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Sophie
’
s
SmartCar
tore
through
the
diplomatic
quarter
,
weaving
past
embassies
and
consulates
,
finally
racing
out
a
side
street
and
taking
a
right
turn
back
onto
the
massive
thoroughfare
of
Champs
-
Elysées
.
Langdon
sat
white
-
knuckled
in
the
passenger
seat
,
twisted
backward
,
scanning
behind
them
for
any
signs
of
the
police
.
He
suddenly
wished
he
had
not
decided
to
run
.
You
didn
’
t
,
he
reminded
himself
.
Sophie
had
made
the
decision
for
him
when
she
threw
the
GPS
dot
out
the
bathroom
window
.
Now
,
as
they
sped
away
from
the
embassy
,
serpentining
through
sparse
traffic
on
Champs
-
Elysées
,
Langdon
felt
his
options
deteriorating
.
Although
Sophie
seemed
to
have
lost
the
police
,
at
least
for
the
moment
,
Langdon
doubted
their
luck
would
hold
for
long
.
Behind
the
wheel
Sophie
was
fishing
in
her
sweater
pocket
.
She
removed
a
small
metal
object
and
held
it
out
for
him
.
«
Robert
,
you
’
d
better
have
a
look
at
this
.
This
is
what
my
grandfather
left
me
behind
Madonna
of
the
Rocks
.
»
Feeling
a
shiver
of
anticipation
,
Langdon
took
the
object
and
examined
it
.
It
was
heavy
and
shaped
like
a
cruciform
.
His
first
instinct
was
that
he
was
holding
a
funeral
pieu
–
a
miniature
version
of
a
memorial
spike
designed
to
be
stuck
into
the
ground
at
a
gravesite
.
But
then
he
noted
the
shaft
protruding
from
the
cruciform
was
prismatic
and
triangular
.
The
shaft
was
also
pockmarked
with
hundreds
of
tiny
hexagons
that
appeared
to
be
finely
tooled
and
scattered
at
random
.
«
It
’
s
a
laser
-
cut
key
,
»
Sophie
told
him
.
«
Those
hexagons
are
read
by
an
electric
eye
.
»
A
key
?
Langdon
had
never
seen
anything
like
it
.
«
Look
at
the
other
side
,
»
she
said
,
changing
lanes
and
sailing
through
an
intersection
.
When
Langdon
turned
the
key
,
he
felt
his
jaw
drop
.
There
,
intricately
embossed
on
the
center
of
the
cross
,
was
a
stylized
fleur
-
de
-
lis
with
the
initials
P
.
S
.
!
»
Sophie
,
»
he
said
,
»
this
is
the
seal
I
told
you
about
!
The
official
device
of
the
Priory
of
Sion
.
»
She
nodded
.
«
As
I
told
you
,
I
saw
the
key
a
long
time
ago
.
He
told
me
never
to
speak
of
it
again
.
»
Langdon
’
s
eyes
were
still
riveted
on
the
embossed
key
.
Its
high
-
tech
tooling
and
age
-
oldsymbolism
exuded
an
eerie
fusion
of
ancient
and
modern
worlds
.
«
He
told
me
the
key
opened
a
box
where
he
kept
many
secrets
.
»
Langdon
felt
a
chill
to
imagine
what
kind
of
secrets
a
man
like
Jacques
Saunière
might
keep
.
What
an
ancient
brotherhood
was
doing
with
a
futuristic
key
,
Langdon
had
no
idea
.
The
Priory
existed
for
the
sole
purpose
of
protecting
a
secret
.
A
secret
of
incredible
power
.
Could
this
key
have
something
to
do
with
it
?
The
thought
was
overwhelming
.
«
Do
you
know
what
it
opens
?
»
