other words, stay out of sight and pray. In truth, I must tell you that if I myself was followed and it is known that I came to your room, you will simply disappear.’

”Unbelievable…!’ His eyes suddenly unfocused, Ardisson’s whole body began to tremble.

‘Your wallet and your papers, please.’

Showing the full array of Ardisson’s papers, including the Frenchman’s list of government negotiators, Jason hired a car under the name of Ardisson’s consortium. He made it plain to a relieved dispatcher at the China International Travel Service on Chaoyangmen Street that he both read and spoke Mandarin, and as the rented car would be driven by one of the Chinese officials, no driver was required. The dispatcher told him the car would be at the hotel by 7:00 pm. If everything fell into place, he would have twenty-four hours to move as freely as a Westerner could in Beijing, and then some. The first ten of those hours would tell him whether or not a strategy conceived in desperation would lead him out of the darkness or plunge both Marie and David Webb into an abyss. But Delta One knew the Oriental mind. For a score of centuries it had not varied in one respect. Secrecy was worth ten thousand tigers, if not a kingdom.

Bourne walked back to the hotel, stopping in the crowded shopping district of Wang Fu Jing around the corner from the hotel’s east wing. At number 255 was the Main Department Store where he made the necessary purchases of clothing and hardware. At number 261 he found a shop named Tuzhang Menshibu, translated as the Seal Engraving Store, where he selected the most official-looking stationery he could find. (To his amazement and delight, Ardisson’s list included not one but two generals, and why not? The French produced the Exocet, and although hardly high fashion, it was high on any list of high-tech military equipment.) Finally, at the Arts Store, numbered 265 on the Wang Fu Jing, he bought a calligraphy pen and a map of Beijing and its environs, as well as a second map showing the roads leading from Beijing to the southern cities.