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"
Alt
!
"
Chartrand
yelled
.
"
Get
back
!
"
But
the
reporters
kept
coming
.
Langdon
guessed
the
other
networks
would
take
about
six
seconds
to
pick
up
this
live
BBC
feed
again
.
He
was
wrong
.
They
took
two
.
As
if
connected
by
some
sort
of
universal
consciousness
,
every
last
media
screen
in
the
piazza
cut
away
from
their
countdown
clocks
and
their
Vatican
experts
and
began
transmitting
the
same
picture
—
a
jiggling
action
footage
swooping
up
the
Vatican
stairs
.
Now
,
everywhere
Langdon
looked
,
he
saw
the
camerlegno
’
s
limp
body
in
a
Technicolor
close
-
up
.
This
is
wrong
!
Langdon
thought
.
He
wanted
to
run
down
the
stairs
and
interfere
,
but
he
could
not
.
It
wouldn
’
t
have
helped
anyway
.
Whether
it
was
the
roar
of
the
crowd
or
the
cool
night
air
that
caused
it
,
Langdon
would
never
know
,
but
at
that
moment
,
the
inconceivable
occurred
.
Like
a
man
awakening
from
a
nightmare
,
the
camerlegno
’
s
eyes
shot
open
and
he
sat
bolt
upright
.
Taken
entirely
by
surprise
,
Langdon
and
the
others
fumbled
with
the
shifting
weight
.
The
front
of
the
table
dipped
.
The
camerlegno
began
to
slide
.
They
tried
to
recover
by
setting
the
table
down
,
but
it
was
too
late
.
The
camerlegno
slid
off
the
front
.
Incredibly
,
he
did
not
fall
.
His
feet
hit
the
marble
,
and
he
swayed
upright
.
He
stood
a
moment
,
looking
disoriented
,
and
then
,
before
anyone
could
stop
him
,
he
lurched
forward
,
staggering
down
the
stairs
toward
Macri
.
"
No
!
"
Langdon
screamed
.
Chartrand
rushed
forward
,
trying
to
reign
in
the
camerlegno
.
But
the
camerlegno
turned
on
him
,
wild
-
eyed
,
crazed
.
"
Leave
me
!
"
Chartrand
jumped
back
.
The
scene
went
from
bad
to
worse
.
The
camerlegno
’
s
torn
cassock
,
having
been
only
laid
over
his
chest
by
Chartrand
,
began
to
slip
lower
.
For
a
moment
,
Langdon
thought
the
garment
might
hold
,
but
that
moment
passed
The
cassock
let
go
,
sliding
off
his
shoulders
down
around
his
waist
.
