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@@@@@ The retired field agent turned his head up to the two old men?Okay, fellas, why don?t you go on your way?? ?Business is business,? again said the second tattered ancient, glancing at his colleague, both their faces still in shadows ?You don?t have any business with us?? ?You can?t be sure of that,? interrupted the first old man, shaking his head back and, forth ?Suppose I were to tell you that we bring you a message from Macao?? ?What?? exclaimed Panov ?Shut up!? whispered Conklin, addressing the psychiatrist but his eyes on the messenger?What does Macao mean to us?? he asked flatly ?A great taipan wishes to meet with youThe greatest taipan in Hong Kong Robert Ludlum ?? THE BOURNE ULTIMATUM 27 ?Why?? ?He will pay you great sumsWhy?? ?We are to tell you that a killer has returnedHe wants you to find him ?I?ve heard that story before; it doesn?t washIt?s also repetitious ?That is between the great taipan and yourselves, sirHe is waiting for you ?Where is he?? ?At a great hotel, sir ?Which one?? ?We are again to tell you that it has a great-sized lobby with always many people, and its name refers to this country?s past ?There?s only one like that Conklin directed his words toward his left lapel, into a microphone sewn into the buttonhole ?Under what name is he registered?? ?Registered?? ?Like in reserved benches, only roomsWho do we ask for?? ?No one, sirThe taipan?s secretary will approach you in the lobby ?Did that same secretary approach you also?? ?Sir?? ?Who hired you to follow us?? ?We are not at liberty to discuss such matters and we will not do so ?That?s it!? shouted Alexander Conklin, yelling over his shoulder as floodlights suddenly lit up the Smithsonian grounds around the deserted path, revealing the two startled old men to be OrientalsNine personnel from the Central Intelligence Agency walked rapidly into the glare of light from all directions, their hands under their jacke