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Minutes
later
,
the
Teacher
was
crossing
St
.
James
’
s
Park
.
Only
two
people
now
remain
.
Langdonand
Neveu
.
They
were
more
complicated
.
But
manageable
.
At
the
moment
,
however
,
the
Teacher
had
the
cryptex
to
attend
to
.
Gazing
triumphantly
across
the
park
,
he
could
see
his
destination
.
In
London
lies
a
knight
a
Pope
interred
.
As
soon
as
the
Teacher
had
heard
the
poem
,
he
had
known
the
answer
.
Even
so
,
that
the
others
had
not
figured
it
out
was
not
surprising
.
I
have
an
unfair
advantage
.
Having
listened
to
Saunière
’
s
conversations
for
months
now
,
the
Teacher
had
heard
the
Grand
Master
mention
this
famous
knight
on
occasion
,
expressing
esteem
almost
matching
that
he
held
for
Da
Vinci
.
The
poem
’
s
reference
to
the
knight
was
brutally
simple
once
one
saw
it
–
a
credit
to
Saunière
’
s
wit
–
and
yet
how
this
tomb
would
reveal
the
final
password
was
still
a
mystery
.
You
seek
the
orb
that
ought
be
on
his
tomb
.
The
Teacher
vaguely
recalled
photos
of
the
famous
tomb
and
,
in
particular
,
its
most
distinguishing
feature
.
A
magnificent
orb
.
The
huge
sphere
mounted
atop
the
tomb
was
almost
as
large
as
the
tomb
itself
.
The
presence
of
the
orb
seemed
both
encouraging
and
troubling
to
the
Teacher
.
On
one
hand
,
it
felt
like
a
signpost
,
and
yet
,
according
to
the
poem
,
the
missing
piece
of
the
puzzle
was
an
orb
that
ought
to
be
on
his
tomb
…
not
one
that
was
already
there
.
He
was
counting
on
his
closer
inspection
of
the
tomb
to
unveil
the
answer
.
The
rain
was
getting
heavier
now
,
and
he
tucked
the
cryptex
deep
in
his
right
-
hand
pocket
to
protect
it
from
the
dampness
.
He
kept
the
tiny
Medusa
revolver
in
his
left
,
out
of
sight
.
Within
minutes
,
he
was
stepping
into
the
quiet
sanctuary
of
London
’
s
grandest
nine
-
hundred
-
year
-
old
building
.
Just
as
the
Teacher
was
stepping
out
of
the
rain
,
Bishop
Aringarosa
was
stepping
into
it
.
On
the
rainy
tarmac
at
Biggin
Hill
Executive
Airport
,
Aringarosa
emerged
from
his
cramped
plane
,
bundling
his
cassock
against
the
cold
damp
.
He
had
hoped
to
be
greeted
by
Captain
Fache
.
Instead
a
young
British
police
officer
approached
with
an
umbrella
«
Bishop
Aringarosa
?
Captain
Fache
had
to
leave
.
He
asked
me
to
look
after
you
.
He
suggested
I
take
you
to
Scotland
Yard
.
He
thought
it
would
be
safest
.
»
Safest
?
Aringarosa
looked
down
at
the
heavy
briefcase
of
Vatican
bonds
clutched
in
his
hand
.
He
had
almost
forgotten
.
«
Yes
,
thank
you
.
»
Aringarosa
climbed
into
the
police
car
,
wondering
where
Silas
could
be
.
Minutes
later
,
the
police
scanner
crackled
with
the
answer
.
