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war and torture。
Misunderstanding breeds distrust； Langdon thought。
Even Da Vinci's enormous output of breathtaking Christian art only furthered the artist's reputation for spiritual hypocrisy。 Accepting hundreds of lucrative Vatican missions； Da Vinci painted Christian themes not as an expression of his own beliefs but rather as a mercial venture—a means of funding a lavish lifestyle。 Unfortunately； Da Vinci was a prankster who often amused himself by quietly gnawing at the hand that fed him。 He incorporated in many of his Christian paintings hidden symbolism that was anything but Christian—tributes to his own beliefs and a subtle thumbing of his nose at the Church。 Langdon had even given a lecture once at the National Gallery in London entitled： 〃The Secret Life of Leonardo： Pagan Symbolism in Christian Art。〃
〃I understand your concerns；〃 Langdon now said； 〃but Da Vinci never really practiced any dark arts。 He was an exceptionally spiritual man； albeit one in constant conflict with the Church。〃 As Langdon said this； an odd thought popped into his mind。 He glanced down at the message on the floor again。 O； Draconian devil！ Oh； lame saint！
〃Yes？〃 Fache said。
Langdon weighed his words carefully。 〃I was just thinking that Saunière shared a lot of spiritual ideologies with Da Vinci； including a concern over the Church's elimination of the sacred feminine from modern religion。 Maybe； by imitating a famous Da Vinci drawing； Saunière was simply echoing some of their shared frustrations with the modern Church's demonization of the goddess。〃
Fache's eyes hardened。 〃You think Saunière is calling the Church a lame saint and a Draconian devil？〃
Langdon had to admit it seemed far…fetched； and yet the pentacle seemed to endorse the idea on some level。 〃All I am saying is that Mr。 Saunière dedicated his life to studying the history of the goddess； and nothing has done more to erase that history than the Catholic Church。 It seems reasonable that Saunière might have chosen to express his disappointment in his final good…bye。〃
〃Disappointment？〃 Fache demanded； sounding hostile now。 〃This message sounds more enraged than disappointed； wouldn't you say？〃
Langdon was reaching the end of his patience。 〃Captain； you asked for my instincts as to what Saunière is trying to say here； and that's what I'm giving you。〃
〃That this is an indictment of the Church？〃 Fache's jaw tightened as he spoke through clenched teeth。 〃Mr。 Langdon； I have seen a lot of death in my work； and let me tell you something。 When a man is murdered by another man； I do not believe his final thoughts are to write an obscure spiritual statement that no one will understand。 I believe he is thinking of one thing only。〃 Fache's whispery voice sliced the air。 〃La vengeance。 I believe Saunière wrote this note to tell us who killed him。〃 Langdon stared。 〃But that makes no sense whatsoever。〃
〃No？〃
〃No；〃 he fired back； tired and frustrated。 〃You told me Saunière was attacked in his office by someone he had apparently invited in。〃
〃Yes。〃
〃So it seems reasonable to conclude that the curator knew his attacker。〃
Fache nodded。 〃Go on。〃
〃So if Saunière knew the person who killed him； what kind of indictment is this？〃 He pointed at the floor。 〃Numeric codes？ Lame saints？ Draconian devils？ Pentacles on his stomach？ It's all too cryptic。〃
Fache frowned as if the idea had never occurred to him。 〃You have a point。〃
〃Considering the circumstances；〃 Langdon said； 〃I would assume that if Saunière wanted to tell you who killed him； he would have written down somebody's name。〃
As Langdon spoke those words； a smug smile crossed Fache's lips for the first time all night。 〃Précisément；〃 Fache said。 〃Précisément。〃
I am witnessing the work of a master； mused Lieutenant Collet as he tweaked his audio gear and listened to Fache's voice ing through the headphones。 The agent supérieur knew it was moments like these that had lifted the captain to the pinnacle of French law enforcement。
Fache will do what no one else dares。
The delicate art of cajoler was a lost skill in modern law enforcement； one that required exceptional poise under pressure。 Few men possessed the necessary sangfroid for this kind of operation； but Fache seemed born for it。 His restraint and patience bordered on the robotic。
Fache's sole emotion this evening seemed to be one of intense resolve； as if this arrest were somehow personal to him。 Fache's briefing of his agents an hour ago had been unusually succinct and assured。 I know who murdered Jacques Saunière； Fache had said。 You know what to do。 No mistakes tonight。
And so far； no mistakes had been made。
Collet was not yet privy to the evidence that had cemented Fache's certainty of their suspect's guilt； but he knew better than to question the instincts of the Bull。 Fache's intuition seemed almost supernatural at times。 God whispers in his ear； one agent had insisted after a particularly impressive display of Fache's sixth sense。 Collet had to admit； if there was a God； Bezu Fache would be on His A…list。 The captain attended mass and confession with zealous regularity—far more than the requisite holiday attendance fulfilled by other officials in the name of good public relations。 When the Pope visited Paris a few years back； Fache had used all his muscle to obtain the honor of an audience。 A photo of Fache with the Pope now hung in his office。 The Papal Bull； the agents secretly called it。
Collet found it ironic that one of Fache's rare popular public stances in recent years had been his outspoken reaction to the Catholic pedophilia scandal。 These priests should be hanged twice！ Fache had declared。 Once for their crimes against children。 And once for shaming the good name of the Catholic Church。 Collet had the odd sense it was the latter that angered Fache more。
Turning now to his laptop puter； Collet attended to the other half of his responsibilities here tonight—the GPS tracking system。 The image onscreen revealed a detailed floor plan of the Denon Wing； a structural schematic uploaded from the Louvre Security Office。 Letting his eyes trace the maze of galleries and hallways； Collet found what he was looking for。
Deep in the heart of the Grand Gallery blinked a tiny red dot。
La marque。
Fache was keeping his prey on a very tight leash tonight。 Wisely so。 Robert Langdon had proven himself one cool customer。
CHAPTER 9
To ensure his conversation with Mr。 Langdon would not be interrupted； Bezu Fache had turned off his cellular phone。 Unfortunately； it was an expensive model equipped with a two…way radio feature； which； contrary to his orders； was now being used by one of his agents to page him。
〃Capitaine？〃 The phone crackled like a walkie…talkie。
Fache felt his teeth clench in rage。 He could imagine nothing important enough that Collet would interrupt this surveillance cachée—especially at this critical juncture。
He gave Langdon a calm look of apology。 〃One moment please。〃 He pulled the phone from his belt and pressed the radio transmission button。 〃Oui？〃
〃Capitaine； un agent du Département de Cryptographie est arrivé。〃
Fache's anger stalled momentarily。 A cryptographer？ Despite the lousy timing； this was probably good news。 Fache