easy going man, less abrasive than the others, a Southerner, whose slow drawl was either a cover for a quick mind or the halting resistance to a job in which he felt himself uncomfortable. There was no time for invention.
'Is this the Babcock residence?'
'Surely is,' replied a woman's voice imbued with magnolia. 'Not our home, of course, as I always point out, but we surely do reside here. '
'May I speak with Harry Babcock, please?'
'May Ah ask who's callin', please? He may be out in the garden with the kids, but on the other hand he may have taken them over to the park. It's so well lit these days - not like before - and you just don't fear for your life as long as you stay... '
A cover for quick minds, both Mr and Mrs Harry Babcock.
'My name is Reardon, State Department. There's an urgent message for Mr Babcock. My instructions are to reach him as soon as possible. It's an emergency. '
There was the bouncing echo of a phone being covered, muffled sounds beyond. Harry Babcock got on the line, his speech slow and deliberate. 'I don't know a Mr Reardon, Mr Reardon. All mah relays come from a particular switchboard that identifies itself. Are you a switchboard, sir?'
'Well, I don't know if I've ever heard of someone coming in from a garden, or from across the street in a park so quickly, Mr Babcock. '
'Remarkable, isn't it? I should be runnin' in the Olympics, perhaps. However, I do know your voice. I just can't place the name. '
'How about Jason Bourne?
The pause was brief - a very quick mind. 'Now, that name goes back quite a while, doesn't it? Just about a year, I'd say. It is you, isn't it, David.' There was no question implied.
'Yes, Harry. I've got to talk to you. '
'No, David, you should speak with others, not me. '
'Are you telling me I'm cut off?'
'Good heavens, that's so abrupt, so discourteous. I'd be more than delighted to hear how you and the lovely Mrs Webb are doing in your new life. Massachusetts, isn't it?'
'Maine. '
'Of course. Forgive me. Is everything well? As I'm sure you realize, my colleagues and I are involved with so many problems we haven't been able to stay in touch with your file. '
'Someone else said you couldn't get your hands on it. '
'Ah don't think anybody tried to. '
'I want to talk, Babcock,' said David harshly.
'1 don't,' replied Harry Babcock flatly, his voice nearly glacial. 'I follow regulations, and to be frank, you are cut off from men like me. I don't question why - things change, they always change. '
'Medusa!' said David. 'We won't talk about me, let's talk about Medusa?
The pause was longer than before. And when Babcock spoke, his words were now frozen. This phone is sterile, Webb, so I'll say what I want to say. You were nearly taken out a year ago, and it would have been a mistake. We would have sincerely mourned you. But if you break the threads, there'll be no mournin' tomorrow. Except, of course, your wife. '
'You son of a bitch\ She's gone\ She was taken! You bastards let it happen?
'1 don't know what you're talking about. '
'My guards' They were pulled, every goddamned one of them, and she was taken! I want answers, Babcock, or I blow everything apart! Now, you do exactly as I tell you to do, or there'll be mournings you never dreamed of - all of you, your wives, orphaned children - try everything on for size! I'm Jason Bourne, remember!'
'You're a maniac, that's what I remember. With threats like those we'll send a team to find you. Medusa style. Try that on for size, boy!'
Suddenly a furious hum broke into the line; it was deafening, high-pitched, causing David to thrust the phone away from his ear. And then the calm voice of an operator was heard: 'We are breaking in for an emergency. Go ahead, Colorado. '
Webb slowly brought the phone back to his ear.
'Is this Jason Bourne?' asked a man in a mid-Atlantic accent, the voice refined, aristocratic.
'I'm David Webb. '
'Of course you are. But you are also Jason Bourne. '
' Was,' said David, mesmerized by something he could not define.
'The conflicting lines of identity get blurred, Mr Webb. Especially for one who has been through so much. '
'Who the hell are you?' 'A friend, be assured of that. And a friend cautions one he calls a friend. You've made