达芬奇密码 作者: 美 丹·布朗(英文版)-第57章

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Before　Sophie　and　Teabing　could　respond；　a　sea　of　blue　police　lights　and　sirens　erupted　at　the　bottom　of　the　hill　and　began　snaking　up　the　half…mile　driveway。
Teabing　frowned。　〃My　friends；　it　seems　we　have　a　decision　to　make。　And　we'd　better　make　it　fast。〃
　
CHAPTER　66

Collet　and　his　agents　burst　through　the　front　door　of　Sir　Leigh　Teabing's　estate　with　their　guns　drawn。　Fanning　out；　they　began　searching　all　the　rooms　on　the　first　level。　They　found　a　bullet　hole　in　the　drawing　room　floor；　signs　of　a　struggle；　a　small　amount　of　blood；　a　strange；　barbed　leather　belt；　and　a　partially　used　roll　of　duct　tape。　The　entire　level　seemed　deserted。
Just　as　Collet　was　about　to　divide　his　men　to　search　the　basement　and　grounds　behind　the　house；　he　heard　voices　on　the　level　above　them。
〃They're　upstairs！〃
Rushing　up　the　wide　staircase；　Collet　and　his　men　moved　room　by　room　through　the　huge　home；　securing　darkened　bedrooms　and　hallways　as　they　closed　in　on　the　sounds　of　voices。　The　sound　seemed　to　be　ing　from　the　last　bedroom　on　an　exceptionally　long　hallway。　The　agents　inched　down　the　corridor；　sealing　off　alternate　exits。
As　they　neared　the　final　bedroom；　Collet　could　see　the　door　was　wide　open。　The　voices　had　stopped　suddenly；　and　had　been　replaced　by　an　odd　rumbling；　like　an　engine。
Sidearm　raised；　Collet　gave　the　signal。　Reaching　silently　around　the　door　frame；　he　found　the　light　switch　and　flicked　it　on。　Spinning　into　the　room　with　men　pouring　in　after　him；　Collet　shouted　and　aimed　his　weapon　at。。。　nothing。
An　empty　guest　bedroom。　Pristine。
The　rumbling　sounds　of　an　automobile　engine　poured　from　a　black　electronic　panel　on　the　wall　beside　the　bed。　Collet　had　seen　these　elsewhere　in　the　house。　Some　kind　of　inter　system。　He　raced　over。　The　panel　had　about　a　dozen　labeled　buttons：
STUDY。。。　KITCHEN。。。　LAUNDRY。。。　CELLAR。。。
　
So　where　the　hell　do　I　hear　a　car？
MASTER　BEDROOM。。。　SUN　ROOM。。。　BARN。。。　LIBRARY。。。
　
Barn！　Collet　was　downstairs　in　seconds；　running　toward　the　back　door；　grabbing　one　of　his　agents　on　the　way。　The　men　crossed　the　rear　lawn　and　arrived　breathless　at　the　front　of　a　weathered　gray　barn。　Even　before　they　entered；　Collet　could　hear　the　fading　sounds　of　a　car　engine。　He　drew　his　weapon；　rushed　in；　and　flicked　on　the　lights。
The　right　side　of　the　barn　was　a　rudimentary　workshop—lawn…mowers；　automotive　tools；　gardening　supplies。　A　familiar　inter　panel　hung　on　the　wall　nearby。　One　of　its　buttons　was　flipped　down；　transmitting。
GUEST　BEDROOM　II。
　
Collet　wheeled；　anger　brimming。　They　lured　us　upstairs　with　the　inter！　Searching　the　other　side　of　the　barn；　he　found　a　long　line　of　horse　stalls。　No　horses。　Apparently　the　owner　preferred　a　different　kind　of　horsepower；　the　stalls　had　been　converted　into　an　impressive　automotive　parking　facility。　The　collection　was　astonishing—a　black　Ferrari；　a　pristine　Rolls…Royce；　an　antique　Astin　Martin　sports　coupe；　a　vintage　Porsche　356。
The　last　stall　was　empty。
