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@@@@@A great taipan, ?the greatest taipan in Hong Kong,? according to the most recent and most recently dead sourceThat whole house of Kuomintang cards collapsedThere?s no one left!? ?I repeat, there is somewhere David Webb was briefly silent; then Jason Bourne spoke, his voice cold?Tell me everything you?ve learned, every detailSomething happened tonightWhat was it?? ?All right, every detail,? said ConklinThe retired intelligence officer described the controlled surveillance engineered by the Central Intelligence AgencyHe explained how he and Morris Panov spotted the old men who followed them, picking each up in sequence as they made their separate ways to the Smithsonian, none showing himself in the light until the confrontation on a deserted path on the Smithsonian grounds, where the messenger spoke of Macao and Hong Kong and a great taipanFinally, Conklin described the shattering gunfire that silenced the two aged Orientals?It?s out of Hong Kong, DavidThe reference to Macao confirms itIt was your impostor?s base camp Again there was silence on the line, only Jason Bourne?s steady breathing audible?You?re wrong, Alex,? he said at last, his voice pensive, floating?It?s the Jackal?by way of Hong Kong and Macao, but it?s still the Jackal ?David, now you?re not making senseCarlos hasn?t anything to do with taipans or Hong Kong or messages from MacaoThose old men were Chinese, not French or Italian or German or whateverThis is out of Asia, not Europe ?The old men, they?re the only ones he trusts,? continued David Webb, his voice still low and cold, the voice of Jason Bourne? ?The old men of Paris,? that?s what they were calledThey were his network, his couriers throughout EuropeWho suspects decrepit old men, whether they?re beggars or whether they?re just holding on to the last remnants of mobility? Who would think of interrogating them, much less putting them on a rackAnd even then they?d stay silent