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At
the
age
of
twelve
,
Sophie
could
finish
the
Le
Monde
crossword
without
any
help
,
and
her
grandfather
graduated
her
to
crosswords
in
English
,
mathematical
puzzles
,
and
substitution
ciphers
.
Sophie
devoured
them
all
.
Eventually
she
turned
her
passion
into
a
profession
by
becoming
a
code
breaker
for
the
Judicial
Police
.
Tonight
,
the
cryptographer
in
Sophie
was
forced
to
respect
the
efficiency
with
which
her
grandfather
had
used
a
simple
code
to
unite
two
total
strangers
–
Sophie
Neveu
and
Robert
Langdon
.
The
question
was
why
?
Unfortunately
,
from
the
bewildered
look
in
Langdon
’
s
eyes
,
Sophie
sensed
the
American
had
no
more
idea
than
she
did
why
her
grandfather
had
thrown
them
together
.
She
pressed
again
.
«
You
and
my
grandfather
had
planned
to
meet
tonight
.
What
about
?
»
Langdon
looked
truly
perplexed
.
«
His
secretary
set
the
meeting
and
didn
’
t
offer
any
specific
reason
,
and
I
didn
’
t
ask
.
I
assumed
he
’
d
heard
I
would
be
lecturing
on
the
pagan
iconography
of
French
cathedrals
,
was
interested
in
the
topic
,
and
thought
it
would
be
fun
to
meet
for
drinks
after
the
talk
.
»
Sophie
didn
’
t
buy
it
.
The
connection
was
flimsy
.
Her
grandfather
knew
more
about
pagan
iconography
than
anyone
else
on
earth
.
Moreover
,
he
an
exceptionally
private
man
,
not
someone
prone
to
chatting
with
random
American
professors
unless
there
were
an
important
reason
.
Sophie
took
a
deep
breath
and
probed
further
.
«
My
grandfather
called
me
this
afternoon
and
told
me
he
and
I
were
in
grave
danger
.
Does
that
mean
anything
to
you
?
»
Langdon
’
s
blue
eyes
now
clouded
with
concern
.
«
No
,
but
considering
what
just
happened
…
»
Sophie
nodded
.
Considering
tonight
’
s
events
,
she
would
be
a
fool
not
to
be
frightened
.
Feeling
drained
,
she
walked
to
the
small
plate
-
glass
window
at
the
far
end
of
the
bathroom
and
gazed
out
in
silence
through
the
mesh
of
alarm
tape
embedded
in
the
glass
.
They
were
high
up
–
forty
feet
at
least
.
Sighing
,
she
raised
her
eyes
and
gazed
out
at
Paris
’
s
dazzling
landscape
.
On
her
left
,
across
the
Seine
,
the
illuminated
Eiffel
Tower
.
Straight
ahead
,
the
Arc
de
Triomphe
.
And
to
the
right
,
high
atop
the
sloping
rise
of
Montmartre
,
the
graceful
arabesque
dome
of
Sacré
-
Coeur
,
its
polished
stone
glowing
white
like
a
resplendent
sanctuary
.