Collet　ran　over　and　saw　oil　stains　on　the　stall　floor。　They　can't　get　off　the　pound。　The　driveway　and　gate　were　barricaded　with　two　patrol　cars　to　prevent　this　very　situation。
〃Sir？〃　The　agent　pointed　down　the　length　of　the　stalls。
The　barn's　rear　slider　was　wide　open；　giving　way　to　a　dark；　muddy　slope　of　rugged　fields　that　stretched　out　into　the　night　behind　the　barn。　Collet　ran　to　the　door；　trying　to　see　out　into　the　darkness。　All　he　could　make　out　was　the　faint　shadow　of　a　forest　in　the　distance。　No　headlights。　This　wooded　valley　was　probably　crisscrossed　by　dozens　of　unmapped　fire　roads　and　hunting　trails；　but　Collet　was　confident　his　quarry　would　never　make　the　woods。　〃Get　some　men　spread　out　down　there。　They're　probably　already　stuck　somewhere　nearby。　These　fancy　sports　cars　can't　handle　terrain。〃
〃Um；　sir？〃　The　agent　pointed　to　a　nearby　pegboard　on　which　hung　several　sets　of　keys。　The　labels　above　the　keys　bore　familiar　names。
DAIMLER。。。　ROLLS…ROYCE。。。　ASTIN　MARTIN。。。　PORSCHE。。。
　
The　last　peg　was　empty。
When　Collet　read　the　label　above　the　empty　peg；　he　knew　he　was　in　trouble。
　
CHAPTER　67

The　Range　Rover　was　Java　Black　Pearl；　four…wheel　drive；　standard　transmission；　with　high…strength　polypropylene　lamps；　rear　light　cluster　fittings；　and　the　steering　wheel　on　the　right。
Langdon　was　pleased　he　was　not　driving。
Teabing's　manservant　Rémy；　on　orders　from　his　master；　was　doing　an　impressive　job　of　maneuvering　the　vehicle　across　the　moonlit　fields　behind　Chateau　Villette。　With　no　headlights；　he　had　crossed　an　open　knoll　and　was　now　descending　a　long　slope；　moving　farther　away　from　the　estate。　He　seemed　to　be　heading　toward　a　jagged　silhouette　of　wooded　land　in　the　distance。
Langdon；　cradling　the　keystone；　turned　in　the　passenger　seat　and　eyed　Teabing　and　Sophie　in　the　back　seat。
〃How's　your　head；　Robert？〃　Sophie　asked；　sounding　concerned。
Langdon　forced　a　pained　smile。　〃Better；　thanks。〃　It　was　killing　him。
Beside　her；　Teabing　glanced　over　his　shoulder　at　the　bound　and　gagged　monk　lying　in　the　cramped　luggage　area　behind　the　back　seat。　Teabing　had　the　monk's　gun　on　his　lap　and　looked　like　an　old　photo　of　a　British　safari　chap　posing　over　his　kill。
〃So　glad　you　popped　in　this　evening；　Robert；〃　Teabing　said；　grinning　as　if　he　were　having　fun　for　the　first　time　in　years。
〃Sorry　to　get　you　involved　in　this；　Leigh。〃
〃Oh；　please；　I've　waited　my　entire　life　to　be　involved。〃　Teabing　looked　past　Langdon　out　the　windshield　at　the　shadow　of　a　long　hedgerow。　He　tapped　Rémy　on　the　shoulder　from　behind。　〃Remember；　no　brake　lights。　Use　the　emergency　brake　if　you　need　it。　I　want　to　get　into　the　woods　a　bit。　No　reason　to　risk　them　seeing　us　from　the　house。〃
Rémy　coasted　to　a　crawl　and　guided　the　Range　Rover　through　an　opening　in　the　hedge。　As　the　vehicle　lurched　onto　an　overgrown　pathway；　almost　immediately　the　trees　overhead　blotted　out　the　moonlight。
I　can't　see　a　thing；　Langdon　thought；　straining　to　distinguish　any　shapes　at　all　in　front　of　them。　It　was　pitch　black。　Branches　rubbed　against　the　left　side　of　the　vehicle；　and　Rémy　corrected　in　the　other　direction。　Keeping　the　wheel　more　or　less　straight　now；　he　inched　ahead　about　thirty　yards。
