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«
Mauvaise
idée
,
Monsieur
Langdon
,
»
he
said
,
pressing
the
gun
hard
into
Langdon
’
s
back
.
»
Mauvaise
idée
.
»
Face
down
on
the
parquet
floor
with
his
arms
and
legs
spread
wide
,
Langdon
found
little
humor
in
the
irony
of
his
position
.
The
Vitruvian
Man
,
he
thought
.
Face
down
.
Inside
Saint
-
Sulpice
,
Silas
carried
the
heavy
iron
votive
candle
holder
from
the
altar
back
toward
the
obelisk
.
The
shaft
would
do
nicely
as
a
battering
ram
.
Eyeing
the
gray
marble
panel
that
covered
the
apparent
hollow
in
the
floor
,
he
realized
he
could
not
possibly
shatter
the
covering
without
making
considerable
noise
.
Iron
on
marble
.
It
would
echo
off
the
vaulted
ceilings
.
Would
the
nun
hear
him
?
She
should
be
asleep
by
now
.
Even
so
,
it
was
a
chance
Silas
preferred
not
to
take
.
Looking
around
for
a
cloth
to
wrap
around
the
tip
of
the
iron
pole
,
he
saw
nothing
except
the
altar
’
s
linen
mantle
,
which
he
refused
to
defile
.
My
cloak
,
he
thought
.
Knowing
he
was
alone
in
the
great
church
,
Silas
untied
his
cloak
and
slipped
it
off
his
body
.
As
he
removed
it
,
he
felt
a
sting
as
the
wool
fibers
stuck
to
the
fresh
wounds
on
his
back
.
Naked
now
,
except
for
his
loin
swaddle
,
Silas
wrapped
his
cloak
over
the
end
of
the
iron
rod
.
Then
,
aiming
at
the
center
of
the
floor
tile
,
he
drove
the
tip
into
it
.
A
muffled
thud
.
The
stone
did
not
break
.
He
drove
the
pole
into
it
again
.
Again
a
dull
thud
,
but
this
time
accompanied
by
a
crack
.
On
the
third
swing
,
the
covering
finally
shattered
,
and
stone
shards
fell
into
a
hollow
area
beneath
the
floor
.
A
compartment
!
Quickly
pulling
the
remaining
pieces
from
the
opening
,
Silas
gazed
into
the
void
.
His
blood
pounded
as
he
knelt
down
before
it
.
Raising
his
pale
bare
arm
,
he
reached
inside
.
At
first
he
felt
nothing
.
The
floor
of
the
compartment
was
bare
,
smooth
stone
.
Then
,
feeling
deeper
,
reaching
his
arm
in
under
the
Rose
Line
,
he
touched
something
!
A
thick
stone
tablet
.
Getting
his
fingers
around
the
edge
,
he
gripped
it
and
gently
lifted
the
tablet
out
.
As
he
stood
and
examined
his
find
,
he
realized
he
was
holding
a
rough
-
hewn
stone
slab
with
engraved
words
.
He
felt
for
an
instant
like
a
modern
-
day
Moses
.
