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Langdon
felt
himself
losing
touch
fast
.
Whether
or
not
Sophie
Neveu
had
lost
her
mind
was
at
this
point
up
for
grabs
,
but
at
least
Langdon
now
understood
why
she
was
trying
to
help
him
.
P
.
S
.
Find
Robert
Langdon
.
She
apparently
believed
the
curator
had
left
her
a
cryptic
postscript
telling
her
to
find
Langdon
.
«
But
why
do
you
think
his
message
was
for
you
?
»
«
The
Vitruvian
Man
,
»
she
said
flatly
.
«
That
particular
sketch
has
always
been
my
favorite
Da
Vinci
work
.
Tonight
he
used
it
to
catch
my
attention
.
»
«
Hold
on
.
You
’
re
saying
the
curator
knew
your
favorite
piece
of
art
?
»
She
nodded
.
«
I
’
m
sorry
.
This
is
all
coming
out
of
order
.
Jacques
Saunière
and
I
…
»
Sophie
’
s
voice
caught
,
and
Langdon
heard
a
sudden
melancholy
there
,
a
painful
past
,
simmering
just
below
the
surface
.
Sophie
and
Jacques
Saunière
apparently
had
some
kind
of
special
relationship
.
Langdon
studied
the
beautiful
young
woman
before
him
,
well
aware
that
aging
men
in
France
often
took
young
mistresses
.
Even
so
,
Sophie
Neveu
as
a
»
kept
woman
»
somehow
didn
’
t
seem
to
fit
.
«
We
had
a
falling
-
out
ten
years
ago
,
»
Sophie
said
,
her
voice
a
whisper
now
.
«
We
’
ve
barely
spoken
since
.
Tonight
,
when
Crypto
got
the
call
that
he
had
been
murdered
,
and
I
saw
the
images
of
his
body
and
text
on
the
floor
,
I
realized
he
was
trying
to
send
me
a
message
.
»
«
Because
of
The
Vitruvian
Man
?
»
«
Yes
.
And
the
letters
P
.
S
.
»
«
Post
Script
?
»
She
shook
her
head
.
«
P
.
S
.
are
my
initials
»
«
But
your
name
is
Sophie
Neveu
.
»
She
looked
away
.
«
P
.
S
.
is
the
nickname
he
called
me
when
I
lived
with
him
.
»
She
blushed
.
«
It
stood
for
Princesse
Sophie
»
Langdon
had
no
response
.
«
Silly
,
I
know
,
»
she
said
.
«
But
it
was
years
ago
.
When
I
was
a
little
girl
.
»
«
You
knew
him
when
you
were
a
little
girl
?
»
«
Quite
well
,
»
she
said
,
her
eyes
welling
now
with
emotion
.
«
Jacques
Saunière
was
my
grandfather
.
»
