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«
This
area
is
still
off
limits
to
Louvre
security
,
»
Fache
said
.
«
My
team
from
Police
Technique
etScientifique
has
just
finished
their
investigation
.
»
He
motioned
to
the
opening
.
«
Please
slide
under
.
»
Langdon
stared
at
the
narrow
crawl
space
at
his
feet
and
then
up
at
the
massive
iron
grate
He
’
s
kidding
,
right
?
The
barricade
looked
like
a
guillotine
waiting
to
crush
intruders
.
Fache
grumbled
something
in
French
and
checked
his
watch
.
Then
he
dropped
to
his
knees
and
slithered
his
bulky
frame
underneath
the
grate
.
On
the
other
side
,
he
stood
up
and
looked
back
through
the
bars
at
Langdon
.
Langdon
sighed
.
Placing
his
palms
flat
on
the
polished
parquet
,
he
lay
on
his
stomach
and
pulled
himself
forward
.
As
he
slid
underneath
,
the
nape
of
his
Harris
tweed
snagged
on
the
bottom
of
the
grate
,
and
he
cracked
the
back
of
his
head
on
the
iron
.
Very
suave
,
Robert
,
he
thought
,
fumbling
and
then
finally
pulling
himself
through
.
As
he
stood
up
,
Langdon
was
beginning
to
suspect
it
was
going
to
be
a
very
long
night
.
Murray
Hill
Place
–
the
new
Opus
Dei
World
Headquarters
and
conference
center
–
is
located
at
243
Lexington
Avenue
in
New
York
City
.
With
a
price
tag
of
just
over
$
47
million
,
the
133
,
000
-
square
-
foot
tower
is
clad
in
red
brick
and
Indiana
limestone
.
Designed
by
May
&
Pinska
,
the
building
contains
over
one
hundred
bedrooms
,
six
dining
rooms
,
libraries
,
living
rooms
,
meeting
rooms
,
and
offices
.
The
second
,
eighth
,
and
sixteenth
floors
contain
chapels
,
ornamented
with
mill
-
work
and
marble
.
The
seventeenth
floor
is
entirely
residential
.
Men
enter
the
building
through
the
main
doors
on
Lexington
Avenue
.
Women
enter
through
a
side
street
and
are
‘
acoustically
and
visually
separated
’
from
the
men
at
all
times
within
the
building
.
Earlier
this
evening
,
within
the
sanctuary
of
his
penthouse
apartment
,
Bishop
Manuel
Aringarosa
had
packed
a
small
travel
bag
and
dressed
in
a
traditional
black
cassock
.
Normally
,
he
would
have
wrapped
a
purple
cincture
around
his
waist
,
but
tonight
he
would
be
traveling
among
the
public
,
and
he
preferred
not
to
draw
attention
to
his
high
office
.
Only
those
with
a
keen
eye
would
notice
his
14
-
karat
gold
bishop
’
s
ring
with
purple
amethyst
,
large
diamonds
,
and
hand
-
tooled
mitre
-
crozier
appliqué
.
Throwing
the
travel
bag
over
his
shoulder
,
he
said
a
silent
prayer
and
left
his
apartment
,
descending
to
the
lobby
where
his
driver
was
waiting
to
take
him
to
the
airport
.
Now
,
sitting
aboard
a
commercial
airliner
bound
for
Rome
,
Aringarosa
gazed
out
the
window
at
the
dark
Atlantic
.
The
sun
had
already
set
,
but
Aringarosa
knew
his
own
star
was
on
the
rise
.
Tonight
the
battle
will
be
won
,
he
thought
,
amazed
that
only
months
ago
he
had
felt
powerless
against
the
hands
that
threatened
to
destroy
his
empire
.
