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Robert
Langdon
felt
light
-
headed
as
he
trudged
toward
the
end
of
the
Grand
Gallery
.
Sophie
’
s
phone
message
played
over
and
over
in
his
mind
.
At
the
end
of
the
corridor
,
illuminated
signs
bearing
the
international
stick
-
figure
symbols
for
rest
rooms
guided
him
through
a
maze
-
like
series
of
dividers
displaying
Italian
drawings
and
hiding
the
rest
rooms
from
sight
.
Finding
the
men
’
s
room
door
,
Langdon
entered
and
turned
on
the
lights
.
The
room
was
empty
.
Walking
to
the
sink
,
he
splashed
cold
water
on
his
face
and
tried
to
wake
up
.
Harsh
fluorescent
lights
glared
off
the
stark
tile
,
and
the
room
smelled
of
ammonia
.
As
he
toweled
off
,
the
rest
room
’
s
door
creaked
open
behind
him
.
He
spun
.
Sophie
Neveu
entered
,
her
green
eyes
flashing
fear
.
«
Thank
God
you
came
.
We
don
’
t
have
much
time
.
»
Langdon
stood
beside
the
sinks
,
staring
in
bewilderment
at
DCPJ
cryptographer
Sophie
Neveu
.
Only
minutes
ago
,
Langdon
had
listened
to
her
phone
message
,
thinking
the
newly
arrived
cryptographer
must
be
insane
.
And
yet
,
the
more
he
listened
,
the
more
he
sensed
Sophie
Neveu
was
speaking
in
earnest
.
Do
not
react
to
this
message
.
Just
listen
calmly
.
You
are
in
danger
rightnow
.
Follow
my
directions
very
closely
.
Filled
with
uncertainty
,
Langdon
had
decided
to
do
exactly
as
Sophie
advised
.
He
told
Fache
that
the
phone
message
was
regarding
an
injured
friend
back
home
.
Then
he
had
asked
to
use
the
rest
room
at
the
end
of
the
Grand
Gallery
.
Sophie
stood
before
him
now
,
still
catching
her
breath
after
doubling
back
to
the
rest
room
.
In
the
fluorescent
lights
,
Langdon
was
surprised
to
see
that
her
strong
air
actually
radiated
from
unexpectedly
soft
features
.
Only
her
gaze
was
sharp
,
and
the
juxtaposition
conjured
images
of
a
multilayered
Renoir
portrait
…
veiled
but
distinct
,
with
a
boldness
that
somehow
retained
its
shroud
of
mystery
.
«
I
wanted
to
warn
you
,
Mr
.
Langdon
…
»
Sophie
began
,
still
catching
her
breath
,
»
that
you
are
sous
surveillance
cachée
.
Under
a
guarded
observation
.
»
As
she
spoke
,
her
accented
English
resonated
off
the
tile
walls
,
giving
her
voice
a
hollow
quality
.
«
But
…
why
?
»
Langdon
demanded
.
Sophie
had
already
given
him
an
explanation
on
the
phone
,
but
he
wanted
to
hear
it
from
her
lips
.
«
Because
,
»
she
said
,
stepping
toward
him
,
»
Fache
’
s
primary
suspect
in
this
murder
is
you
.
»
Langdon
was
braced
for
the
words
,
and
yet
they
still
sounded
utterly
ridiculous
.
According
to
Sophie
,
Langdon
had
been
called
to
the
Louvre
tonight
not
as
a
symbologist
but
rather
as
a
suspect
and
was
currently
the
unwitting
target
of
one
of
DCPJ
’
s
favorite
interrogation
methods
–
surveillance
cachée
–
a
deft
deception
in
which
the
police
calmly
invited
a
suspect
to
a
crime
scene
and
interviewed
him
in
hopes
he
would
get
nervous
and
mistakenly
incriminate
himself
.
