达芬奇密码 作者: 美 丹·布朗(英文版)-第18章

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y…play。
It's　over；　Fache　knew。　His　men　would　have　the　truck　surrounded　within　minutes。　Langdon　was　not　going　anywhere。
Stowing　his　weapon；　Fache　exited　the　rest　room　and　radioed　Collet。　〃Bring　my　car　around。　I　want　to　be　there　when　we　make　the　arrest。〃
As　Fache　jogged　back　down　the　length　of　the　Grand　Gallery；　he　wondered　if　Langdon　had　even　survived　the　fall。
Not　that　it　mattered。
Langdon　ran。　Guilty　as　charged。
　
Only　fifteen　yards　from　the　rest　room；　Langdon　and　Sophie　stood　in　the　darkness　of　the　Grand　Gallery；　their　backs　pressed　to　one　of　the　large　partitions　that　hid　the　bathrooms　from　the　gallery。　They　had　barely　managed　to　hide　themselves　before　Fache　had　darted　past　them；　gun　drawn；　and　disappeared　into　the　bathroom。
The　last　sixty　seconds　had　been　a　blur。
Langdon　had　been　standing　inside　the　men's　room　refusing　to　run　from　a　crime　he　didn't　mit；　when　Sophie　began　eyeing　the　plate…glass　window　and　examining　the　alarm　mesh　running　through　it。　Then　she　peered　downward　into　the　street；　as　if　measuring　the　drop。
〃With　a　little　aim；　you　can　get　out　of　here；〃　she　said。
Aim？　Uneasy；　he　peered　out　the　rest　room　window。
Up　the　street；　an　enormous　twin…bed　eighteen…wheeler　was　headed　for　the　stoplight　beneath　the　window。　Stretched　across　the　truck's　massive　cargo　bay　was　a　blue　vinyl　tarp；　loosely　covering　the　truck's　load。　Langdon　hoped　Sophie　was　not　thinking　what　she　seemed　to　be　thinking。
〃Sophie；　there's　no　way　I'm　jump—〃
〃Take　out　the　tracking　dot。〃
Bewildered；　Langdon　fumbled　in　his　pocket　until　he　found　the　tiny　metallic　disk。　Sophie　took　it　from　him　and　strode　immediately　to　the　sink。　She　grabbed　a　thick　bar　of　soap；　placed　the　tracking　dot　on　top　of　it；　and　used　her　thumb　to　push　the　disk　down　hard　into　the　bar。　As　the　disk　sank　into　the　soft　surface；　she　pinched　the　hole　closed；　firmly　embedding　the　device　in　the　bar。
Handing　the　bar　to　Langdon；　Sophie　retrieved　a　heavy；　cylindrical　trash　can　from　under　the　sinks。　Before　Langdon　could　protest；　Sophie　ran　at　the　window；　holding　the　can　before　her　like　a　battering　ram。　Driving　the　bottom　of　the　trash　can　into　the　center　of　the　window；　she　shattered　the　glass。
Alarms　erupted　overhead　at　earsplitting　decibel　levels。
〃Give　me　the　soap！〃　Sophie　yelled；　barely　audible　over　the　alarm。
Langdon　thrust　the　bar　into　her　hand。
Palming　the　soap；　she　peered　out　the　shattered　window　at　the　eighteen…wheeler　idling　below。　The　target　was　plenty　big—an　expansive；　stationary　tarp—and　it　was　less　than　ten　feet　from　the　side　of　the　building。　As　the　traffic　lights　prepared　to　change；　Sophie　took　a　deep　breath　and　lobbed　the　bar　of　soap　out　into　the　night。
The　soap　plummeted　downward　toward　the　truck；　landing　on　the　edge　of　the　tarp；　and　sliding　downward　into　the　cargo　bay　just　as　the　traffic　light　turned　green。
〃Congratulations；〃　Sophie　said；　dragging　him　toward　the　door。　〃You　just　escaped　from　the　Louvre。〃
Fleeing　the　men's　room；　they　moved　into　the　shadows　just　as　Fache　rushed　past。
　
