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They
turned
into
the
sweeping
circular
driveway
,
and
Château
Villette
came
into
view
on
their
right
.
Three
stories
tall
and
at
least
sixty
meters
long
,
the
edifice
had
gray
stone
facing
illuminated
by
outside
spotlights
.
The
coarse
facade
stood
in
stark
juxtaposition
to
the
immaculately
landscaped
gardens
and
glassy
pond
.
The
inside
lights
were
just
now
coming
on
.
Rather
than
driving
to
the
front
door
,
Langdon
pulled
into
a
parking
area
nestled
in
the
evergreens
.
«
No
reason
to
risk
being
spotted
from
the
road
,
»
he
said
.
«
Or
having
Leigh
wonder
why
we
arrived
in
a
wrecked
armored
truck
.
»
Sophie
nodded
.
«
What
do
we
do
with
the
cryptex
?
We
probably
shouldn
’
t
leave
it
out
here
,
but
if
Leigh
sees
it
,
he
’
ll
certainly
want
to
know
what
it
is
.
»
«
Not
to
worry
,
»
Langdon
said
,
removing
his
jacket
as
he
stepped
out
of
the
car
.
He
wrapped
the
tweed
coat
around
the
box
and
held
the
bundle
in
his
arms
like
a
baby
.
Sophie
looked
dubious
.
«
Subtle
.
»
«
Teabing
never
answers
his
own
door
;
he
prefers
to
make
an
entrance
.
I
’
ll
find
somewhere
inside
to
stash
this
before
he
joins
us
.
»
Langdon
paused
.
«
Actually
,
I
should
probably
warn
you
before
you
meet
him
.
Sir
Leigh
has
a
sense
of
humor
that
people
often
find
a
bit
…
strange
.
»
Sophie
doubted
anything
tonight
would
strike
her
as
strange
anymore
.
The
pathway
to
the
main
entrance
was
hand
-
laid
cobblestone
.
It
curved
to
a
door
of
carved
oak
and
cherry
with
a
brass
knocker
the
size
of
a
grapefruit
.
Before
Sophie
could
grasp
the
knocker
,
the
door
swung
open
from
within
.
A
prim
and
elegant
butler
stood
before
them
,
making
final
adjustments
on
the
white
tie
and
tuxedo
he
had
apparently
just
donned
.
He
looked
to
be
about
fifty
,
with
refined
features
and
an
austere
expression
that
left
little
doubt
he
was
unamused
by
their
presence
here
.
«
Sir
Leigh
will
be
down
presently
,
»
he
declared
,
his
accent
thick
French
.
«
He
is
dressing
.
He
prefers
not
to
greet
visitors
while
wearing
only
a
nightshirt
.
May
I
take
your
coat
?
»
He
scowled
at
the
bunched
-
up
tweed
in
Langdon
’
s
arms
.
«
Thank
you
,
I
’
m
fine
.
»
«
Of
course
you
are
.
Right
this
way
,
please
.
»
