达芬奇密码 作者: 美 丹·布朗(英文版)-第11节

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e　maze　of　galleries　and　hallways；　Collet　found　what　he　was　looking　for。
Deep　in　the　heart　of　the　Grand　Gallery　blinked　a　tiny　red　dot。
La　marque。
Fache　was　keeping　his　prey　on　a　very　tight　leash　tonight。　Wisely　so。　Robert　Langdon　had　proven　himself　one　cool　customer。
　
CHAPTER　9

To　ensure　his　conversation　with　Mr。　Langdon　would　not　be　interrupted；　Bezu　Fache　had　turned　off　his　cellular　phone。　Unfortunately；　it　was　an　expensive　model　equipped　with　a　two…way　radio　feature；　which；　contrary　to　his　orders；　was　now　being　used　by　one　of　his　agents　to　page　him。
〃Capitaine？〃　The　phone　crackled　like　a　walkie…talkie。
Fache　felt　his　teeth　clench　in　rage。　He　could　imagine　nothing　important　enough　that　Collet　would　interrupt　this　surveillance　cachée—especially　at　this　critical　juncture。
He　gave　Langdon　a　calm　look　of　apology。　〃One　moment　please。〃　He　pulled　the　phone　from　his　belt　and　pressed　the　radio　transmission　button。　〃Oui？〃
〃Capitaine；　un　agent　du　Département　de　Cryptographie　est　arrivé。〃
Fache's　anger　stalled　momentarily。　A　cryptographer？　Despite　the　lousy　timing；　this　was　probably　good　news。　Fache；　after　finding　Saunière's　cryptic　text　on　the　floor；　had　uploaded　photographs　of　the　entire　crime　scene　to　the　Cryptography　Department　in　hopes　someone　there　could　tell　him　what　the　hell　Saunière　was　trying　to　say。　If　a　code　breaker　had　now　arrived；　it　most　likely　meant　someone　had　decrypted　Saunière's　message。
〃I'm　busy　at　the　moment；〃　Fache　radioed　back；　leaving　no　doubt　in　his　tone　that　a　line　had　been　crossed。　〃Ask　the　cryptographer　to　wait　at　the　mand　post。　I'll　speak　to　him　when　I'm　done。〃
〃Her；〃　the　voice　corrected。　〃It's　Agent　Neveu。〃
Fache　was　being　less　amused　with　this　call　every　passing　moment。　Sophie　Neveu　was　one　of　DCPJ's　biggest　mistakes。　A　young　Parisian　déchiffreuse　who　had　studied　cryptography　in　England　at　the　Royal　Holloway；　Sophie　Neveu　had　been　foisted　on　Fache　two　years　ago　as　part　of　the　ministry's　attempt　to　incorporate　more　women　into　the　police　force。　The　ministry's　ongoing　foray　into　political　correctness；　Fache　argued；　was　weakening　the　department。　Women　not　only　lacked　the　physicality　necessary　for　police　work；　but　their　mere　presence　posed　a　dangerous　distraction　to　the　men　in　the　field。　As　Fache　had　feared；　Sophie　Neveu　was　proving　far　more　distracting　than　most。
At　thirty…two　years　old；　she　had　a　dogged　determination　that　bordered　on　obstinate。　Her　eager　espousal　of　Britain's　new　cryptologic　methodology　continually　exasperated　the　veteran　French　cryptographers　above　her。　And　by　far　the　most　troubling　to　Fache　was　the　inescapable　universal　truth　that　in　an　office　of　middle…aged　men；　an　attractive　young　woman　always　drew　eyes　away　from　the　work　at　hand。
The　man　on　the　radio　said；　〃Agent　Neveu　insisted　on　speaking　to　you　immediately；　Captain。　I　tried　to　stop　her；　but　she's　on　her　way　into　the　gallery。〃
Fache　recoiled　in　disbelief。　〃Unacceptable！　I　made　it　very　clear—〃
　
