达芬奇密码 作者: 美 丹·布朗(英文版)-第11章

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o　pay　me　my　fee。〃
The　bishop　smiled。　〃A　fine　point。　Our　desires　are　in　accord。　Godspeed。〃
Twenty　million　euro；　the　bishop　thought；　now　gazing　out　the　plane's　window。　The　sum　was　approximately　the　same　number　of　U。S。　dollars。　A　pittance　for　something　so　powerful。
He　felt　a　renewed　confidence　that　the　Teacher　and　Silas　would　not　fail。　Money　and　faith　were　powerful　motivators。
　
CHAPTER　11

〃Une　plaisanterie　numérique？〃　Bezu　Fache　was　livid；　glaring　at　Sophie　Neveu　in　disbelief。　A　numeric　joke？　〃Your　professional　assessment　of　Saunière's　code　is　that　it　is　some　kind　of　mathematical　prank？〃
Fache　was　in　utter　inprehension　of　this　woman's　gall。　Not　only　had　she　just　barged　in　on　Fache　without　permission；　but　she　was　now　trying　to　convince　him　that　Saunière；　in　his　final　moments　of　life；　had　been　inspired　to　leave　a　mathematical　gag？
〃This　code；〃　Sophie　explained　in　rapid　French；　〃is　simplistic　to　the　point　of　absurdity。　Jacques　Saunière　must　have　known　we　would　see　through　it　immediately。〃　She　pulled　a　scrap　of　paper　from　her　sweater　pocket　and　handed　it　to　Fache。　〃Here　is　the　decryption。〃
Fache　looked　at　the　card。
1…1…2…3…5…8…13…21
　
〃This　is　it？〃　he　snapped。　〃All　you　did　was　put　the　numbers　in　increasing　order！〃
Sophie　actually　had　the　nerve　to　give　a　satisfied　smile。　〃Exactly。〃
Fache's　tone　lowered　to　a　guttural　rumble。　〃Agent　Neveu；　I　have　no　idea　where　the　hell　you're　going　with　this；　but　I　suggest　you　get　there　fast。〃　He　shot　an　anxious　glance　at　Langdon；　who　stood　nearby　with　the　phone　pressed　to　his　ear；　apparently　still　listening　to　his　phone　message　from　the　U。S。　Embassy。　From　Langdon's　ashen　expression；　Fache　sensed　the　news　was　bad。
〃Captain；〃　Sophie　said；　her　tone　dangerously　defiant；　〃the　sequence　of　numbers　you　have　in　your　hand　happens　to　be　one　of　the　most　famous　mathematical　progressions　in　history。〃
Fache　was　not　aware　there　even　existed　a　mathematical　progression　that　qualified　as　famous；　and　he　certainly　didn't　appreciate　Sophie's　off…handed　tone。
〃This　is　the　Fibonacci　sequence；〃　she　declared；　nodding　toward　the　piece　of　paper　in　Fache's　hand。　〃A　progression　in　which　each　term　is　equal　to　the　sum　of　the　two　preceding　terms。〃
Fache　studied　the　numbers。　Each　term　was　indeed　the　sum　of　the　two　previous；　and　yet　Fache　could　not　imagine　what　the　relevance　of　all　this　was　to　Saunière's　death。
〃Mathematician　Leonardo　Fibonacci　created　this　succession　of　numbers　in　the　thirteenth…century。　Obviously　there　can　be　no　coincidence　that　all　of　the　numbers　Saunière　wrote　on　the　floor　belong　to　Fibonacci's　famous　sequence。〃
Fache　stared　at　the　young　woman　for　several　moments。　〃Fine；　if　there　is　no　coincidence；　would　you　tell　me　why　Jacques　Saunière　chose　to　do　this。　What　is　he　saying？　What　does　this　mean？〃
She　shrugged。　〃Absolutely　nothing。　That's　the　point。　It's　a　simplistic　cryptographic　joke。　Like　taking　the　words　of　a　famous　poem　and　shuffling　them　at　random　to　see　if　anyone　recognizes　what　all　the　words　have　in　mon。〃
Fache　took　a　menacing　step　forward；　placing　his　face　only　inches　from　Sophie's。　〃I　certainly　hope　you　have　a　much　more　satisfying　explanation　than　that。〃
Sophie's　soft　features　grew　surprisingly　stern　as　she　leaned　in。　〃Captain；　considering　what　you　have　at　stake　here　tonight；　I　thought　you　might　appreciate　knowing　that　Jacques　Saunière　might　be　playing　games　with　you。　Apparently　not。　I'll　inform　the　director　of　Cryptography　you　no　longer　need　our　services。〃
With　that；　she　turned　on　her　heel；　and　marched　off　the　way　she　had　e。
Stunned；　Fache　watched　her　disappear　into　the　darkness。　Is　she　out　of　her　mind？　Sophie　Neveu　had　just　redefined　le　suicide　professionnel。
