The Da Vinci Code

by Dan Brown

  Zero , Collet sighed.

  The only red flag tonight from Interpol had been a set of fingerprints that apparently belonged to Teabing’s servant. The chief PTS examiner was reading the report in a comfortable chair across the room.

  Collet looked over. «Anything?»

  The examiner shrugged. «Prints belong to Rémy Legaludec. Wanted for petty crime. Nothing serious. Looks like he got kicked out of university for rewiring phone jacks to get free service… later did some petty theft. Breaking and entering. Skipped out on a hospital bill once for an emergency tracheotomy.» He glanced up, chuckling. «Peanut allergy.»

  Collet nodded, recalling a police investigation into a restaurant that had failed to notate on its menu that the chili recipe contained peanut oil. An unsuspecting patron had died of anaphylactic shock at the table after a single bite.

  «Legaludec is probably a live-in here to avoid getting picked up.» The examiner looked amused. «His lucky night.»

  Collet sighed. «All right, you better forward this info to Captain Fache.»

  The examiner headed off just as another PTS agent burst into the living room. «Lieutenant! We found something in the barn.»

  From the anxious look on the agent’s face, Collet could only guess. «A body.» «No, sir. Something more…» He hesitated. «Unexpected.» Rubbing his eyes, Collet followed the agent out to the barn. As they entered the musty, cavernous space, the agent motioned toward the center of the room, where a wooden ladder now ascended high into the rafters, propped against the ledge of a hayloft suspended high above them. «That ladder wasn’t there earlier,» Collet said.» No, sir. I set that up. We were dusting for prints near the Rolls when I saw the ladder lying on the floor. I wouldn’t have given it a second thought except the rungs were worn and muddy. This ladder gets regular use. The height of the hayloft matched the ladder, so I raised it and climbed up to have a look.»

  Collet’s eyes climbed the ladder’s steep incline to the soaring hayloft. Someone goes up thereregularly? From down here, the loft appeared to be a deserted platform, and yet admittedly most of it was invisible from this line of sight.

  A senior PTS agent appeared at the top of the ladder, looking down. «You’ll definitely want to see this, Lieutenant,» he said, waving Collet up with a latex-gloved hand.

  Nodding tiredly, Collet walked over to the base of the old ladder and grasped the bottom rungs. The ladder was an antique tapered design and narrowed as Collet ascended. As he neared the top, Collet almost lost his footing on a thin rung. The barn below him spun. Alert now, he moved on, finally reaching the top. The agent above him reached out, offering his wrist. Collet grabbed it and made the awkward transition onto the platform.

  «It’s over there,» the PTS agent said, pointing deep into the immaculately clean loft. «Only one set of prints up here. We’ll have an ID shortly.»

  Collet squinted through the dim light toward the far wall. What the hell? Nestled against the far wall sat an elaborate computer workstation – two tower CPUs, a flat-screen video monitor with speakers, an array of hard drives, and a multichannel audio console that appeared to have its own filtered power supply.

  Why in the world would anyone work all the way up here? Collet moved toward the gear. «Have you examined the system?»

  «It’s a listening post.»

  Collet spun. «Surveillance?»

  The agent nodded. «Very advanced surveillance.» He motioned to a long project table strewn with electronic parts, manuals, tools, wires, soldering irons, and other electronic components. «Someone clearly knows what he’s doing. A lot of this gear is as sophisticated as our own equipment. Miniature microphones, photoelectric recharging cells, high-capacity RAM chips. He’s even got some of those new nano drives.»

  Collet was impressed.

  «Here’s a complete system,» the agent said, handing Collet an assembly not much larger than a pocket calculator. Dangling off the contraption was a foot-long wire with a stamp-sized piece of wafer-thin foil stuck on the end. «The base is a high-capacity hard disk audio recording system with rechargeable battery. That strip of foil at the end of the wire is a combination microphone and photoelectric recharging cell.»

  Collet knew them well. These foil-like, photocell microphones had been an enormous breakthrough a few years back. Now, a hard disk recorder could be affixed behind a lamp, for example, with its foil microphone molded into the contour of the base and dyed to match. As long as the microphone was positioned such that it received a few hours of sunlight per day, the photo cells would keep recharging the system. Bugs like this one could listen indefinitely.

  «Reception method?» Collet asked.

  The agent signaled to an insulated wire that ran out of the back of the computer, up the wall, through a hole in the barn roof. «Simple radio wave. Small antenna on the roof.»

  Collet knew these recording systems were generally placed in offices, were voice-activated to save hard disk space, and recorded snippets of conversation during the day, transmitting compressed audio files at night to avoid detection. After transmitting, the hard drive erased itself and prepared to do it all over again the next day.

