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@@@@@ Bourne leaned over the table?I?m working with another l?gionnaire, someone who?s on to something that involves a lot of moneyI don?t know you, but you seem like decent men Bourne pulled out his roll of bills and peeled off a thousand francs, five hundred for each of his companions?Take this, both of you?shove it in your pockets, quickly!? ?Holy shee-itt!? ?Merde!? ?It?s no guarantee, but maybe we can use youKeep your mouths shut and get out of here ten or fifteen minutes after I leaveI want you sober tomorrowWhen does this place open, Maurice?? ?I?m not sure it closesI myself have been here at eight o?clock in the morningNaturally, it is not so crowded?? ?Be here around noonBut with clear heads, all right?? ?I shall be le caporal extraordinaire of La L?gionThe man that I once was! Should I wear my uniform?? Maurice belched ?Ah?ll wear a suit and a tieI got a suit and a tie, honest!? The American hiccuppedBoth of you be like you are now, but with your heads straightDo you understand me?? ?You sound tr?s am?ricain, mon ami ?I?m not, but then the truth?s not a commodity here, is it?? ?Ah know what he meansI learned it real wellYou kinda fib with a tie on Bourne slid out of the booth, and suddenly a thought struck himInstead of heading for the door, he cautiously made his way to the far end of the bar and the huge bald bartenderNo seats were available, so, again cautiously, politely, he squeezed sideways between two customers, ordered a Pemod and asked for a napkin on which to write a message, ostensibly personal, to no one who might concern the establishmentOn the back of the napkin?s crude coat of arms, he wrote the following with his ballpoint pen in French: The nest of a blackbird is worth a million francsObject: confidential business adviceIf interested, be at the old factory around the corner in thirty minu