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Fache
glowered
,
clearly
unmoved
.
«
This
is
a
crime
scene
,
Mr
.
Langdon
.
We
have
touched
nothing
.
That
canvas
was
pulled
from
the
wall
by
the
curator
.
It
was
how
he
activated
the
security
system
.
»
Langdon
looked
back
at
the
gate
,
trying
to
picture
what
had
happened
.
«
The
curator
was
attacked
in
his
office
,
fled
into
the
Grand
Gallery
,
and
activated
the
security
gate
by
pulling
that
painting
from
the
wall
.
The
gate
fell
immediately
,
sealing
off
all
access
.
This
is
the
only
door
in
or
out
of
this
gallery
.
»
Langdon
felt
confused
.
«
So
the
curator
actually
captured
his
attacker
inside
the
Grand
Gallery
?
»
Fache
shook
his
head
.
«
The
security
gate
separated
Saunière
from
his
attacker
.
The
killer
waslocked
out
there
in
the
hallway
and
shot
Saunière
through
this
gate
.
»
Fache
pointed
toward
anorange
tag
hanging
from
one
of
the
bars
on
the
gate
under
which
they
had
just
passed
.
«
The
PT
Steam
found
flashback
residue
from
a
gun
.
He
fired
through
the
bars
.
Saunière
died
in
here
alone
.
»
Langdon
pictured
the
photograph
of
Saunière
’
s
body
.
They
said
he
did
that
to
himself
.
Langdon
looked
out
at
the
enormous
corridor
before
them
.
«
So
where
is
his
body
?
»
Fache
straightened
his
cruciform
tie
clip
and
began
to
walk
.
«
As
you
probably
know
,
the
Grand
Gallery
is
quite
long
.
»
The
exact
length
,
if
Langdon
recalled
correctly
,
was
around
fifteen
hundred
feet
,
the
length
of
three
Washington
Monuments
laid
end
to
end
.
Equally
breathtaking
was
the
corridor
’
s
width
,
which
easily
could
have
accommodated
a
pair
of
side
-
by
-
side
passenger
trains
.
The
center
of
the
hallway
was
dotted
by
the
occasional
statue
or
colossal
porcelain
urn
,
which
served
as
a
tasteful
divider
and
kept
the
flow
of
traffic
moving
down
one
wall
and
up
the
other
.
Fache
was
silent
now
,
striding
briskly
up
the
right
side
of
the
corridor
with
his
gaze
dead
ahead
.
Langdon
felt
almost
disrespectful
to
be
racing
past
so
many
masterpieces
without
pausing
for
so
much
as
a
glance
.
Not
that
I
could
see
anything
in
this
lighting
,
he
thought
.
The
muted
crimson
lighting
unfortunately
conjured
memories
of
Langdon
’
s
last
experience
in
noninvasive
lighting
in
the
Vatican
Secret
Archives
.
This
was
tonight
’
s
second
unsettling
parallel
with
his
near
-
death
in
Rome
.
He
flashed
on
Vittoria
again
.
She
had
been
absent
from
his
dreams
for
months
.
Langdon
could
not
believe
Rome
had
been
only
a
year
ago
;
it
felt
like
decades
.
Another
life
.
His
last
correspondence
from
Vittoria
had
been
in
December
–
a
postcard
saying
she
was
headed
to
the
Java
Sea
to
continue
her
research
in
entanglement
physics
…
something
about
using
satellites
to
track
manta
ray
migrations
.
Langdon
had
never
harbored
delusions
that
a
woman
like
Vittoria
Vetra
could
have
been
happy
living
with
him
on
a
college
campus
,
but
their
encounter
in
Rome
had
unlocked
in
him
a
longing
he
never
imagined
he
could
feel
.
His
lifelong
affinity
for
bachelorhood
and
the
simple
freedoms
it
allowed
had
been
shaken
somehow
…
replaced
by
an
unexpected
emptiness
that
seemed
to
have
grown
over
the
past
year
.
