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 ;PTS察─the woman replied calmly察still scanning the floor with her light。
 Police Technique et Scientifique。 Grouard was sweating now。 I thought all the agents were gone He now recognized the purple light as ultraviolet察consistent with a PTS team察and yet he could not understand why DCPJ would be looking for evidence in here。
 ;Votre nom ─Grouard yelled察instinct telling him something was amiss。 ;R└pondez 
 ;C'est mot察─the voice responded in calm French。 ;Sophie Neveu。;
 Somewhere in the distant recesses of Grouard's mind察the name registered。 Sophie Neveu拭That was the name of Sauni┬re's granddaughter察wasn't it拭She used to e in here as a little kid察but that was years ago。 This couldn't possibly be her And even if it were Sophie Neveu察that was hardly a reason to trust her察Grouard had heard the rumors of the painful falling´out between Sauni┬re and his granddaughter。
 ;You know me察─the woman called。 ;And Robert Langdon did not kill my grandfather。 Believe me。;
 Warden Grouard was not about to take that on faith。 I need backup Trying his walkie´talkie again察he got only static。 The entrance was still a good twenty yards behind him察and Grouard began backing up slowly察choosing to leave his gun trained on the man on the floor。 As Grouard inched backward察he could see the woman across the room raising her UV light and scrutinizing a large painting that hung on the far side of the Salle des Etats察directly opposite the Mona Lisa。
 Grouard gasped察realizing which painting it was。
 What in the name of God is she doing
  
 Across the room察Sophie Neveu felt a cold sweat breaking across her forehead。 Langdon was still spread´eagle on the floor。 Hold on察Robert。 Almost there。 Knowing the guard would never actually shoot either of them察Sophie now turned her attention back to the matter at hand察scanning the entire area around one masterpiece in particular´another Da Vinci。 But the UV light revealed nothing out of the ordinary。 Not on the floor察on the walls察or even on the canvas itself。
 There must be something here
 Sophie felt totally certain she had deciphered her grandfather's intentions correctly。
 What else could he possibly intend
 The masterpiece she was examining was a five´foot´tall canvas。 The bizarre scene Da Vinci had painted included an awkwardly posed Virgin Mary sitting with Baby Jesus察John the Baptist察and the Angel Uriel on a perilous outcropping of rocks。 When Sophie was a little girl察no trip to the Mona Lisa had been plete without her grandfather dragging her across the room to see this second painting。
 Grand´p┬re察I'm here But I don't see it
 Behind her察Sophie could hear the guard trying to radio again for help。
 Think
 She pictured the message scrawled on the protective glass of the Mona Lisa。 So dark the con of man。 The painting before her had no protective glass on which to write a message察and Sophie knew her grandfather would never have defaced this masterpiece by writing on the painting itself。 She paused。 At least not on the front。 Her eyes shot upward察climbing the long cables that dangled from the ceiling to support the canvas。
 Could that be it拭Grabbing the left side of the carved wood frame察she pulled it toward her。 The painting was large and the backing flexed as she swung it away from the wall。 Sophie slipped her head and shoulders in behind the painting and raised the black light to inspect the back。
 It took only seconds to realize her instinct had been wrong。 The back of the painting was pale and blank。 There was no purple text here察only the mottled brown backside of aging canvas and´
 Wait。
 Sophie's eyes locked on an incongruous glint of lustrous metal lodged near the bottom edge of the frame's wooden armature。 The object was small察partially wedged in the slit where the canvas met the frame。 A shimmering gold chain dangled off it。
 To Sophie's utter amazement察the chain was affixed to a familiar gold key。 The broad察sculpted head was in the shape of a cross and bore an engraved seal she had not seen since she was nine years old。 A fleur´de´lis with the initials P。S。 In that instant察Sophie felt the ghost of her grandfather whispering in her ear。 When the time es察the key will be yours。 A tightness gripped her throat as she realized that her grandfather察even in death察had kept his promise。 This key opens a box察his voice was saying察where I keep many secrets。
 Sophie now realized that the entire purpose of tonight's word game had been this key。 Her grandfather had it with him when he was killed。 Not wanting it to fall into the hands of the police察he hid it behind this painting。 Then he devised an ingenious treasure hunt to ensure only Sophie would find it。
 ;Au secours ─the guard's voice yelled。
 Sophie snatched the key from behind the painting and slipped it deep in her pocket along with the UV penlight。 Peering out from behind the canvas察she could see the guard was still trying desperately to raise someone on the walkie´talkie。 He was backing toward the entrance察still aiming the gun firmly at Langdon。
 ;Au secours ─he shouted again into his radio。
 Static。
 He can't transmit察Sophie realized察recalling that tourists with cell phones often got frustrated in here when they tried to call home to brag about seeing the Mona Lisa。 The extra surveillance wiring in the walls made it virtually impossible to get a carrier unless you stepped out into the hall。 The guard was backing quickly toward the exit now察and Sophie knew she had to act immediately。
 Gazing up at the large painting behind which she was partially ensconced察Sophie realized that Leonardo da Vinci察for the second time tonight察was there to help。
  
