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«
I
have
an
address
in
the
suburbs
.
Somewhere
near
Versailles
.
»
«
Does
Captain
Fache
know
?
»
«
Not
yet
.
He
’
s
busy
on
an
important
call
.
»
«
I
’
m
on
my
way
.
Have
him
call
as
soon
as
he
’
s
free
.
»
Collet
took
down
the
address
and
jumped
in
his
car
.
As
he
peeled
away
from
the
bank
,
Collet
realized
he
had
forgotten
to
ask
who
had
tipped
DCPJ
off
to
Langdon
’
s
location
.
Not
that
it
mattered
.
Collet
had
been
blessed
with
a
chance
to
redeem
his
skepticism
and
earlier
blunders
.
He
was
about
to
make
the
most
high
-
profile
arrest
of
his
career
.
Collet
radioed
the
five
cars
accompanying
him
.
«
No
sirens
,
men
.
Langdon
can
’
t
know
we
’
re
coming
.
»
Forty
kilometers
away
,
a
black
Audi
pulled
off
a
rural
road
and
parked
in
the
shadows
on
the
edge
of
a
field
.
Silas
got
out
and
peered
through
the
rungs
of
the
wrought
-
iron
fence
that
encircled
the
vast
compound
before
him
He
gazed
up
the
long
moonlit
slope
to
the
château
in
the
distance
.
The
downstairs
lights
were
all
ablaze
.
Odd
for
this
hour
,
Silas
thought
,
smiling
.
The
information
the
Teacher
had
given
him
was
obviously
accurate
.
I
will
not
leave
this
house
without
the
keystone
,
he
vowed
.
I
will
not
fail
the
bishop
and
the
Teacher
.
Checking
the
thirteen
-
round
clip
in
his
Heckler
Koch
,
Silas
pushed
it
through
the
bars
and
let
it
fall
onto
the
mossy
ground
inside
the
compound
.
Then
,
gripping
the
top
of
the
fence
,
he
heaved
himself
up
and
over
,
dropping
to
the
ground
on
the
other
side
.
Ignoring
the
slash
of
pain
from
his
cilice
,
Silas
retrieved
his
gun
and
began
the
long
trek
up
the
grassy
slope
.
Teabing
’
s
»
study
»
was
like
no
study
Sophie
had
ever
seen
.
Six
or
seven
times
larger
than
even
the
most
luxurious
of
office
spaces
,
the
knight
’
s
cabinet
de
travail
resembled
an
ungainly
hybrid
of
science
laboratory
,
archival
library
,
and
indoor
flea
market
.
Lit
by
three
overhead
chandeliers
,
the
boundless
tile
floor
was
dotted
with
clustered
islands
of
worktables
buried
beneath
books
,
artwork
,
artifacts
,
and
a
surprising
amount
of
electronic
gear
–
computers
,
projectors
,
microscopes
,
copy
machines
,
and
flatbed
scanners
.
«
I
converted
the
ballroom
,
»
Teabing
said
,
looking
sheepish
as
he
shuffled
into
the
room
.
«
I
have
little
occasion
to
dance
.
»
Sophie
felt
as
if
the
entire
night
had
become
some
kind
of
twilight
zone
where
nothing
was
as
she
expected
.
«
This
is
all
for
your
work
?
»