Fache　turned　to　Langdon；　who　was　still　on　the　phone；　looking　more　concerned　than　before；　listening　intently　to　his　phone　message。　The　U。S。　Embassy。　Bezu　Fache　despised　many　things。。。　but　few　drew　more　wrath　than　the　U。S。　Embassy。
Fache　and　the　ambassador　locked　horns　regularly　over　shared　affairs　of　state—their　most　mon　battleground　being　law　enforcement　for　visiting　Americans。　Almost　daily；　DCPJ　arrested　American　exchange　students　in　possession　of　drugs；　U。S。　businessmen　for　soliciting　underage　Prostitutes；　American　tourists　for　shoplifting　or　destruction　of　property。　Legally；　the　U。S。　Embassy　could　intervene　and　extradite　guilty　citizens　back　to　the　United　States；　where　they　received　nothing　more　than　a　slap　on　the　wrist。
And　the　embassy　invariably　did　just　that。
L'émasculation　de　la　Police　Judiciaire；　Fache　called　it。　Paris　Match　had　run　a　cartoon　recently　depicting　Fache　as　a　police　dog；　trying　to　bite　an　American　criminal；　but　unable　to　reach　because　it　was　chained　to　the　U。S。　Embassy。
Not　tonight；　Fache　told　himself。　There　is　far　too　much　at　stake。
By　the　time　Robert　Langdon　hung　up　the　phone；　he　looked　ill。
〃Is　everything　all　right？〃　Fache　asked。
Weakly；　Langdon　shook　his　head。
Bad　news　from　home；　Fache　sensed；　noticing　Langdon　was　sweating　slightly　as　Fache　took　back　his　cell　phone。
〃An　accident；〃　Langdon　stammered；　looking　at　Fache　with　a　strange　expression。　〃A　friend。。。〃　He　hesitated。　〃I'll　need　to　fly　home　first　thing　in　the　morning。〃
Fache　had　no　doubt　the　shock　on　Langdon's　face　was　genuine；　and　yet　he　sensed　another　emotion　there　too；　as　if　a　distant　fear　were　suddenly　simmering　in　the　American's　eyes。　〃I'm　sorry　to　hear　that；〃　Fache　said；　watching　Langdon　closely。　〃Would　you　like　to　sit　down？〃　He　motioned　toward　one　of　the　viewing　benches　in　the　gallery。
Langdon　nodded　absently　and　took　a　few　steps　toward　the　bench。　He　paused；　looking　more　confused　with　every　moment。　〃Actually；　I　think　I'd　like　to　use　the　rest　room。〃
Fache　frowned　inwardly　at　the　delay。　〃The　rest　room。　Of　course。　Let's　take　a　break　for　a　few　minutes。〃　He　motioned　back　down　the　long　hallway　in　the　direction　they　had　e　from。　〃The　rest　rooms　are　back　toward　the　curator's　office。〃
Langdon　hesitated；　pointing　in　the　other　direction　toward　the　far　end　of　the　Grand　Gallery　corridor。　〃I　believe　there's　a　much　closer　rest　room　at　the　end。〃
Fache　realized　Langdon　was　right。　They　were　two　thirds　of　the　way　down；　and　the　Grand　Gallery　dead…ended　at　a　pair　of　rest　rooms。　〃Shall　I　acpany　you？〃
Langdon　shook　his　head；　already　moving　deeper　into　the　gallery。　〃Not　necessary。　I　think　I'd　like　a　few　minutes　alone。〃
Fache　was　not　wild　about　the　idea　of　Langdon　wandering　alone　down　the　remaining　length　of　corridor；　but　he　took　fort　in　knowing　the　Grand　Gallery　was　a　dead　end　whose　only　exit　was　at　the　other　end—the　gate　under　which　they　had　entered。　Although　French　fire　regulations　required　several　emergency　stairwells　for　a　space　this　large；　those　stairwells　had　been　sealed　automatically　when　Saunière　tripped　the　security　system。　Granted；　that　system　had　now　been　reset；　unlocking　the　stairwells；　but　it　didn't　matter—the　external　doors；　if　opened；　would　set　off　fire　alarms　and　were　guarded　outside　by　DCPJ　agents。　Langdon　could　not　possibly　leave　without　Fache　knowing　about　it。
〃I　need　to　return　to　Mr。　Saunière's　office　for　a　moment；〃　Fache　said。　〃Please　e　find　me　directly；　Mr。　Langdon。　There　is　more　we　need　to　discuss。〃
Langdon　gave　a　quiet　wave　as　he　disappeared　into　the　darkness。
Turning；　Fache　marched　angrily　in　the　opposite　direction。　Arriving　at　the　gate；　he　slid　under；　exited　the　Grand　Gallery；　marched　down　the　hall；　and　stormed　into　the　mand　center　at　Saunière's　office。
〃Who　gave　the　approval　to　let　Sophie　Neveu　into　this　building！〃　Fache　bellowed。
Collet　was　the　first　to　answer。　〃She　told　the　guards　outside　she'd　broken　the　code。〃