 Another few meters察Grouard told himself察keeping his gun leveled。
 ;Arr┷tez Ou je la d└truis ─the woman's voice echoed across the room。
 Grouard glanced over and stopped in his tracks。 ;Mon dieu察non 
 Through the reddish haze察he could see that the woman had actually lifted the large painting off its cables and propped it on the floor in front of her。 At five feet tall察the canvas almost entirely hid her body。 Grouard's first thought was to wonder why the painting's trip wires hadn't set off alarms察but of course the artwork cable sensors had yet to be reset tonight。 What is she doing
 When he saw it察his blood went cold。
 The canvas started to bulge in the middle察the fragile outlines of the Virgin Mary察Baby Jesus察and John the Baptist beginning to distort。
 ;Non ─Grouard screamed察frozen in horror as he watched the priceless Da Vinci stretching。 The woman was pushing her knee into the center of the canvas from behind  NON 
 Grouard wheeled and aimed his gun at her but instantly realized it was an empty threat。 The canvas was only fabric察but it was utterly impenetrable´a six´million´dollar piece of body armor。
 I can't put a bullet through a Da Vinci
 ;Set down your gun and radio察─the woman said in calm French察 or I'll put my knee through this painting。 I think you know how my grandfather would feel about that。;
 Grouard felt dizzy。 ;Please。。。 no。 That's Madonna of the Rocks ─He dropped his gun and radio察raising his hands over his head。
 ;Thank you察─the woman said。 ;Now do exactly as I tell you察and everything will work out fine。;
  
 Moments later察Langdon's pulse was still thundering as he ran beside Sophie down the emergency stairwell toward the ground level。 Neither of them had said a word since leaving the trembling Louvre guard lying in the Salle des Etats。 The guard's pistol was now clutched tightly in Langdon's hands察and he couldn't wait to get rid of it。 The weapon felt heavy and dangerously foreign。
 Taking the stairs two at a time察Langdon wondered if Sophie had any idea how valuable a painting she had almost ruined。 Her choice in art seemed eerily pertinent to tonight's adventure。 The Da Vinci she had grabbed察much like the Mona Lisa察was notorious among art historians for its plethora of hidden pagan symbolism。
 ;You chose a valuable hostage察─he said as they ran。
 ;Madonna of the Rocks察─she replied。 ;But I didn't choose it察my grandfather did。 He left me a little something behind the painting。;
 Langdon shot her a startled look。 ;What。拭But how did you know which painting拭Why Madonna of the Rocks拭
 ;So dark the con of man。; She flashed a triumphant smile。 ;I missed the first two anagrams察Robert。 I wasn't about to miss the third。;
  
 CHAPTER 31
 
 ;They're dead ─Sister Sandrine stammered into the telephone in her Saint´Sulpice residence。 She was leaving a message on an answering machine。 ;Please pick up They're all dead 
 The first three phone numbers on the list had produced terrifying results´a hysterical widow察a detective working late at a murder scene察and a somber priest consoling a bereaved family。 All three contacts were dead。 And now察as she called the fourth and final number´the number she was not supposed to call unless the first three could not be reached´she got an answering machine。 The outgoing message offered no name but simply asked the caller to leave a message。
 ;The floor panel has been broken ─she pleaded as she left the message。 ;The other three are dead 
 Sister Sandrine did not know th

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