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Sophie
stood
up
,
looking
stunned
.
Jacques
Saunière
,
the
master
of
double
-
entendres
,
had
proven
once
again
that
he
was
a
frighteningly
clever
man
.
Silas
awoke
with
a
start
.
He
had
no
idea
what
had
awoken
him
or
how
long
he
had
been
asleep
.
Was
I
dreaming
?
Sitting
up
now
on
his
straw
mat
,
he
listened
to
the
quiet
breathing
of
the
Opus
Dei
residence
hall
,
the
stillness
textured
only
by
the
soft
murmurs
of
someone
praying
aloud
in
a
room
below
him
.
These
were
familiar
sounds
and
should
have
comforted
him
.
And
yet
he
felt
a
sudden
and
unexpected
wariness
.
Standing
,
wearing
only
his
undergarments
,
Silas
walked
to
the
window
.
Was
I
followed
?
The
courtyard
below
was
deserted
,
exactly
as
he
had
seen
it
when
he
entered
.
He
listened
.
Silence
.
Sowhy
am
I
uneasy
?
Long
ago
Silas
had
learned
to
trust
his
intuition
.
Intuition
had
kept
him
alive
as
a
child
on
the
streets
of
Marseilles
long
before
prison
…
long
before
he
was
born
again
by
the
hand
of
Bishop
Aringarosa
.
Peering
out
the
window
,
he
now
saw
the
faint
outline
of
a
car
through
the
hedge
.
On
the
car
’
s
roof
was
a
police
siren
.
A
floorboard
creaked
in
the
hallway
.
A
door
latch
moved
.
Silas
reacted
on
instinct
,
surging
across
the
room
and
sliding
to
a
stop
just
behind
the
door
as
it
crashed
open
.
The
first
police
officer
stormed
through
,
swinging
his
gun
left
then
right
at
what
appeared
an
empty
room
.
Before
he
realized
where
Silas
was
,
Silas
had
thrown
his
shoulder
into
the
door
,
crushing
a
second
officer
as
he
came
through
.
As
the
first
officer
wheeled
to
shoot
,
Silas
dove
for
his
legs
.
The
gun
went
off
,
the
bullet
sailing
above
Silas
’
s
head
,
just
as
he
connected
with
the
officer
’
s
shins
,
driving
his
legs
out
from
under
him
,
and
sending
the
man
down
,
his
head
hitting
the
floor
.
The
second
officer
staggered
to
his
feet
in
the
doorway
,
and
Silas
drove
a
knee
into
his
groin
,
then
went
clambering
over
the
writhing
body
into
the
hall
.
Almost
naked
,
Silas
hurled
his
pale
body
down
the
staircase
.
He
knew
he
had
been
betrayed
,
but
by
whom
?
When
he
reached
the
foyer
,
more
officers
were
surging
through
the
front
door
.
Silas
turned
the
other
way
and
dashed
deeper
into
the
residence
hall
.
The
women
’
s
entrance
.
Every
Opus
Dei
building
has
one
.
Winding
down
narrow
hallways
,
Silas
snaked
through
a
kitchen
,
past
terrified
workers
,
who
left
to
avoid
the
naked
albino
as
he
knocked
over
bowls
and
silverware
,
bursting
into
a
dark
hallway
near
the
boiler
room
.
He
now
saw
the
door
he
sought
,
an
exit
light
gleaming
at
the
end
.
Running
full
speed
through
the
door
out
into
the
rain
,
Silas
leapt
off
the
low
landing
,
not
seeing
the
officer
coming
the
other
way
until
it
was
too
late
.
The
two
men
collided
,
Silas
’
s
broad
,
naked
shoulder
grinding
into
the
man
’
s
sternum
with
crushing
force
.
He
drove
the
officer
backward
onto
the
pavement
,
landing
hard
on
top
of
him
.
The
officer
’
s
gun
clattered
away
.
Silas
could
hear
men
running
down
the
hall
shouting
.
Rolling
,
he
grabbed
the
loose
gun
just
as
the
officers
emerged
.
A
shot
rang
out
on
the
stairs
,
and
Silas
felt
a
searing
pain
below
his
ribs
.
Filled
with
rage
,
he
opened
fire
at
all
three
officers
,
their
blood
spraying
.
A
dark
shadow
loomed
behind
,
coming
out
of
nowhere
.
The
angry
hands
that
grabbed
at
his
bare
shoulders
felt
as
if
they
were
infused
with
the
power
of
the
devil
himself
.
The
man
roared
in
his
ear
.
SILAS
,
NO
!
Silas
spun
and
fired
.
Their
eyes
met
