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@@@@@“You are the mon with Boss Saint Jay’s sister?”
“I’m her husbandWho the fuck are you?”
“I am first head steward of the second floor, sir! Soon I will be on the first floor because I am
very goodI am also a very fine fighter—my father taught me, although he is old now, like youDo
you wish to fight more? I think I can beat you! You have gray in your hair—”
“Shut up! What’s the beeper all about?” asked Jason, holding up the small brown plastic
instrument as he crawled off the young waiter
“I don’t know, mon—sir! Bad things have happenedWe are told that if we see men running on
the staircases we should press the buttons
“Why?”
“The lifts, sirOur very fast elevatorsWhy would guests use the stairs?”
“What’s your name?” asked Bourne, replacing his hat and, sunglasses
“Like in Moby Dick?”
“I do not know such a person, sir
“Why?”
“I’m not sureYou’re a very good fighter
“I see no connection, mon—sir Jason got to his feet“I want you to help me, IshmaelWill you?”
“Only if your brother permits it
“I must hear it from him, sir
“Yes, I do, sir,” said Ishmael, getting to his knees and reassembling the tray, separating the
broken dishes from the whole ones“Would you take the word of a strong man with gray in his hair
who runs down the stairs and attacks you and says things anyone could say? If you wish to fight,
the loser must speak the truthDo you wish to fight?”
“No, I do not wish to fight and don’t you press itI’m not that old and you’re not that good,
young manLeave the tray and come with meJacques, who, I remind you, is
my brother—my wife’s brothe