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Langdon
felt
disappointed
.
He
had
hoped
for
a
lot
more
people
.
A
more
public
place
.
Their
earlier
experience
in
the
deserted
Temple
Church
was
not
one
Langdon
wanted
to
repeat
.
He
had
been
anticipating
a
certain
feeling
of
security
in
the
popular
tourist
destination
,
but
Langdon
’
s
recollections
of
bustling
throngs
in
a
well
-
lit
abbey
had
been
formed
during
the
peak
summer
tourist
season
.
Today
was
a
rainy
April
morning
.
Rather
than
crowds
and
shimmering
stained
glass
,
all
Langdon
saw
was
acres
of
desolate
floor
and
shadowy
,
empty
alcoves
.
«
We
passed
through
metal
detectors
,
»
Sophie
reminded
,
apparently
sensing
Langdon
’
s
apprehension
.
«
If
anyone
is
in
here
,
they
can
’
t
be
armed
.
»
Langdon
nodded
but
still
felt
circumspect
.
He
had
wanted
to
bring
the
London
police
with
them
,
but
Sophie
’
s
fears
of
who
might
be
involved
put
a
damper
on
any
contact
with
the
authorities
.
We
need
to
recover
the
cryptex
,
Sophie
had
insisted
.
It
is
the
key
to
everything
.
She
was
right
,
of
course
.
The
key
to
getting
Leigh
back
alive
.
The
key
to
finding
the
Holy
Grail
.
The
key
to
learning
who
is
behind
this
.
Unfortunately
,
their
only
chance
to
recover
the
keystone
seemed
to
be
here
and
now
…
at
the
tomb
of
Isaac
Newton
.
Whoever
held
the
cryptex
would
have
to
pay
a
visit
to
the
tomb
to
decipher
the
final
clue
,
and
if
they
had
not
already
come
and
gone
,
Sophie
and
Langdon
intended
to
intercept
them
.
Striding
toward
the
left
wall
to
get
out
of
the
open
,
they
moved
into
an
obscure
side
aisle
behind
a
row
of
pilasters
.
Langdon
couldn
’
t
shake
the
image
of
Leigh
Teabing
being
held
captive
,
probably
tied
up
in
the
back
of
his
own
limousine
.
Whoever
had
ordered
the
top
Priory
members
killed
would
not
hesitate
to
eliminate
others
who
stood
in
the
way
.
It
seemed
a
cruel
irony
that
Teabing
–
a
modern
British
knight
–
was
a
hostage
in
the
search
for
his
own
countryman
,
Sir
Isaac
Newton
.
«
Which
way
is
it
?
»
Sophie
asked
,
looking
around
.
The
tomb
.
Langdon
had
no
idea
.
«
We
should
find
a
docent
and
ask
.
»
Langdon
knew
better
than
to
wander
aimlessly
in
here
.
Westminster
Abbey
was
a
tangled
warren
of
mausoleums
,
perimeter
chambers
,
and
walk
-
in
burial
niches
.
