ver had a robbery。 Ever。 It will ruin us if I cannot recover this property on behalf of my client。〃
〃You said Agent Neveu and Robert Langdon had a password and a key。 What makes you say they stole the box？〃
〃They murdered people tonight。 Including Sophie Neveu's grandfather。 The key and password were obviously ill…gotten。〃
〃Mr。 Vernet； my men have done some checking into your background and your interests。 You are obviously a man of great culture and refinement。 I would imagine you are a man of honor； as well。 As am I。 That said； I give you my word as manding officer of the Police Judiciaire that your box； along with your bank's reputation； are in the safest of hands。〃
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High in the hayloft at Chateau Villette； Collet stared at the puter monitor in amazement。 〃This system is eavesdropping on all these locations？〃
〃Yes；〃 the agent said。 〃It looks like data has been collected for over a year now。〃
Collet read the list again； speechless。
COLBERT SOSTAQUE—Chairman of the Conseil Constitutionnel
JEAN CHAFFéE—Curator； Musée du Jeu de Paume
EDOUARD DESROCHERS—Senior Archivist； Mitterrand Library
JACQUES SAUNIèRE—Curator； Musée du Louvre
MICHEL BRETON—Head of DAS （French Intelligence）
The agent pointed to the screen。 〃Number four is of obvious concern。〃
Collet nodded blankly。 He had noticed it immediately。 Jacques Saunière was being bugged。 He looked at the rest of the list again。 How could anyone possibly manage to bug these prominent people？ 〃Have you heard any of the audio files？〃
〃A few。 Here's one of the most recent。〃 The agent clicked a few puter keys。 The speakers crackled to life。 〃Capitaine； un agent du Département de Cryptographie est arrivé。〃
Collet could not believe his ears。 〃That's me！ That's my voice！〃 He recalled sitting at Saunière's desk and radioing Fache in the Grand Gallery to alert him of Sophie Neveu's arrival。
The agent nodded。 〃A lot of our Louvre investigation tonight would have been audible if someone had been interested。〃
〃Have you sent anyone in to sweep for the bug？〃
〃No need。 I know exactly where it is。〃 The agent went to a pile of old notes and blueprints on the worktable。 He selected a page and handed it to Collet。 〃Look familiar？〃
Collet was amazed。 He was holding a photocopy of an ancient schematic diagram； which depicted a rudimentary machine。 He was unable to read the handwritten Italian labels； and yet he knew what he was looking at。 A model for a fully articulated medieval French knight。
The knight sitting on Saunière's desk！
Collet's eyes moved to the margins； where someone had scribbled notes on the photocopy in red felt…tipped marker。 The notes were in French and appeared to be ideas outlining how best to insert a listening device into the knight。
CHAPTER 91
Silas sat in the passenger seat of the parked Jaguar limousine near the Temple Church。 His hands felt damp on the keystone as he waited for Rémy to finish tying and gagging Teabing in back with the rope they had found in the trunk。
Finally； Rémy climbed out of the rear of the limo； walked around； and slid into the driver's seat beside Silas。
〃Secure？〃 Silas asked。
Rémy chuckled； shaking off the rain and glancing over his shoulder through the open partition at the crumpled form of Leigh Teabing； who was barely visible in the shadows in the rear。 〃He's not going anywhere。〃
Silas could hear Teabing's muffled cries and realized Rémy had used some of the old duct tape to gag him。
〃Ferme ta gueule！〃 Rémy shouted over his shoulder at Teabing。 Reaching to a control panel on the elaborate dash； Rémy pressed a button。 An opaque partition raised behind them； sealing off the back。 Teabing disappeared； and his voice was silenced。 Rémy glanced at Silas。 〃I've been listening to his miserable whimpering long enough。〃
Minutes later； as the Jaguar stretch limo powered through the streets； Silas's cell phone rang。 The Teacher。 He answered excitedly。 〃Hello？〃
〃Silas；〃 the Teacher's familiar French accent said； 〃I am relieved to hear your voice。 This means you are safe。〃
Silas was equally forted to hear the Teacher。 It had been hours； and the operation had veered wildly off course。 Now； at last； it seemed to be back on track。 〃I have the keystone。〃
〃This is superb news；〃 the Teacher told him。 〃Is Rémy with you？〃
Silas was surprised to hear the Teacher use Rémy's name。 〃Yes。 Rémy freed me。〃
〃As I ordered him to do。 I am only sorry you had to endure captivity for so long。〃
〃Physical disfort has no meaning。 The important thing is that the keystone is ours。〃
〃Yes。 I need it delivered to me at once。 Time is of the essence。〃
Silas was eager to meet the Teacher face…to…face at last。 〃Yes； sir； I would be honored。〃
〃Silas； I would like Rémy to bring it to me。〃
Rémy？ Silas was crestfallen。 After everything Silas had done for the Teacher； he had believed he would be the one to hand over the prize。 The Teacher favors Rémy？
〃I sense your disappointment；〃 the Teacher said； 〃which tells me you do not understand my meaning。〃 He lowered his voice to a whisper。 〃You must believe that I would much prefer to receive the keystone from you—a man of God rather than a criminal—but Rémy must be dealt with。 He disobeyed my orders and made a grave mistake that has put our entire mission at risk。〃
Silas felt a chill and glanced over at Rémy。 Kidnapping Teabing had not been part of the plan； and deciding what to do with him posed a new problem。
〃You and I are men of God；〃 the Teacher whispered。 〃We cannot be deterred from our goal。〃 There was an ominous pause on the line。 〃For this reason alone； I will ask Rémy to bring me the keystone。 Do you understand？〃
