Suddenly, Jason turned in the road and began shouting to the peasant women. 'Jiuming!' he screamed. 'Ring bang mang!' He pleaded with the ancient survivors to help his hurt companion, who had either a broken back or crushed ribs. He reached into his knapsack and pulled out money, explaining that every minute counted, that medical help was required as soon as possible. If they could give assistance, he would pay a great deal for their kindness.
As one, the peasants rushed forward, their eyes not on the patient, but on the money, their hats flying in the wind, their yokes forgotten.
Wo gunzi lai! yelled Bourne, asking for splints or sticks of wood that would hold the damaged man rigid.
The women ran into the fields, returning with long bamboo shoots, slicing away the fibres that would give the poor man in pain a measure of relief when he was strapped in place. And having done so amid much shrieking expressions of sympathy and in spite of the patient's protestations in English, they accepted Bourne's money and went on their way.
Except one. She spotted a truck coming down from the north.
''Duo shao qian?' she said, leaning into Jason's ear, asking him how much he would pay.
'Ni shuo ne,' answered Bourne, telling her to name a price.
She did and Delta accepted. With her arms outstretched, the woman walked out onto the road, and the truck stopped. A second negotiation was made with the driver, and the assassin was loaded onto the van, supine, strapped to the bamboo. Jason climbed on behind him.
'How are you doing, Major?'
'This thing is filled with lousy, fucking ducks!' screamed the commando, staring around at the banks of wooden cages on all sides, the odour overpowering, sickening.
A particular bird, in its infinite wisdom, chose the moment to squirt a stream of excrement into the assassin's face.
'Next stop, Kowloon,' said Jason Bourne, closing his eyes.
Chapter Thirty
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The telephone rang. Marie spun around in the chair, stopped by Mo Panov's raised hand. The doctor walked across the hotel room, picked up the bedside phone, and spoke. 'Yes!' he said quietly. He frowned as he listened, then as if he realized that his expression might alarm the patient, he looked over at Marie and shook his head, his hand now dismissing whatever urgency she might have attached to the call. 'All right,' he continued after nearly a minute. 'We'll stay put until we hear from you, but I have to ask you, Alex, and forgive my directness. Did anyone feed you drinks?' Panov winced as he pulled the phone briefly away from his ear. 'My only response is that I'm entirely too kind and experienced to speculate on your antecedents. Talk to you later.' He hung up.
'What's happened"? asked Marie, half out of the chair.
'Far more than he could go into, but it was enough.' The psychiatrist paused, looking down at Marie. 'Catherine Staples is dead. She was shot down in front of her apartment house several hours ago-'
'Oh, my God,' whispered Marie.
That huge intelligence officer,' continued Panov. 'The one we saw in the Kowloon station whom you called the major and Staples identified as a man named Lin Wenzu-'
'What about him?'
'He's severely wounded and in critical condition at the hospital. That's where Conklin called from, a pay phone in the hospital.'
Marie studied Panov's face. 'There's a connection between Catherine's death and Lin Wenzu, isn't there?'
'Yes. When Staples was killed it was apparent that the operation had been penetrated-'
'What operation? By whom?'
'Alex said that'll all come later. In any event, things are coming to a boil and this Lin may have given his life to rip out the penetration - "neutralizing it," was the way Conklin put it.'
'Oh, God,' cried Marie her eyes wide, her voice on the edge of hysteria. 'Operations! Penetrations ... neutralizing, Lin, even Catherine - a friend who turned on me - I don't care about those things! What about David?
'They say he went into China.'
'Good Christ, they've killed him!' screamed Marie, leaping out of the chair.
Panov rushed forward and grabbed her by the shoulders. He gripped her harder, forcing her spastically shaking head to stop its movement, insisting in silence that she look at him. 'Let me tell you what Alex said to me ... Listen to me!'
Slowly, breathlessly, as if trying to find a moment of clarity in her confusion and exhaustion, Marie stood still, staring at her friend. 'What?' she whispered.
'He said that in a way he was glad David was up there - or