Fache　looked　around。　〃Is　she　gone？〃
〃She's　not　with　you？〃
〃She　left。〃　Fache　glanced　out　at　the　darkened　hallway。　Apparently　Sophie　had　been　in　no　mood　to　stop　by　and　chat　with　the　other　officers　on　her　way　out。
For　a　moment；　Fache　considered　radioing　the　guards　in　the　entresol　and　telling　them　to　stop　Sophie　and　drag　her　back　up　here　before　she　could　leave　the　premises。　He　thought　better　of　it。　That　was　only　his　pride　talking。。。　wanting　the　last　word。　He'd　had　enough　distractions　tonight。
Deal　with　Agent　Neveu　later；　he　told　himself；　already　looking　forward　to　firing　her。
Pushing　Sophie　from　his　mind；　Fache　stared　for　a　moment　at　the　miniature　knight　standing　on　Saunière's　desk。　Then　he　turned　back　to　Collet。　〃Do　you　have　him？〃
Collet　gave　a　curt　nod　and　spun　the　laptop　toward　Fache。　The　red　dot　was　clearly　visible　on　the　floor　plan　overlay；　blinking　methodically　in　a　room　marked　TOILETTES　PUBLIQUES。
〃Good；〃　Fache　said；　lighting　a　cigarette　and　stalking　into　the　hall。　I've　got　a　phone　call　to　make。　Be　damned　sure　the　rest　room　is　the　only　place　Langdon　goes。〃
　
CHAPTER　12

Robert　Langdon　felt　light…headed　as　he　trudged　toward　the　end　of　the　Grand　Gallery。　Sophie's　phone　message　played　over　and　over　in　his　mind。　At　the　end　of　the　corridor；　illuminated　signs　bearing　the　international　stick…figure　symbols　for　rest　rooms　guided　him　through　a　maze…like　series　of　dividers　displaying　Italian　drawings　and　hiding　the　rest　rooms　from　sight。
Finding　the　men's　room　door；　Langdon　entered　and　turned　on　the　lights。
The　room　was　empty。
Walking　to　the　sink；　he　splashed　cold　water　on　his　face　and　tried　to　wake　up。　Harsh　fluorescent　lights　glared　off　the　stark　tile；　and　the　room　smelled　of　ammonia。　As　he　toweled　off；　the　rest　room's　door　creaked　open　behind　him。　He　spun。
Sophie　Neveu　entered；　her　green　eyes　flashing　fear。　〃Thank　God　you　came。　We　don't　have　much　time。〃
Langdon　stood　beside　the　sinks；　staring　in　bewilderment　at　DCPJ　cryptographer　Sophie　Neveu。　Only　minutes　ago；　Langdon　had　listened　to　her　phone　message；　thinking　the　newly　arrived　cryptographer　must　be　insane。　And　yet；　the　more　he　listened；　the　more　he　sensed　Sophie　Neveu　was　speaking　in　earnest。　Do　not　react　to　this　message。　Just　listen　calmly。　You　are　in　danger　right　now。　Follow　my　directions　very　closely。　Filled　with　uncertainty；　Langdon　had　decided　to　do　exactly　as　Sophie　advised。　He　told　Fache　that　the　phone　message　was　regarding　an　injured　friend　back　home。　Then　he　had　asked　to　use　the　rest　room　at　the　end　of　the　Grand　Gallery。
Sophie　stood　before　him　now；　still　catching　her　breath　after　doubling　back　to　the　rest　room。　In　the　fluorescent　lights；　Langdon　was　surprised　to　see　that　her　strong　air　actually　radiated　from　unexpectedly　soft　features。　Only　her　gaze　was　sharp；　and　the　juxtaposition　conjured　images　of　a　multilayered　Renoir　portrait。。。　veiled　but　distinct；　with　a　boldness　that　somehow　retained　its　shroud　of　mystery。
〃I　wanted　to　warn　you；　Mr。　Langdon。。。〃　Sophie　began；　still　catching　her　breath；　〃that　you　are　sous　surveillance　cachée。　Under　a　guarded　observation。〃　As　she　spoke；　her　accented　English　resonated　off　the　tile　walls；　giving　her　voice　a　hollow　quality。
〃But。。。　why？〃　Langdon　demanded。　Sophie　had　already　given　him　an　explanation　on　the　phone；　but　he　wanted　to　hear　it　from　her　lips。
〃Because；〃　she　said；　stepping　toward　him；　〃Fache's　primary　suspect　in　this　murder　is　you。〃
Langdon　was　braced　for　the　words；　and　yet　they　still　sounded　utterly　ridiculous。　According　to　Sophie；　Langdon　had　been　called　to　the　Louvre　tonight　not　as　a　symbologist　but　rather　as　a　suspect　and　was　currently　the　unwitting　target　of　one　of　DCPJ's　favorite　interrogation　methods—surveillance　cachée—a　deft　deception　in　which　the　police　calmly　invited　a　susp