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@@@@@ On the avenue Victor Hugo, Lavier?s taxi slowed down and pulled up in front of one of Paris?s few exceptions to tradition?an open plastic-domed public telephone?Stop here,? ordered Bourne, who climbed out the instant the driver swung into the curbLimping, the Chameleon walked swiftly, silently, to the telephone directly behind and unseen by the frantic nun under the plastic domeHe was not seen, but he could hear clearly as he stood several feet behind her ?The Meurice!? she shouted into the phoneHe?ll be there at noonYes, yes, I?ll stop at my flat, change clothes, and be there in an hour Lavier hung up and turned, gasping at the sight of Jason ?Yes, I?m afraid,? said Bourne?Shall we take my taxi or yours? ?He?s old and gray-faced?? those were your words, DominiquePretty goddamned descriptive for someone who never met Carlos A furious Bernardine walked out of the Pont-Royal with the doorman, who had summoned him ?This is preposterous!? he shouted as he approached the taxi?No, it?s not,? he amended, looking inside ?Get in,? said Jason on the far side of the woman dressed in the habit of a nunFrancois did so, staring at the black clothes, the white pointed hat and the pale face of the religious female between them?Meet one of the Jackal?s more talented performers,? added Bourne?She could make a fortune in your cin?ma-v?rit?, take my word for it ?I?m not a particularly religious man, but I trust you have not made a mistakeI did?or should I say we did?with that pig of a baker ?Why?? ?He?s a baker, that?s all he is! I damn near put a grenade in his ovens, but no one but a French baker could plead the way he did!? ?It fits,? said Jason?The illogical logic of Carlos?I can?t remember who said that, probably me The taxi made a U-turn and entered the rue du Bac?We?re going to the Meurice,? added Bourne