Silas sensed anger in the Teacher's voice and was surprised the man was not more understanding。 Showing his face could not be avoided； Silas thought。 Rémy did what he had to do。 He saved the keystone。 〃I understand；〃 Silas managed。
〃Good。 For your own safety； you need to get off the street immediately。 The police will be looking for the limousine soon； and I do not want you caught。 Opus Dei has a residence in London； no？〃
〃Of course。〃
〃And you are wele there？〃
〃As a brother。〃
〃Then go there and stay out of sight。 I will call you the moment I am in possession of the keystone and have attended to my current problem。〃
〃You are in London？〃
〃Do as I say； and everything will be fine。〃
〃Yes； sir。〃
The Teacher heaved a sigh； as if what he now had to do was profoundly regrettable。 〃It's time I speak to Rémy。〃
Silas handed Rémy the phone； sensing it might be the last call Rémy Legaludec ever took。
As Rémy took the phone； he knew this poor； twisted monk had no idea what fate awaited him now that he had served his purpose。
The Teacher used you； Silas。
And your bishop is a pawn。
Rémy still marveled at the Teacher's powers of persuasion。 Bishop Aringarosa had trusted everything。 He had been blinded by his own desperation。 Aringarosa was far too eager to believe。 Although Rémy did not particularly like the Teacher； he felt pride at having gained the man's trust and helped him so substantially。 I have earned my payday。
〃Listen carefully；〃 the Teacher said。 〃Take Silas to the Opus Dei residence hall and drop him off a few streets away。 Then drive to St。 James's Park。 It is adjacent to Parliament and Big Ben。 You can park the limousine on Horse Guards Parade。 We'll talk there。〃
With that； the connection went dead。
CHAPTER 92
King's College； established by King George IV in 1829； houses its Department of Theology and Religious Studies adjacent to Parliament on property granted by the Crown。 King's College Religion Department boasts not only 150 years' experience in teaching and research； but the 1982 establishment of the Research Institute in Systematic Theology； which possesses one of the most plete and electronically advanced religious research libraries in the world。
Langdon still felt shaky as he and Sophie came in from the rain and entered the library。 The primary research room was as Teabing had described it—a dramatic octagonal chamber dominated by an enormous round table around which King Arthur and his knights might have been fortable were it not for the presence of twelve flat…screen puter workstations。 On the far side of the room； a reference librarian was just pouring a pot of tea and settling in for her day of work。
〃Lovely morning；〃 she said in a cheerful British accent； leaving the tea and walking over。 〃May I help you？〃
〃Thank you； yes；〃 Langdon replied。 〃My name is—〃
〃Robert Langdon。〃 She gave a pleasant smile。 〃I know who you are。〃
For an instant； he feared Fache had put him on English television as well； but the librarian's smile suggested otherwise。 Langdon still had not gotten used to these moments of unexpected celebrity。 Then again； if anyone on earth were going to recognize his face； it would be a librarian in a Religious Studies reference facility。
〃Pamela Gettum；〃 the librarian said； offering her hand。 She had a genial； erudite face and a pleasingly fluid voice。 The horn…rimmed glasses hanging around her neck were thick。
〃A pleasure；〃 Langdon said。 〃This is my friend Sophie Neveu。〃
The two women greeted one another； and Gettum turned immediately back to Langdon。 〃I didn't know you were ing。〃
〃Neither did we。 If it's not too much trouble； we could really use your help finding some information。〃
Gettum shifted； looking uncertain。 〃Normally our services are by petition and appointment only； unless of course you're the guest of someone at the college？〃
Langdon shook his head。 〃I'm afraid we've e unannounced。 A friend of mine speaks very highly of you。 Sir Leigh Teabing？〃 Langdon felt a pang of gloom as he said the name。 〃The British Royal Historian。〃
Gettum brightened now； laughing。 〃Heavens； yes。 What a character。 Fanatical！ Every time he es in； it's always the same search strings。 Grail。 Grail。 Grail。 I swear that man will die before he gives up on that quest。〃 She winked。 〃Time and money afford one such lovely luxuries； wouldn't you say？ A regular Don Quixote； that one。〃
〃Is there any chance you can help us？〃 Sophie asked。 〃It's quite important。〃
Gettum glanced around the deserted library and then winked at them both。 〃Well； I can't very well claim I'm too busy； now can I？ As long as you sign in； I can't imagine anyone being too upset。 What did you have in mind？〃
〃We're trying to find a tomb in London。〃
Gettum looked dubious。 〃We've got about twenty thousand of them。 Can you be a little more specific？〃
〃It's the tomb of a knight。 We don't have a name。〃
〃A knight。 That tightens the net substantially。 Much less mon。〃
〃We don't have much information about the knight we're looking for；〃 Sophie said； 〃but this is what we know。〃 She produced a slip of paper on which she had written only the first two lines of the poem。
Hesitant to show the entire poem to an outsider； Langdon and Sophie had decided to share just the first two lines； those that identified the knight。 partmentalized cryptography； Sophie had called it。 When an intelligence agency intercepted a code containing sensitive data； cryptographers each worked on a discrete section of the code。 This way； when they broke it； no single cryptographer possessed the entire deciphered message。
In this case； the precaution was probably excessive； even if th