Now；　with　the　fire　alarm　silenced；　Langdon　could　hear　the　sounds　of　DCPJ　sirens　tearing　away　from　the　Louvre。　A　police　exodus。　Fache　had　hurried　off　as　well；　leaving　the　Grand　Gallery　deserted。
〃There's　an　emergency　stairwell　about　fifty　meters　back　into　the　Grand　Gallery；〃　Sophie　said。　〃Now　that　the　guards　are　leaving　the　perimeter；　we　can　get　out　of　here。〃
Langdon　decided　not　to　say　another　word　all　evening。　Sophie　Neveu　was　clearly　a　hell　of　a　lot　smarter　than　he　was。
　
CHAPTER　19

The　Church　of　Saint…Sulpice；　it　is　said；　has　the　most　eccentric　history　of　any　building　in　Paris。　Built　over　the　ruins　of　an　ancient　temple　to　the　Egyptian　goddess　Isis；　the　church　possesses　an　architectural　footprint　matching　that　of　Notre　Dame　to　within　inches。　The　sanctuary　has　played　host　to　the　baptisms　of　the　Marquis　de　Sade　and　Baudelaire；　as　well　as　the　marriage　of　Victor　Hugo。　The　attached　seminary　has　a　well…documented　history　of　unorthodoxy　and　was　once　the　clandestine　meeting　hall　for　numerous　secret　societies。
Tonight；　the　cavernous　nave　of　Saint…Sulpice　was　as　silent　as　a　tomb；　the　only　hint　of　life　the　faint　smell　of　incense　from　mass　earlier　that　evening。　Silas　sensed　an　uneasiness　in　Sister　Sandrine's　demeanor　as　she　led　him　into　the　sanctuary。　He　was　not　surprised　by　this。　Silas　was　accustomed　to　people　being　unfortable　with　his　appearance。
〃You're　an　American；〃　she　said。
〃French　by　birth；〃　Silas　responded。　〃I　had　my　calling　in　Spain；　and　I　now　study　in　the　United　States。〃
Sister　Sandrine　nodded。　She　was　a　small　woman　with　quiet　eyes。　〃And　you　have　never　seen　Saint…Sulpice？〃
〃I　realize　this　is　almost　a　sin　in　itself。〃
〃She　is　more　beautiful　by　day。〃
〃I　am　certain。　Nonetheless；　I　am　grateful　that　you　would　provide　me　this　opportunity　tonight。〃
〃The　abbé　requested　it。　You　obviously　have　powerful　friends。〃
You　have　no　idea；　Silas　thought。
As　he　followed　Sister　Sandrine　down　the　main　aisle；　Silas　was　surprised　by　the　austerity　of　the　sanctuary。　Unlike　Notre　Dame　with　its　colorful　frescoes；　gilded　altar…work；　and　warm　wood；　Saint…Sulpice　was　stark　and　cold；　conveying　an　almost　barren　quality　reminiscent　of　the　ascetic　cathedrals　of　Spain。　The　lack　of　decor　made　the　interior　look　even　more　expansive；　and　as　Silas　gazed　up　into　the　soaring　ribbed　vault　of　the　ceiling；　he　imagined　he　was　standing　beneath　the　hull　of　an　enormous　overturned　ship。
A　fitting　image；　he　thought。　The　brotherhood's　ship　was　about　to　be　capsized　forever。　Feeling　eager　to　get　to　work；　Silas　wished　Sister　Sandrine　would　leave　him。　She　was　a　small　woman　whom　Silas　could　incapacitate　easily；　but　he　had　vowed　not　to　use　force　unless　absolutely　necessary。　She　is　a　woman　of　the　cloth；　and　it　is　not　her　fault　the　brotherhood　chose　her　church　as　a　hiding　place　for　their　keystone。　She　should　not　be　punished　for　the　sins　of　others。
〃I　am　embarrassed；　Sister；　that　you　were　awoken　on　my　behalf。〃
〃Not　at　all。　You　are　in　Paris　a　short　time。　You　should　not　miss　Saint…Sulpice。　Are　your　interests　in　the　church　more　architectural　or　historical？〃
〃Actually；　Sister；　my　interests　are　spiritual。〃
She　gave　a　pleasant　laugh。　〃That　goes　without　saying。　I　simply　wondered　where　to　begin　your　tour。〃