For　a　moment；　Robert　Langdon　thought　Bezu　Fache　was　suffering　a　stroke。　The　captain　was　mid…sentence　when　his　jaw　stopped　moving　and　his　eyes　bulged。　His　blistering　gaze　seemed　fixated　on　something　over　Langdon's　shoulder。　Before　Langdon　could　turn　to　see　what　it　was；　he　heard　a　woman's　voice　chime　out　behind　him。
〃Excusez…moi；　messieurs。〃
Langdon　turned　to　see　a　young　woman　approaching。　She　was　moving　down　the　corridor　toward　them　with　long；　fluid　strides。。。　a　haunting　certainty　to　her　gait。　Dressed　casually　in　a　knee…length；　cream…colored　Irish　sweater　over　black　leggings；　she　was　attractive　and　looked　to　be　about　thirty。　Her　thick　burgundy　hair　fell　unstyled　to　her　shoulders；　framing　the　warmth　of　her　face。　Unlike　the　waifish；　cookie…cutter　blondes　that　adorned　Harvard　dorm　room　walls；　this　woman　was　healthy　with　an　unembellished　beauty　and　genuineness　that　radiated　a　striking　personal　confidence。
To　Langdon's　surprise；　the　woman　walked　directly　up　to　him　and　extended　a　polite　hand。　〃Monsieur　Langdon；　I　am　Agent　Neveu　from　DCPJ's　Cryptology　Department。〃　Her　words　curved　richly　around　her　muted　Anglo…Franco　accent。　〃It　is　a　pleasure　to　meet　you。〃
Langdon　took　her　soft　palm　in　his　and　felt　himself　momentarily　fixed　in　her　strong　gaze。　Her　eyes　were　olive…green—incisive　and　clear。
Fache　drew　a　seething　inhalation；　clearly　preparing　to　launch　into　a　reprimand。
〃Captain；〃　she　said；　turning　quickly　and　beating　him　to　the　punch；　〃please　excuse　the　interruption；　but—〃
〃Ce　n'est　pas　le　moment！〃　Fache　sputtered。
〃I　tried　to　phone　you。〃　Sophie　continued　in　English；　as　if　out　of　courtesy　to　Langdon。　〃But　your　cell　phone　was　turned　off。〃
〃I　turned　it　off　for　a　reason；〃　Fache　hissed。　〃I　am　speaking　to　Mr。　Langdon。〃
〃I've　deciphered　the　numeric　code；〃　she　said　flatly。
Langdon　felt　a　pulse　of　excitement。　She　broke　the　code？
Fache　looked　uncertain　how　to　respond。
〃Before　I　explain；〃　Sophie　said；　〃I　have　an　urgent　message　for　Mr。　Langdon。〃
Fache's　expression　turned　to　one　of　deepening　concern。　〃For　Mr。　Langdon？〃
She　nodded；　turning　back　to　Langdon。　〃You　need　to　contact　the　U。S。　Embassy；　Mr。　Langdon。　They　have　a　message　for　you　from　the　States。〃
Langdon　reacted　with　surprise；　his　excitement　over　the　code　giving　way　to　a　sudden　ripple　of　concern。　A　message　from　the　States？　He　tried　to　imagine　who　could　be　trying　to　reach　him。　Only　a　few　of　his　colleagues　knew　he　was　in　Paris。
Fache's　broad　jaw　had　tightened　with　the　news。　〃The　U。S。　Embassy？〃　he　demanded；　sounding　suspicious。　〃How　would　they　know　to　find　Mr。　Langdon　here？〃
Sophie　shrugged。　〃Apparently　they　called　Mr。　Langdon's　hotel；　and　the　concierge　told　them　Mr。　Langdon　had　been　collected　by　a　DCPJ　agent。〃
Fache　looked　troubled。　〃And　the　embassy　contacted　DCPJ　Cryptography？〃
〃No；　sir；〃　Sophie　said；　her　voice　firm。　〃When　I　called　the　DCPJ　switchboard　in　an　attempt　to　contact　you；　they　had　a　message　waiting　for　Mr。　Langdon　and　asked　me　to　pass　it　along　if　I　got　through　to　you。〃
Fache's　brow　furrowed　in　apparent　confusion。　He　opened　his　mouth　to　speak；　but　Sophie　had　already　turned　back　to　Langdon。
