danbrown.thedavincicode-第21节

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　Leonardo　da　Vinci！
　The　Mona　Lisa！
　Why　his　final　words　to　her　referenced　the　famous　painting；　Sophie　had　no　idea；　but　she　could　think　of　only　one　possibility。　A　disturbing　one。
　Those　were　not　his　final　words。。。。
　Was　she　supposed　to　visit　the　Mona　Lisa？　Had　her　grandfather　left　her　a　message　there？　The　idea　seemed　perfectly　plausible。　After　all；　the　famous　painting　hung　in　the　Salle　des　Etats…a　private　viewing　chamber　accessible　only　from　the　Grand　Gallery。　In　fact；　Sophie　now　realized；　the　doors　that　opened　into　the　chamber　were　situated　only　twenty　meters　from　where　her　grandfather　had　been　found　dead。
　He　easily　could　have　visited　the　Mona　Lisa　before　he　died。
　Sophie　gazed　back　up　the　emergency　stairwell　and　felt　torn。　She　knew　she　should　usher　Langdon　from　the　museum　immediately；　and　yet　instinct　urged　her　to　the　contrary。　As　Sophie　recalled　her　first　childhood　visit　to　the　Denon　Wing；　she　realized　that　if　her　grandfather　had　a　secret　to　tell　her；　few　places　on　earth　made　a　more　apt　rendezvous　than　Da　Vinci's　Mona　Lisa。
　　
　〃She's　just　a　little　bit　farther；〃　her　grandfather　had　whispered；　clutching　Sophie's　tiny　hand　as　he　led　her　through　the　deserted　museum　after　hours。
　Sophie　was　six　years　old。　She　felt　small　and　insignificant　as　she　gazed　up　at　the　enormous　ceilings　and　down　at　the　dizzying　floor。　The　empty　museum　frightened　her；　although　she　was　not　about　to　let　her　grandfather　know　that。　She　set　her　jaw　firmly　and　let　go　of　his　hand。
　〃Up　ahead　is　the　Salle　des　Etats；〃　her　grandfather　said　as　they　approached　the　Louvre's　most　famous　room。　Despite　her　grandfather's　obvious　excitement；　Sophie　wanted　to　go　home。　She　had　seen　pictures　of　the　Mona　Lisa　in　books　and　didn't　like　it　at　all。　She　couldn't　understand　why　everyone　made　such　a　fuss。
　〃C'est　ennuyeux；〃　Sophie　grumbled。
　〃Boring；〃　he　corrected。　〃French　at　school。　English　at　home。〃
　〃Le　Louvre；　c'est　pas　chez　moi！〃　she　challenged。
　He　gave　her　a　tired　laugh。　〃Right　you　are。　Then　let's　speak　English　just　for　fun。〃
　Sophie　pouted　and　kept　walking。　As　they　entered　the　Salle　des　Etats；　her　eyes　scanned　the　narrow　room　and　settled　on　the　obvious　spot　of　honor…the　center　of　the　right…hand　wall；　where　a　lone　portrait　hung　behind　a　protective　Plexiglas　wall。　Her　grandfather　paused　in　the　doorway　and　motioned　toward　the　painting。
　〃Go　ahead；　Sophie。　Not　many　people　get　a　chance　to　visit　her　alone。〃
　Swallowing　her　apprehension；　Sophie　moved　slowly　across　the　room。　After　everything　she'd　heard　about　the　Mona　Lisa；　she　felt　as　if　she　were　approaching　royalty。　Arriving　in　front　of　the　protective　Plexiglas；　Sophie　held　her　breath　and　looked　up；　taking　it　in　all　at　once。
　Sophie　was　not　sure　what　she　had　expected　to　feel；　but　it　most　certainly　was　not　this。　No　jolt　of　amazement。　No　instant　of　wonder。　The　famous　face　looked　as　it　did　in　books。　She　stood　in　silence　for　what　felt　like　forever；　waiting　for　something　to　happen。
　〃So　what　do　you　think？〃　her　grandfather　whispered；　arriving　behind　her。　〃Beautiful；　yes？〃
