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Langdon
thought
for
a
moment
,
trying
to
get
his
bearings
.
He
surveyed
the
circumference
of
the
room
.
Tombs
.
Altars
.
Pillars
.
Niches
.
He
motioned
to
a
particularly
ornate
funerary
across
the
dome
and
to
the
left
.
"
I
think
that
’
s
Raphael
’
s
over
there
.
"
Vittoria
scanned
the
rest
of
the
room
.
"
I
don
’
t
see
anyone
who
looks
like
an
assassin
about
to
kill
a
cardinal
.
Shall
we
look
around
?
"
Langdon
nodded
.
"
There
’
s
only
one
spot
in
here
where
anyone
could
be
hiding
.
We
better
check
the
rientranze
.
"
"
The
recesses
?
"
"
Yes
.
"
Langdon
pointed
.
"
The
recesses
in
the
wall
.
"
Around
the
perimeter
,
interspersed
with
the
tombs
,
a
series
of
semicircular
niches
were
hewn
in
the
wall
.
The
niches
,
although
not
enormous
,
were
big
enough
to
hide
someone
in
the
shadows
.
Sadly
,
Langdon
knew
they
once
contained
statues
of
the
Olympian
gods
,
but
the
pagan
sculptures
had
been
destroyed
when
the
Vatican
converted
the
Pantheon
to
a
Christian
church
.
He
felt
a
pang
of
frustration
to
know
he
was
standing
at
the
first
altar
of
science
,
and
the
marker
was
gone
.
He
wondered
which
statue
it
had
been
,
and
where
it
had
pointed
.
Langdon
could
imagine
no
greater
thrill
than
finding
an
Illuminati
marker
—
a
statue
that
surreptitiously
pointed
the
way
down
the
Path
of
Illumination
.
Again
he
wondered
who
the
anonymous
Illuminati
sculptor
had
been
.
"
I
’
ll
take
the
left
arc
,
"
Vittoria
said
,
indicating
the
left
half
of
the
circumference
.
"
You
go
right
.
See
you
in
a
hundred
and
eighty
degrees
.
"
Langdon
smiled
grimly
.
As
Vittoria
moved
off
,
Langdon
felt
the
eerie
horror
of
the
situation
seeping
back
into
his
mind
.
As
he
turned
and
made
his
way
to
the
right
,
the
killer
’
s
voice
seemed
to
whisper
in
the
dead
space
around
him
.
Eight
o
’
clock
.
Virgin
sacrifices
on
the
altars
of
science
.
A
mathematical
progression
of
death
.
Eight
,
nine
,
ten
,
eleven
…
and
at
midnight
.
Langdon
checked
his
watch
:
7
:
52
.
Eight
minutes
.
