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Someone
should
be
present
inside
this
meeting
!
Chartrand
thought
.
He
had
heard
Maximilian
Kohler
bolt
the
door
after
he
entered
.
Why
had
Rocher
permitted
this
?
But
there
was
so
much
more
bothering
Chartrand
.
The
cardinals
.
The
cardinals
were
still
locked
in
the
Sistine
Chapel
.
This
was
absolute
insanity
.
The
camerlegno
had
wanted
them
evacuated
fifteen
minutes
ago
!
Rocher
had
overruled
the
decision
and
not
informed
the
camerlegno
.
Chartrand
had
expressed
concern
,
and
Rocher
had
almost
taken
off
his
head
.
Chain
of
command
was
never
questioned
in
the
Swiss
Guard
,
and
Rocher
was
now
top
dog
.
Half
an
hour
,
Rocher
thought
,
discreetly
checking
his
Swiss
chronometer
in
the
dim
light
of
the
candelabra
lighting
the
hall
.
Please
hurry
.
Chartrand
wished
he
could
hear
what
was
happening
on
the
other
side
of
the
doors
.
Still
,
he
knew
there
was
no
one
he
would
rather
have
handling
this
crisis
than
the
camerlegno
.
The
man
had
been
tested
beyond
reason
tonight
,
and
he
had
not
flinched
.
He
had
confronted
the
problem
head
-
on
…
truthful
,
candid
,
shining
like
an
example
to
all
.
Chartrand
felt
proud
right
now
to
be
a
Catholic
.
The
Illuminati
had
made
a
mistake
when
they
challenged
Camerlegno
Ventresca
.
At
that
moment
,
however
,
Chartrand
’
s
thoughts
were
jolted
by
an
unexpected
sound
.
A
banging
.
It
was
coming
from
down
the
hall
.
The
pounding
was
distant
and
muffled
,
but
incessant
.
Rocher
looked
up
.
The
captain
turned
to
Chartrand
and
motioned
down
the
hall
.
Chartrand
understood
.
He
turned
on
his
flashlight
and
took
off
to
investigate
.
The
banging
was
more
desperate
now
.
Chartrand
ran
thirty
yards
down
the
corridor
to
an
intersection
.
The
noise
seemed
to
be
coming
from
around
the
corner
,
beyond
the
Sala
Clementina
.
Chartrand
felt
perplexed
.
There
was
only
one
room
back
there
—
the
Pope
’
s
private
library
.
His
Holiness
’
s
private
library
had
been
locked
since
the
Pope
’
s
death
.
Nobody
could
possibly
be
in
there
!
Chartrand
hurried
down
the
second
corridor
,
turned
another
corner
,
and
rushed
to
the
library
door
.
The
wooden
portico
was
diminutive
,
but
it
stood
in
the
dark
like
a
dour
sentinel
.
The
banging
was
coming
from
somewhere
inside
.
Chartrand
hesitated
.
He
had
never
been
inside
the
private
library
.
Few
had
.
No
one
was
allowed
in
without
an
escort
by
the
Pope
himself
.
Tentatively
,
Chartrand
reached
for
the
doorknob
and
turned
.
As
he
had
imagined
,
the
door
was
locked
.
He
put
his
ear
to
the
door
.
The
banging
was
louder
.
Then
he
heard
something
else
.
Voices
!
Someone
calling
out
!
He
could
not
make
out
the
words
,
but
he
could
hear
the
panic
in
their
shouts
.