  Collet’s gaze moved now to a shelf on which were stacked several hundred audio cassettes, all labeled with dates and numbers. Someone has been very busy.He turned back to the agent. «Doyou have any idea what target is being bugged?»

  «Well, Lieutenant,» the agent said, walking to the computer and launching a piece of software. «It’s the strangest thing…»

  CHAPTER 88

  Langdon felt utterly spent as he and Sophie hurdled a turnstile at the Temple tube station and dashed deep into the grimy labyrinth of tunnels and platforms. The guilt ripped through him.

  I involved Leigh, and now he’s in enormous danger.

  Rémy’s involvement had been a shock, and yet it made sense. Whoever was pursuing the Grail had recruited someone on the inside. They went to Teabing’s for the same reason I did.Throughout history, those who held knowledge of the Grail had always been magnets for thieves and scholars alike. The fact that Teabing had been a target all along should have made Langdon feel less guilty about involving him. It did not. We need to find Leigh and help him.Immediately.

  Langdon followed Sophie to the westbound District and Circle Line platform, where she hurried to a pay phone to call the police, despite Rémy’s warning to the contrary. Langdon sat on a grungy bench nearby, feeling remorseful.

  «The best way to help Leigh,» Sophie reiterated as she dialed,» is to involve the London authorities immediately. Trust me.»

  Langdon had not initially agreed with this idea, but as they had hatched their plan, Sophie’s logic began to make sense. Teabing was safe at the moment. Even if Rémy and the others knew where the knight’s tomb was located, they still might need Teabing’s help deciphering the orb reference. What worried Langdon was what would happen after the Grail map had been found. Leigh willbecome a huge liability.

  If Langdon were to have any chance of helping Leigh, or of ever seeing the keystone again, it was essential that he find the tomb first. Unfortunately, Rémy has a big head start.

  Slowing Rémy down had become Sophie’s task. Finding the right tomb had become Langdon’s. Sophie would make Rémy and Silas fugitives of the London police, forcing them into hiding or, better yet, catching them. Langdon’s plan was less certain – to take the tube to nearby King’s College, which was renowned for its electronic theological database. The ultimate research tool, Langdon had heard. Instant answers to any religious historical question.He wondered what the database would have to say about» a knight a Pope interred.»

  He stood up and paced, wishing the train would hurry.

  At the pay phone, Sophie’s call finally connected to the London police. «Snow Hill Division,» the dispatcher said. «How may I direct your call?» «I’m reporting a kidnapping.» Sophie knew to be concise.» Name please?»

  Sophie paused. «Agent Sophie Neveu with the French Judicial Police.»


  The title had the desired effect. «Right away, ma’am. Let me get a detective on the line for you.»

  As the call went through, Sophie began wondering if the police would even believe her description of Teabing’s captors. A man in a tuxedo.How much easier to identify could a suspect be? Even if Rémy changed clothes, he was partnered with an albino monk. Impossible to miss.Moreover, they had a hostage and could not take public transportation. She wondered how many Jaguar stretch limos there could be in London.

  Sophie’s connection to the detective seemed to be taking forever. Come on! She could hear the line clicking and buzzing, as if she was being transferred.

  Fifteen seconds passed.

  Finally a man came on the line. «Agent Neveu?»

  Stunned, Sophie registered the gruff tone immediately.

  «Agent Neveu,» Bezu Fache demanded. «Where the hell are you?»

  Sophie was speechless. Captain Fache had apparently requested the London police dispatcher alert him if Sophie called in.

  «Listen,» Fache said, speaking to her in terse French. «I made a terrible mistake tonight. Robert Langdon is innocent. All charges against him have been dropped. Even so, both of you are in danger. You need to come in.»

  Sophie’s jaw fell slack. She had no idea how to respond. Fache was not a man who apologized for anything.

  «You did not tell me,» Fache continued,» that Jacques Saunière was your grandfather. I fully intend to overlook your insubordination last night on account of the emotional stress you must be under. At the moment, however, you and Langdon need to go to the nearest London police headquarters for refuge.»

  He knows I ’ m in London ? What else does Fache know? Sophie heard what sounded like drilling or machinery in the background. She also heard an odd clicking on the line. «Are you tracing this call, Captain?»

  Fache’s voice was firm now. «You and I need to cooperate, Agent Neveu. We both have a lot to lose here. This is damage control. I made errors in judgment last night, and if those errors result in the deaths of an American professor and a DCPJ cryptologist, my career will be over. I’ve been trying to pull you back into safety for the last several hours.»