〃You're　doing　beautifully；　Rémy；〃　Teabing　said。　〃That　should　be　far　enough。　Robert；　if　you　could　press　that　little　blue　button　just　below　the　vent　there。　See　it？〃
Langdon　found　the　button　and　pressed　it。
A　muted　yellow　glow　fanned　out　across　the　path　in　front　of　them；　revealing　thick　underbrush　on　either　side　of　the　pathway。　Fog　lights；　Langdon　realized。　They　gave　off　just　enough　light　to　keep　them　on　the　path；　and　yet　they　were　deep　enough　into　the　woods　now　that　the　lights　would　not　give　them　away。
〃Well；　Rémy；〃　Teabing　chimed　happily。　〃The　lights　are　on。　Our　lives　are　in　your　hands。〃
〃Where　are　we　going？〃　Sophie　asked。
〃This　trail　continues　about　three　kilometers　into　the　forest；〃　Teabing　said。　〃Cutting　across　the　estate　and　then　arching　north。　Provided　we　don't　hit　any　standing　water　or　fallen　trees；　we　shall　emerge　unscathed　on　the　shoulder　of　highway　five。〃
Unscathed。　Langdon's　head　begged　to　differ。　He　turned　his　eyes　down　to　his　own　lap；　where　the　keystone　was　safely　stowed　in　its　wooden　box。　The　inlaid　Rose　on　the　lid　was　back　in　place；　and　although　his　head　felt　muddled；　Langdon　was　eager　to　remove　the　inlay　again　and　examine　the　engraving　beneath　more　closely。　He　unlatched　the　lid　and　began　to　raise　it　when　Teabing　laid　a　hand　on　his　shoulder　from　behind。
〃Patience；　Robert；〃　Teabing　said。　〃It's　bumpy　and　dark。　God　save　us　if　we　break　anything。　If　you　didn't　recognize　the　language　in　the　light；　you　won't　do　any　better　in　the　dark。　Let's　focus　on　getting　away　in　one　piece；　shall　we？　There　will　be　time　for　that　very　soon。〃
Langdon　knew　Teabing　was　right。　With　a　nod；　he　relatched　the　box。
The　monk　in　back　was　moaning　now；　struggling　against　his　trusses。　Suddenly；　he　began　kicking　wildly。
Teabing　spun　around　and　aimed　the　pistol　over　the　seat。　〃I　can't　imagine　your　plaint；　sir。　You　trespassed　in　my　home　and　planted　a　nasty　welt　on　the　skull　of　a　dear　friend。　I　would　be　well　within　my　rights　to　shoot　you　right　now　and　leave　you　to　rot　in　the　woods。〃
The　monk　fell　silent。
〃Are　you　sure　we　should　have　brought　him？〃　Langdon　asked。
〃Bloody　well　positive！〃　Teabing　exclaimed。　〃You're　wanted　for　murder；　Robert。　This　scoundrel　is　your　ticket　to　freedom。　The　police　apparently　want　you　badly　enough　to　have　tailed　you　to　my　home。〃
〃My　fault；〃　Sophie　said。　〃The　armored　car　probably　had　a　transmitter。〃
〃Not　the　point；〃　Teabing　said。　〃I'm　not　surprised　the　police　found　you；　but　I　am　surprised　that　this　Opus　Dei　character　found　you。　From　all　you've　told　me；　I　can't　imagine　how　this　man　could　have　tailed　you　to　my　home　unless　he　had　a　contact　either　within　the　Judicial　Police　or　within　the　Zurich　Depository。〃
Langdon　considered　it。　Bezu　Fache　certainly　seemed　intent　on　finding　a　scapegoat　for　tonight's　murders。　And　Vernet　had　turned　on　them　rather　suddenly；　although　considering　Langdon　was　being　charged　with　four　murders；　the　banker's　change　of　heart　seemed　understandable。
〃This　monk　is　not　working　alone；　Robert；〃　Teabing　said；　〃and　until　you　learn　who　is　behind　all　this；　you　both　are　in　danger。　The　good　news；　my　friend；　is　that　you　are　now　in　the　position　of　p