The Bourne Supremacy

'Catherine, it's John,' said Nelson into the pay phone on Albert Road.

'How good of you to call,' answered Staples quickly. 'It's been a trying afternoon, but do let's have drinks one of these days. It'll be so good to see you after all these months, and you can tell me about Canberra. But do tell me one thing now. Was I right in what I told you?'

'I have to see you, Catherine. '

'Not even a hint?'

'I have to see you. Are you free?'

'I have a meeting in forty-five minutes. '

Then later, around five. There's a place called the Monkey Tree in the Wanchai, on Gloucester-'

'I know it. I'll be there. '

John Nelson hung up. There was nothing else to do but go back to the office. He could not stay away for three hours, not after his conversation with Undersecretary of State Edward McAllister; appearances precluded such an absence. He had heard about McAllister; the undersecretary had spent seven years in Hong Kong, leaving only months before Nelson had arrived. Why had he returned? Why was there a sterile house in Victoria Peak with Ambassador Havilland suddenly in residence? Above all, why was Catherine Staples so frightened? He owed Catherine his career, but he had to have a few answers. He had a decision to make.

Lin Wenzu had all but exhausted his sources. Only one gave him pause for thought. Inspector Ian Ballantyne, as he usually did, answered questions with other questions rather than delivering concise answers himself. It was maddening, for one never knew whether the man from Scotland Yard knew something or not about a given subject, in this case an American attaché named John Nelson.

'Met the chap several times,' Ballantyne had said. 'Bright sort. Speaks your lingo, did you know that?'

'My "lingo", Inspector?'

'Well, damn few of us did, even during the Opium Wars. Interesting period of history, wasn't it, Major?'

'The Opium Wars? I was talking about the attache, John Nelson. '

'Oh, is there a co

'With what, Inspector?'

'The Opium Wars. '

'If there is, he's a hundred and fifty years old and his dossier says thirty-two. '

'Really? That young.

But Ballantyne had employed several pauses too many to satisfy Lin. If the old warhorse did know something he was not going to reveal it. Everyone else, from the Hong Kong and Kowloon police to the 'specialists' who worked the American consulate gathering information for payment gave Nelson as clean a bill of health as was respectable in the territory. If Nelson had a vulnerable side, it was in his extensive and not too discriminate search for sex, but insofar as it was heterosexual, and he was single, it was to be applauded, not condemned. One 'specialist' told Lin that he heard Nelson had been warned to have himself medically checked on a fairly regular basis. No crime; the attache was a cocksman. Ask him to di

The telephone rang; Lin grabbed it . 'Yes?'

'Our subject walked to the Peak Tram and took a taxi to the Wanchai. He is in a cafe called the Monkey Tree. I am with him. I can see him. '

'It's out of the way and very crowded,' said the major. 'Has anyone joined him?'

'No, but he asked for a table for two. '

'I'll be there as soon as I can. If you have to leave, I'll contact you by radio. You're driving Vehicle Seven, are you not?'

'Vehicle Seven, sir... Wait! A woman is walking towards his table. He's getting up. '

'Do you recognize her?'

'It's too dark here. No. '

'Pay the waiter. Disrupt the service. But not obviously, only for a few minutes. I'll use our ambulance and the siren until I'm a block away. '

'Catherine, I owe you so much, and I want to help you in any way I can, but I have to know more than what you've told me. '

There's a co

'I won't confirm that – I can't confirm it – because I haven't spoken to Havilland. I did, however, speak to another man, a man I've heard a lot about who used to be stationed here -one hell of a brain – and he sounded as desperate as you did last night. '

'I seemed that way to you last night?' said Staples, smoothing her grey-streaked hair. 'I wasn't aware of it. '

'Hey, come on. Not in your words, maybe, but in the way you talked. The stridency was just below the surface. You sounded like me when you gave me the photographs. Believe me, I can identify. '

'Joh

'I have to make a decision, Catherine. ' Nelson looked up for the waiter. 'Where are those goddamned drinks?'

I'm not panting. '

'I am. I owe you everything and I like you and I know you wouldn't use the photographs against me, which makes it all worse-'

'I gave you all there were, and we burned the negatives together. '

'So my debt's real, don't you see that? Jesus, the kid was what – twelve years old!

'You didn't know that. You were drugged. '

'My passport to oblivion. No secretary of state in my future, only secretary of kiddie-porn. One hell of a trip!'

'It's over and you're being melodramatic. I just want you to tell me if there's a co

'Because if I do, I have to tell Havilland that I told you. '

'Then give me an hour. '

'Why?'

'Because I do have several photographs in my vault at the consulate,' lied Catherine Staples.

Nelson shot back in his chair, stu

'Try to understand, Joh

'Oh, Christ-

The waiter arrived with their drinks, and as Staples looked up to signify thanks, her eyes were drawn to a man by a telephone booth in the crowded outside corridor watching them. She looked away.

'What's it going to be, Joh

'Confirmed,' whispered Nelson, reaching for his glass.

'The house in Victoria Peak?'

'Yes. '

'Who was the man you spoke with, the one who had been stationed here?'

'McAllister. Undersecretary of State McAllister. '

'Good Lord?

There was excessive movement in the outside corridor. Catherine shielded her eyes and turned her head slightly, which widened her peripheral vision. A large man entered and walked towards the telephone against the wall. There was only one man like him in all of Hong Kong. It was Lin Wenzu, MI6, Special Branch! The Americans had enlisted the best, but it could be the worst for Marie and her husband.

'You've done nothing wrong, Joh

'Catherine?'

'What?'

'Hard ball?'

'Very hard, my darling. '

Staples walked past a shrinking Wenzu who turned away. She went into the ladies' room, waited several seconds then walked out with two other women and broke away, continuing down the corridor and into the Monkey Tree's kitchen. Without saying a word to the startled waiters and cooks, she found the exit and went outside. She ran up the alley into Gloucester Road; she turned left, her stride quickening until she found a phone booth. Inserting a coin she dialled.