  A warm wind was now pushing through the station as a train approached with a low rumble. Sophie had every intention of being on it. Langdon apparently had the same idea; he was gathering himself together and moving toward her now.

  «The man you want is Rémy Legaludec,» Sophie said. «He is Teabing’s servant. He just kidnapped Teabing inside the Temple Church and –»

  «Agent Neveu!» Fache bellowed as the train thundered into the station. «This is not something to discuss on an open line. You and Langdon will come in now. For your own well-being! That is a direct order!»

  Sophie hung up and dashed with Langdon onto the train.

  CHAPTER 89

  The immaculate cabin of Teabing’s Hawker was now covered with steel shavings and smelled of compressed air and propane. Bezu Fache had sent everyone away and sat alone with his drink and the heavy wooden box found in Teabing’s safe.

  Running his finger across the inlaid Rose, he lifted the ornate lid. Inside he found a stone cylinder with lettered dials. The five dials were arranged to spell SOFIA. Fache stared at the word a long moment and then lifted the cylinder from its padded resting place and examined every inch. Then, pulling slowly on the ends, Fache slid off one of the end caps. The cylinder was empty.

  Fache set it back in the box and gazed absently out the jet’s window at the hangar, pondering his brief conversation with Sophie, as well as the information he’d received from PTS in Château Villette. The sound of his phone shook him from his daydream.

  It was the DCPJ switchboard. The dispatcher was apologetic. The president of the Depository Bank of Zurich had been calling repeatedly, and although he had been told several times that the captain was in London on business, he just kept calling. Begrudgingly Fache told the operator to forward the call.

  «Monsieur Vernet,» Fache said, before the man could even speak,» I am sorry I did not call you earlier. I have been busy. As promised, the name of your bank has not appeared in the media. So what precisely is your concern?»

  Vernet’s voice was anxious as he told Fache how Langdon and Sophie had extracted a small wooden box from the bank and then persuaded Vernet to help them escape. «Then when I heard on the radio that they were criminals,» Vernet said, «I pulled over and demanded the box back, but they attacked me and stole the truck.»

  «You are concerned for a wooden box,» Fache said, eyeing the Rose inlay on the cover and again gently opening the lid to reveal the white cylinder. «Can you tell me what was in the box?»

  «The contents are immaterial,» Vernet fired back. «I am concerned with the reputation of my bank. We have never had a robbery. Ever.It will ruin us if I cannot recover this property on behalf of my client.»

  «You said Agent Neveu and Robert Langdon had a password and a key. What makes you say they stole the box?»

  «They murdered people tonight. Including Sophie Neveu’s grandfather. The key and password were obviously ill-gotten.»

  «Mr. Vernet, my men have done some checking into your background and your interests. You are obviously a man of great culture and refinement. I would imagine you are a man of honor, as well. As am I. That said, I give you my word as commanding officer of the Police Judiciaire that your box, along with your bank’s reputation, are in the safest of hands.»

  CHAPTER 90

  High in the hayloft at Château Villette, Collet stared at the computer monitor in amazement. «This system is eavesdropping on all these locations?»

  «Yes,» the agent said. «It looks like data has been collected for over a year now.» Collet read the list again, speechless.

  COLBERT SOSTAQUE – Chairman of the Conseil Constitutionnel

  JEAN CHAFFÉE – Curator, Musée du Jeu de Paume

  EDOUARD DESROCHERS – Senior Archivist, Mitterrand Library

  JACQUES SAUNIÈRE – Curator, Musée du Louvre

  MICHEL BRETON – Head of DAS (French Intelligence)

  The agent pointed to the screen. «Number four is of obvious concern.»

  Collet nodded blankly. He had noticed it immediately. Jacques Saunière was being bugged.He looked at the rest of the list again. How could anyone possibly manage to bug these prominent people?» Have you heard any of the audio files?»

  «A few. Here’s one of the most recent.» The agent clicked a few computer keys. The speakers crackled to life. «Capitaine, un agent du Département de Cryptographie est arrivé.»

  Collet could not believe his ears. «That’s me! That’s my voice!» He recalled sitting at Saunière’s desk and radioing Fache in the Grand Gallery to alert him of Sophie Neveu’s arrival.

  The agent nodded. «A lot of our Louvre investigation tonight would have been audible if someone had been interested.»

  «Have you sent anyone in to sweep for the bug?»

  «No need. I know exactly where it is.» The agent went to a pile of old notes and blueprints on the worktable. He selected a page and handed it to Collet. «Look familiar?»

  Collet was amazed. He was holding a photocopy of an ancient schematic diagram, which depicted a rudimentary machine. He was unable to read the handwritten Italian labels, and yet he knew what he was looking at. A model for a fully articulated medieval French knight.

