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«
Give
me
the
soap
!
»
Sophie
yelled
,
barely
audible
over
the
alarm
.
Langdon
thrust
the
bar
into
her
hand
.
Palming
the
soap
,
she
peered
out
the
shattered
window
at
the
eighteen
-
wheeler
idling
below
.
The
target
was
plenty
big
–
an
expansive
,
stationary
tarp
–
and
it
was
less
than
ten
feet
from
the
side
of
the
building
.
As
the
traffic
lights
prepared
to
change
,
Sophie
took
a
deep
breath
and
lobbed
the
bar
of
soap
out
into
the
night
.
The
soap
plummeted
downward
toward
the
truck
,
landing
on
the
edge
of
the
tarp
,
and
sliding
downward
into
the
cargo
bay
just
as
the
traffic
light
turned
green
.
«
Congratulations
,
»
Sophie
said
,
dragging
him
toward
the
door
.
«
You
just
escaped
from
the
Louvre
.
»
Fleeing
the
men
’
s
room
,
they
moved
into
the
shadows
just
as
Fache
rushed
past
.
Now
,
with
the
fire
alarm
silenced
,
Langdon
could
hear
the
sounds
of
DCPJ
sirens
tearing
away
from
the
Louvre
.
A
police
exodus
.
Fache
had
hurried
off
as
well
,
leaving
the
Grand
Gallery
deserted
.
«
There
’
s
an
emergency
stairwell
about
fifty
meters
back
into
the
Grand
Gallery
,
»
Sophie
said
.
«
Now
that
the
guards
are
leaving
the
perimeter
,
we
can
get
out
of
here
.
»
Langdon
decided
not
to
say
another
word
all
evening
.
Sophie
Neveu
was
clearly
a
hell
of
a
lot
smarter
than
he
was
.
The
Church
of
Saint
-
Sulpice
,
it
is
said
,
has
the
most
eccentric
history
of
any
building
in
Paris
.
Built
over
the
ruins
of
an
ancient
temple
to
the
Egyptian
goddess
Isis
,
the
church
possesses
an
architectural
footprint
matching
that
of
Notre
Dame
to
within
inches
.
The
sanctuary
has
played
host
to
the
baptisms
of
the
Marquis
de
Sade
and
Baudelaire
,
as
well
as
the
marriage
of
Victor
Hugo
.
The
attached
seminary
has
a
well
-
documented
history
of
unorthodoxy
and
was
once
the
clandestine
meeting
hall
for
numerous
secret
societies
.
Tonight
,
the
cavernous
nave
of
Saint
-
Sulpice
was
as
silent
as
a
tomb
,
the
only
hint
of
life
the
faint
smell
of
incense
from
mass
earlier
that
evening
.
Silas
sensed
an
uneasiness
in
Sister
Sandrine
’
s
demeanor
as
she
led
him
into
the
sanctuary
.
He
was
not
surprised
by
this
.
Silas
was
accustomed
to
people
being
uncomfortable
with
his
appearance
.
«
You
’
re
an
American
,
»
she
said
.