　〃She's　too　little。〃
　Saunière　smiled。　〃You're　little　and　you're　beautiful。〃
　I　am　not　beautiful；　she　thought。　Sophie　hated　her　red　hair　and　freckles；　and　she　was　bigger　than　all　the　boys　in　her　class。　She　looked　back　at　the　Mona　Lisa　and　shook　her　head。　〃She's　even　worse　than　in　the　books。　Her　face　is。。。　brumeux。〃
　〃Foggy；〃　her　grandfather　tutored。
　〃Foggy；〃　Sophie　repeated；　knowing　the　conversation　would　not　continue　until　she　repeated　her　new　vocabulary　word。
　〃That's　called　the　sfumato　style　of　painting；〃　he　told　her；　〃and　it's　very　hard　to　do。　Leonardo　da　Vinci　was　better　at　it　than　anyone。〃
　Sophie　still　didn't　like　the　painting。　〃She　looks　like　she　knows　something。。。　like　when　kids　at　school　have　a　secret。〃
　Her　grandfather　laughed。　〃That's　part　of　why　she　is　so　famous。　People　like　to　guess　why　she　is　smiling。〃
　〃Do　you　know　why　she's　smiling？〃
　〃Maybe。〃　Her　grandfather　winked。　〃Someday　I'll　tell　you　all　about　it。〃
　Sophie　stamped　her　foot。　〃I　told　you　I　don't　like　secrets！〃
　〃Princess；〃　he　smiled。　〃Life　is　filled　with　secrets。　You　can't　learn　them　all　at　once。〃
　　
　〃I'm　going　back　up；〃　Sophie　declared；　her　voice　hollow　in　the　stairwell。
　〃To　the　Mona　Lisa？〃　Langdon　recoiled。　〃Now？〃
　Sophie　considered　the　risk。　〃I'm　not　a　murder　suspect。　I'll　take　my　chances。　I　need　to　understand　what　my　grandfather　was　trying　to　tell　me。〃
　〃What　about　the　embassy？〃
　Sophie　felt　guilty　turning　Langdon　into　a　fugitive　only　to　abandon　him；　but　she　saw　no　other　option。　She　pointed　down　the　stairs　to　a　metal　door。　〃Go　through　that　door；　and　follow　the　illuminated　exit　signs。　My　grandfather　used　to　bring　me　down　here。　The　signs　will　lead　you　to　a　security　turnstile。　It's　monodirectional　and　opens　out。〃　She　handed　Langdon　her　car　keys。　〃Mine　is　the　red　SmartCar　in　the　employee　lot。　Directly　outside　this　bulkhead。　Do　you　know　how　to　get　to　the　embassy？〃
　Langdon　nodded；　eyeing　the　keys　in　his　hand。
　〃Listen；〃　Sophie　said；　her　voice　softening。　〃I　think　my　grandfather　may　have　left　me　a　message　at　the　Mona　Lisa…some　kind　of　clue　as　to　who　killed　him。　Or　why　I'm　in　danger。〃　Or　what　happened　to　my　family。　〃I　have　to　go　see。〃
　〃But　if　he　wanted　to　tell　you　why　you　were　in　danger；　why　wouldn't　he　simply　write　it　on　the　floor　where　he　died？　Why　this　plicated　word　game？〃
　〃Whatever　my　grandfather　was　trying　to　tell　me；　I　don't　think　he　wanted　anyone　else　to　hear　it。　Not　even　the　police。〃　Clearly；　her　grandfather　had　done　everything　in　his　power　to　send　a　confidential　transmission　directly　to　her。　He　had　written　it　in　code；　included　her　secret　initials；　and　told　her　to　find　Robert　Langdon…a　wise　mand；　considering　the　American　symbologist　had　deciphered　his　code。　〃As　strange　as　it　may　sound；〃　Sophie　said；　〃I　think　he　wants　me　to　get　to　the　Mona　Lisa　before　anyone　else　does。〃
　〃I'll　e。〃
　〃No！　We　don't　know　how　long　the　Grand　Gallery　will　stay　empty。　You　have　to　go。〃
　Langdon　seemed　hesitant；　as　if　his　own　academic　curiosity　were　threatening　to　override　sound　judgment　and　drag　him　back　into　Fache's　hands。
