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A
moment
later
,
though
,
as
if
the
Holy
Spirit
Himself
had
descended
to
persuade
Chartrand
of
His
power
,
Chartrand
had
a
vision
.
Fifty
yards
ahead
,
in
the
center
of
the
church
,
a
ghost
appeared
…
a
diaphanous
,
glowing
outline
.
The
pale
shape
was
that
of
the
half
-
naked
camerlegno
.
The
specter
seemed
transparent
,
radiating
light
.
Chartrand
staggered
to
a
stop
,
feeling
a
knot
tighten
in
his
chest
.
The
camerlegno
is
glowing
!
The
body
seemed
to
shine
brighter
now
.
Then
,
it
began
to
sink
…
deeper
and
deeper
,
until
it
disappeared
as
if
by
magic
into
the
blackness
of
the
floor
.
Langdon
had
seen
the
phantom
also
.
For
a
moment
,
he
too
thought
he
had
witnessed
a
magical
vision
.
But
as
he
passed
the
stunned
Chartrand
and
ran
toward
the
spot
where
the
camerlegno
had
disappeared
,
he
realized
what
had
just
happened
.
The
camerlegno
had
arrived
at
the
Niche
of
the
Palliums
—
the
sunken
chamber
lit
by
ninety
-
nine
oil
lamps
.
The
lamps
in
the
niche
shone
up
from
beneath
,
illuminating
him
like
a
ghost
.
Then
,
as
the
camerlegno
descended
the
stairs
into
the
light
,
he
had
seemed
to
disappear
beneath
the
floor
.
Langdon
arrived
breathless
at
the
rim
overlooking
the
sunken
room
.
He
peered
down
the
stairs
.
At
the
bottom
,
lit
by
the
golden
glow
of
oil
lamps
,
the
camerlegno
dashed
across
the
marble
chamber
toward
the
set
of
glass
doors
that
led
to
the
room
holding
the
famous
golden
box
.
What
is
he
doing
?
Langdon
wondered
.
Certainly
he
can
’
t
think
the
golden
box
—
The
camerlegno
yanked
open
the
doors
and
ran
inside
.
Oddly
though
,
he
totally
ignored
the
golden
box
,
rushing
right
past
it
.
Five
feet
beyond
the
box
,
he
dropped
to
his
knees
and
began
struggling
to
lift
an
iron
grate
embedded
in
the
floor
.
Langdon
watched
in
horror
,
now
realizing
where
the
camerlegno
was
headed
.
Good
God
,
no
!
He
dashed
down
the
stairs
after
him
.
"
Father
!
Don
’
t
!
"
As
Langdon
opened
the
glass
doors
and
ran
toward
the
camerlegno
,
he
saw
the
camerlegno
heave
on
the
grate
.
The
hinged
,
iron
bulkhead
fell
open
with
a
deafening
crash
,
revealing
a
narrow
shaft
and
a
steep
stairway
that
dropped
into
nothingness
.
As
the
camerlegno
moved
toward
the
hole
,
Langdon
grabbed
his
bare
shoulders
and
pulled
him
back
.
The
man
’
s
skin
was
slippery
with
sweat
,
but
Langdon
held
on
.
The
camerlegno
wheeled
,
obviously
startled
.
"
What
are
you
doing
!
"