Silas　felt　his　eyes　focus　on　the　altar。　〃A　tour　is　unnecessary。　You　have　been　more　than　kind。　I　can　show　myself　around。〃
〃It　is　no　trouble；〃　she　said。　〃After　all；　I　am　awake。〃
Silas　stopped　walking。　They　had　reached　the　front　pew　now；　and　the　altar　was　only　fifteen　yards　away。　He　turned　his　massive　body　fully　toward　the　small　woman；　and　he　could　sense　her　recoil　as　she　gazed　up　into　his　red　eyes。　〃If　it　does　not　seem　too　rude；　Sister；　I　am　not　accustomed　to　simply　walking　into　a　house　of　God　and　taking　a　tour。　Would　you　mind　if　I　took　some　time　alone　to　pray　before　I　look　around？〃
Sister　Sandrine　hesitated。　〃Oh；　of　course。　I　shall　wait　in　the　rear　of　the　church　for　you。〃
Silas　put　a　soft　but　heavy　hand　on　her　shoulder　and　peered　down。　〃Sister；　I　feel　guilty　already　for　having　awoken　you。　To　ask　you　to　stay　awake　is　too　much。　Please；　you　should　return　to　bed。　I　can　enjoy　your　sanctuary　and　then　let　myself　out。〃
She　looked　uneasy。　〃Are　you　sure　you　won't　feel　abandoned？〃
〃Not　at　all。　Prayer　is　a　solitary　joy。〃
〃As　you　wish。〃
Silas　took　his　hand　from　her　shoulder。　〃Sleep　well；　Sister。　May　the　peace　of　the　Lord　be　with　you。〃
〃And　also　with　you。〃　Sister　Sandrine　headed　for　the　stairs。　〃Please　be　sure　the　door　closes　tightly　on　your　way　out。〃
〃I　will　be　sure　of　it。〃　Silas　watched　her　climb　out　of　sight。　Then　he　turned　and　knelt　in　the　front　pew；　feeling　the　cilice　cut　into　his　leg。
Dear　God；　I　offer　up　to　you　this　work　I　do　today。。。。
　
Crouching　in　the　shadows　of　the　choir　balcony　high　above　the　altar；　Sister　Sandrine　peered　silently　through　the　balustrade　at　the　cloaked　monk　kneeling　alone。　The　sudden　dread　in　her　soul　made　it　hard　to　stay　still。　For　a　fleeting　instant；　she　wondered　if　this　mysterious　visitor　could　be　the　enemy　they　had　warned　her　about；　and　if　tonight　she　would　have　to　carry　out　the　orders　she　had　been　holding　all　these　years。　She　decided　to　stay　there　in　the　darkness　and　watch　his　every　move。
　
CHAPTER　20

Emerging　from　the　shadows；　Langdon　and　Sophie　moved　stealthily　up　the　deserted　Grand　Gallery　corridor　toward　the　emergency　exit　stairwell。
As　he　moved；　Langdon　felt　like　he　was　trying　to　assemble　a　jigsaw　puzzle　in　the　dark。　The　newest　aspect　of　this　mystery　was　a　deeply　troubling　one：　The　captain　of　the　Judicial　Police　is　trying　to　frame　me　for　murder
〃Do　you　think；〃　he　whispered；　〃that　maybe　Fache　wrote　that　message　on　the　floor？〃
Sophie　didn't　even　turn。　〃Impossible。〃
Langdon　wasn't　so　sure。　〃He　seems　pretty　intent　on　making　me　look　guilty。　Maybe　he　thought　writing　my　name　on　the　floor　would　help　his　case？〃
〃The　Fibonacci　sequence？　The　P。S。？　All　the　Da　Vinci　and　goddess　symbolism？　That　had　to　be　my　grandfather。〃
Langdon　knew　she　was　right。　The　symbolism　of　the　clues　meshed　too　perfectly—the　pentacle；　The　Vitruvian　Man；　Da　Vinci；　the　goddess；　and　even　the　Fibonacci　sequence。　A　coherent　symbolic　set；　as　iconographers　would　call　it。　All　inextricably　tied。
〃And　his　phone　call　to　me　this　afternoon；〃　Sophie　added。　〃He　said　he　had　to　tell　me　something。　I'm　certain　his　message　at　the　Louvre　was　his　fin