　〃Go。　Now。〃　Sophie　gave　him　a　grateful　smile。　〃I'll　see　you　at　the　embassy；　Mr。　Langdon。〃
　Langdon　looked　displeased。　〃I'll　meet　you　there　on　one　condition；〃　he　replied；　his　voice　stern。
　She　paused；　startled。　〃What's　that？〃
　〃That　you　stop　calling　me　Mr。　Langdon。〃
　Sophie　detected　the　faint　hint　of　a　lopsided　grin　growing　across　Langdon's　face；　and　she　felt　herself　smile　back。　〃Good　luck；　Robert。〃
　　
　When　Langdon　reached　the　landing　at　the　bottom　of　the　stairs；　the　unmistakable　smell　of　linseed　oil　and　plaster　dust　assaulted　his　nostrils。　Ahead；　an　illuminated　SORTIE/EXIT　displayed　an　arrow　pointing　down　a　long　corridor。
　Langdon　stepped　into　the　hallway。
　To　the　right　gaped　a　murky　restoration　studio　out　of　which　peered　an　army　of　statues　in　various　states　of　repair。　To　the　left；　Langdon　saw　a　suite　of　studios　that　resembled　Harvard　art　classrooms…rows　of　easels；　paintings；　palettes；　framing　tools…an　art　assembly　line。
　As　he　moved　down　the　hallway；　Langdon　wondered　if　at　any　moment　he　might　awake　with　a　start　in　his　bed　in　Cambridge。　The　entire　evening　had　felt　like　a　bizarre　dream。　I'm　about　to　dash　out　of　the　Louvre。。。　a　fugitive。
　Saunière's　clever　anagrammatic　message　was　still　on　his　mind；　and　Langdon　wondered　what　Sophie　would　find　at　the　Mona　Lisa。。。　if　anything。　She　had　seemed　certain　her　grandfather　meant　for　her　to　visit　the　famous　painting　one　more　time。　As　plausible　an　interpretation　as　this　seemed；　Langdon　felt　haunted　now　by　a　troubling　paradox。
　P。S。　Find　Robert　Langdon。
　Saunière　had　written　Langdon's　name　on　the　floor；　manding　Sophie　to　find　him。　But　why？　Merely　so　Langdon　could　help　her　break　an　anagram？
　It　seemed　quite　unlikely。
　After　all；　Saunière　had　no　reason　to　think　Langdon　was　especially　skilled　at　anagrams。　We've　never　even　met。　More　important；　Sophie　had　stated　flat　out　that　she　should　have　broken　the　anagram　on　her　own。　It　had　been　Sophie　who　spotted　the　Fibonacci　sequence；　and；　no　doubt；　Sophie　who；　if　given　a　little　more　time；　would　have　deciphered　the　message　with　no　help　from　Langdon。
　Sophie　was　supposed　to　break　that　anagram　on　her　own。　Langdon　was　suddenly　feeling　more　certain　about　this；　and　yet　the　conclusion　left　an　obvious　gaping　lapse　in　the　logic　of　Saunière's　actions。
　Why　me？　Langdon　wondered；　heading　down　the　hall。　Why　was　Saunière's　dying　wish　that　his　estranged　granddaughter　find　me？　What　is　it　that　Saunière　thinks　I　know？
　With　an　unexpected　jolt；　Langdon　stopped　short。　Eyes　wide；　he　dug　in　his　pocket　and　yanked　out　the　puter　printout。　He　stared　at　the　last　line　of　Saunière's　message。
　P。S。　Find　Robert　Langdon。
　He　fixated　on　two　letters。
　P。S。
　In　that　instant；　Langdon　felt　Saunière's　puzzling　mix　of　symbolism　fall　into　stark　focus。　Like　a　peal　of　thunder；　a　career's　worth　of　symbology　and　history　came　crashing　down　around　him。　Everything　Jacques　Saunière　had　done　tonight　suddenly　made　perfect　sense。
　Langdon's　thoughts　raced　as　he　tried　to　assemble　the　implications　of　what　this　all　meant。　Wheeling；　he　stared　back　in　the　direction　from　which　he　had　e。
　Is　there　time？
　He　knew　it　didn't　matter。
　Without　hes