  The knight sitting on Saunière’s desk!

  Collet’s eyes moved to the margins, where someone had scribbled notes on the photocopy in red felt-tipped marker. The notes were in French and appeared to be ideas outlining how best to insert a listening device into the knight.

  CHAPTER 91

  Silas sat in the passenger seat of the parked Jaguar limousine near the Temple Church. His hands felt damp on the keystone as he waited for Rémy to finish tying and gagging Teabing in back with the rope they had found in the trunk.

  Finally, Rémy climbed out of the rear of the limo, walked around, and slid into the
driver’s seat beside Silas.

  «Secure?» Silas asked.

  Rémy chuckled, shaking off the rain and glancing over his shoulder through the open partition at the crumpled form of Leigh Teabing, who was barely visible in the shadows in the rear. «He’s not going anywhere.»

  Silas could hear Teabing’s muffled cries and realized Rémy had used some of the old duct tape to gag him.

  « Ferme ta gueule! » Rémy shouted over his shoulder at Teabing. Reaching to a control panel on the elaborate dash, Rémy pressed a button. An opaque partition raised behind them, sealing off the back. Teabing disappeared, and his voice was silenced. Rémy glanced at Silas. «I’ve been listening to his miserable whimpering long enough.»

  Minutes later, as the Jaguar stretch limo powered through the streets, Silas’s cell phone rang. TheTeacher.He answered excitedly. «Hello?»

  «Silas,» the Teacher’s familiar French accent said, «I am relieved to hear your voice. This means you are safe.»

  Silas was equally comforted to hear the Teacher. It had been hours, and the operation had veered wildly off course. Now, at last, it seemed to be back on track. «I have the keystone.»

  «This is superb news,» the Teacher told him. «Is Rémy with you?»

  Silas was surprised to hear the Teacher use Rémy’s name. «Yes. Rémy freed me.» «As I ordered him to do. I am only sorry you had to endure captivity for so long.» «Physical discomfort has no meaning. The important thing is that the keystone is ours.» «Yes. I need it delivered to me at once. Time is of the essence.» Silas was eager to meet the Teacher face-to-face at last. «Yes, sir, I would be honored.» «Silas, I would like Rémy to bring it to me.» Rémy? Silas was crestfallen. After everything Silas had done for the Teacher, he had believed hewould be the one to hand over the prize. The Teacher favors Rémy?

  «I sense your disappointment,» the Teacher said,» which tells me you do not understand my meaning.» He lowered his voice to a whisper. «You must believe that I would much prefer to receive the keystone from you – a man of God rather than a criminal – but Rémy must be dealt with. He disobeyed my orders and made a grave mistake that has put our entire mission at risk.»

  Silas felt a chill and glanced over at Rémy. Kidnapping Teabing had not been part of the plan, and deciding what to do with him posed a new problem.

  «You and I are men of God,» the Teacher whispered. «We cannot be deterred from our goal.» There was an ominous pause on the line. «For this reason alone, I will ask Rémy to bring me the keystone. Do you understand?»

  Silas sensed anger in the Teacher’s voice and was surprised the man was not more understanding. Showing his face could not be avoided, Silas thought. Rémy did what he had to do.He saved the keystone. «I understand,» Silas managed.

  «Good. For your own safety, you need to get off the street immediately. The police will be looking for the limousine soon, and I do not want you caught. Opus Dei has a residence in London, no?» «Of course.»

  «And you are welcome there?» «As a brother.» «Then go there and stay out of sight. I will call you the moment I am in possession of the keystone and have attended to my current problem.»

  «You are in London?»

  «Do as I say, and everything will be fine.» «Yes, sir.» The Teacher heaved a sigh, as if what he now had to do was profoundly regrettable. «It’s time I speak to Rémy.»

  Silas handed Rémy the phone, sensing it might be the last call Rémy Legaludec ever took.

  As Rémy took the phone, he knew this poor, twisted monk had no idea what fate awaited him now that he had served his purpose.

  The Teacher used you , Silas. And your bishop is a pawn. Rémy still marveled at the Teacher’s powers of persuasion. Bishop Aringarosa had trusted everything. He had been blinded by his own desperation. Aringarosa was far too eager to believe. Although Rémy did not particularly like the Teacher, he felt pride at having gained the man’s trust and helped him so substantially. I have earned my payday.

  «Listen carefully,» the Teacher said. «Take Silas to the Opus Dei residence hall and drop him off a few streets away. Then drive to St. James’s Park. It is adjacent to Parliament and Big Ben. You can park the limousine on Horse Guards Parade. We’ll talk there.»

  With that, the connection went dead.