〃Mr。　Langdon；〃　she　declared；　pulling　a　small　slip　of　paper　from　her　pocket；　〃this　is　the　number　for　your　embassy's　messaging　service。　They　asked　that　you　phone　in　as　soon　as　possible。〃　She　handed　him　the　paper　with　an　intent　gaze。　〃While　I　explain　the　code　to　Captain　Fache；　you　need　to　make　this　call。〃
Langdon　studied　the　slip。　It　had　a　Paris　phone　number　and　extension　on　it。　〃Thank　you；〃　he　said；　feeling　worried　now。　〃Where　do　I　find　a　phone？〃
Sophie　began　to　pull　a　cell　phone　from　her　sweater　pocket；　but　Fache　waved　her　off。　He　now　looked　like　Mount　Vesuvius　about　to　erupt。　Without　taking　his　eyes　off　Sophie；　he　produced　his　own　cell　phone　and　held　it　out。　〃This　line　is　secure；　Mr。　Langdon。　You　may　use　it。〃
Langdon　felt　mystified　by　Fache's　anger　with　the　young　woman。　Feeling　uneasy；　he　accepted　the　captain's　phone。　Fache　immediately　marched　Sophie　several　steps　away　and　began　chastising　her　in　hushed　tones。　Disliking　the　captain　more　and　more；　Langdon　turned　away　from　the　odd　confrontation　and　switched　on　the　cell　phone。　Checking　the　slip　of　paper　Sophie　had　given　him；　Langdon　dialed　the　number。
The　line　began　to　ring。
One　ring。。。　two　rings。。。　three　rings。。。
Finally　the　call　connected。
Langdon　expected　to　hear　an　embassy　operator；　but　he　found　himself　instead　listening　to　an　answering　machine。　Oddly；　the　voice　on　the　tape　was　familiar。　It　was　that　of　Sophie　Neveu。
〃Bonjour；　vous　êtes　bien　chez　Sophie　Neveu；〃　the　woman's　voice　said。　〃Je　suis　absenle　pour　le　moment；　mais。。。〃
Confused；　Langdon　turned　back　toward　Sophie。　〃I'm　sorry；　Ms。　Neveu？　I　think　you　may　have　given　me—〃
〃No；　that's　the　right　number；〃　Sophie　interjected　quickly；　as　if　anticipating　Langdon's　confusion。　〃The　embassy　has　an　automated　message　system。　You　have　to　dial　an　access　code　to　pick　up　your　messages。〃
Langdon　stared。　〃But—〃
〃It's　the　three…digit　code　on　the　paper　I　gave　you。〃
Langdon　opened　his　mouth　to　explain　the　bizarre　error；　but　Sophie　flashed　him　a　silencing　glare　that　lasted　only　an　instant。　Her　green　eyes　sent　a　crystal…clear　message。
Don't　ask　questions。　Just　do　it。
Bewildered；　Langdon　punched　in　the　extension　on　the　slip　of　paper：　454。
Sophie's　outgoing　message　immediately　cut　off；　and　Langdon　heard　an　electronic　voice　announce　in　French：　〃You　have　one　new　message。〃　Apparently；　454　was　Sophie's　remote　access　code　for　picking　up　her　messages　while　away　from　home。
I'm　picking　up　this　woman's　messages？
Langdon　could　hear　the　tape　rewinding　now。　Finally；　it　stopped；　and　the　machine　engaged。　Langdon　listened　as　the　message　began　to　play。　Again；　the　voice　on　the　line　was　Sophie's。
〃Mr。　Langdon；〃　the　message　began　in　a　fearful　whisper。　〃Do　not　react　to　this　message。　Just　listen　calmly。　You　are　in　danger　right　now。　Follow　my　directions　very　closely。〃
　
CHAPTER　10

Silas　sat　behind　the　wheel　of　the　black　Audi　the　Teacher　had　arranged　for　him　and　gazed　out　at　the　great　Church　of　Saint…Sulpice。　Lit　from　beneath　by　banks　of　floodlights；　the　church's　two　bell　towers　rose　like　stalwart　sentinels　above　the　building's　long　body。　On　either　flank；　a　shadowy　row　of　sleek　buttresses　jutted　out　like　the　ribs　of　a　beautiful　beast。
The　heathens　used　a　house　of　God　to　conceal　their　keystone。