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Langdon
chuckled
.
«
No
more
false
than
that
of
a
mathematical
cryptographer
who
believes
in
the
imaginary
number
‘
i
’
because
it
helps
her
break
codes
.
»
Sophie
frowned
.
«
That
’
s
not
fair
.
»
A
moment
passed
.
»
What
was
your
question
again
?
»
Langdon
asked
.
«
I
can
’
t
remember
.
»
He
smiled
.
«
Works
every
time
.
»
Langdon
’
s
Mickey
Mouse
wristwatch
read
almost
seven
-
thirty
when
he
emerged
from
the
Jaguar
limousine
onto
Inner
Temple
Lane
with
Sophie
and
Teabing
.
The
threesome
wound
through
a
maze
of
buildings
to
a
small
courtyard
outside
the
Temple
Church
.
The
rough
-
hewn
stone
shimmered
in
the
rain
,
and
doves
cooed
in
the
architecture
overhead
.
London
’
s
ancient
Temple
Church
was
constructed
entirely
of
Caen
stone
.
A
dramatic
,
circular
edifice
with
a
daunting
facade
,
a
central
turret
,
and
a
protruding
nave
off
one
side
,
the
church
looked
more
like
a
military
stronghold
than
a
place
of
worship
.
Consecrated
on
the
tenth
of
February
in
1185
by
Heraclius
,
Patriarch
of
Jerusalem
,
the
Temple
Church
survived
eight
centuries
of
political
turmoil
,
the
Great
Fire
of
London
,
and
the
First
World
War
,
only
to
be
heavily
damaged
by
Luftwaffe
incendiary
bombs
in
1940
.
After
the
war
,
it
was
restored
to
its
original
,
stark
grandeur
.
The
simplicity
of
the
circle
,
Langdon
thought
,
admiring
the
building
for
the
first
time
.
The
architecture
was
coarse
and
simple
,
more
reminiscent
of
Rome
’
s
rugged
Castel
Sant
’
Angelo
than
the
refined
Pantheon
.
The
boxy
annex
jutting
out
to
the
right
was
an
unfortunate
eyesore
,
although
it
did
little
to
shroud
the
original
pagan
shape
of
the
primary
structure
.
«
It
’
s
early
on
a
Saturday
,
»
Teabing
said
,
hobbling
toward
the
entrance
,
»
so
I
’
m
assuming
we
won
’
t
have
services
to
deal
with
.
»
The
church
’
s
entryway
was
a
recessed
stone
niche
inside
which
stood
a
large
wooden
door
.
To
the
left
of
the
door
,
looking
entirely
out
of
place
,
hung
a
bulletin
board
covered
with
concert
schedules
and
religious
service
announcements
.
Teabing
frowned
as
he
read
the
board
.
«
They
don
’
t
open
to
sightseers
for
another
couple
of
hours
.
»
He
moved
to
the
door
and
tried
it
.
The
door
didn
’
t
budge
.
Putting
his
ear
to
the
wood
,
he
listened
.
After
a
moment
,
he
pulled
back
,
a
scheming
look
on
his
face
as
he
pointed
to
the
bulletin
board
.
«
Robert
,
check
the
service
schedule
,
will
you
?
Who
is
presiding
this
week
?
»
Inside
the
church
,
an
altar
boy
was
almost
finished
vacuuming
the
communion
kneelers
when
he
heard
a
knocking
on
the
sanctuary
door
.
He
ignored
it
.
Father
Harvey
Knowles
had
his
own
keys
and
was
not
due
for
another
couple
of
hours
.
The
knocking
was
probably
a
curious
tourist
or
indigent
.
The
altar
boy
kept
vacuuming
,
but
the
knocking
continued
.
Can
’
t
you
read
?
The
sign
on
the
door
clearly
stated
that
the
church
did
not
open
until
nine
-
thirty
on
Saturday
.
The
altar
boy
remained
with
his
chores
.
