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t called Interpol。 Discretion was apparently not part of the vocabulary of a 15…euro…per…hour watchman。
Stopping at the doorway； he took a deep breath and loosened his muscles。 Then； forcing a balmy smile； he unlocked the door and swirled into the room like a warm breeze。
〃Good evening；〃 he said； his eyes finding his clients。 〃I am André Vernet。 How can I be of serv—〃 The rest of the sentence lodged somewhere beneath his Adam's apple。 The woman before him was as unexpected a visitor as Vernet had ever had。
〃I'm sorry； do we know each other？〃 Sophie asked。 She did not recognize the banker； but he for a moment looked as if he'd seen a ghost。
〃No。。。；〃 the bank president fumbled。 〃I don't。。。 believe so。 Our services are anonymous。〃 He exhaled and forced a calm smile。 〃My assistant tells me you have a gold key but no account number？ Might I ask how you came by this key？〃
〃My grandfather gave it to me；〃 Sophie replied； watching the man closely。 His uneasiness seemed more evident now。
〃Really？ Your grandfather gave you the key but failed to give you the account number？〃
〃I don't think he had time；〃 Sophie said。 〃He was murdered tonight。〃
Her words sent the man staggering backward。 〃Jacques Saunière is dead？〃 he demanded； his eyes filling with horror。 〃But。。。 how？！〃
Now it was Sophie who reeled； numb with shock。 〃You knew my grandfather？〃
Banker André Vernet looked equally astounded； steadying himself by leaning on an end table。 〃Jacques and I were dear friends。 When did this happen？〃
〃Earlier this evening。 Inside the Louvre。〃
Vernet walked to a deep leather chair and sank into it。 〃I need to ask you both a very important question。〃 He glanced up at Langdon and then back to Sophie。 〃Did either of you have anything to do with his death？〃
〃No！〃 Sophie declared。 〃Absolutely not。〃
Vernet's face was grim； and he paused； pondering。 〃Your pictures are being circulated by Interpol。 This is how I recognized you。 You're wanted for a murder。〃
Sophie slumped。 Fache ran an Interpol broadcast already？ It seemed the captain was more motivated than Sophie had anticipated。 She quickly told Vernet who Langdon was and what had happened inside the Louvre tonight。
Vernet looked amazed。 〃And as your grandfather was dying； he left you a message telling you to find Mr。 Langdon？〃
〃Yes。 And this key。〃 Sophie laid the gold key on the coffee table in front of Vernet； placing the Priory seal face down。
Vernet glanced at the key but made no move to touch it。 〃He left you only this key？ Nothing else？ No slip of paper？〃
Sophie knew she had been in a hurry inside the Louvre； but she was certain she had seen nothing else behind Madonna of the Rocks。 〃No。 Just the key。〃
Vernet gave a helpless sigh。 〃I'm afraid every key is electronically paired with a ten…digit account number that functions as a password。 Without that number； your key is worthless。〃
Ten digits。 Sophie reluctantly calculated the cryptographic odds。 Over ten billion possible choices。 Even if she could bring in DCPJ's most powerful parallel processing puters； she still would need weeks to break the code。 〃Certainly； monsieur； considering the circumstances； you can help us。〃
〃I'm sorry。 I truly can do nothing。 Clients select their own account numbers via a secure terminal； meaning account numbers are known only to the client and puter。 This is one way we ensure anonymity。 And the safety of our employees。〃
Sophie understood。 Convenience stores did the same thing。 EMPLOYEES DO NOT HAVE KEYS TO THE SAFE。 This bank obviously did not want to risk someone stealing a key and then holding an employee hostage for the account number。
Sophie sat down beside Langdon； glanced down at the key and then up at Vernet。 〃Do you have any idea what my grandfather is storing in your bank？〃
〃None whatsoever。 That is the definition of a Geldschrank bank。〃
〃Monsieur Vernet；〃 she pressed； 〃our time tonight is short。 I am going to be very direct if I may。〃 She reached out to the gold key and flipped it over； watching the man's eyes as she revealed the Priory of Sion seal。 〃Does the symbol on this key mean anything to you？〃
Vernet glanced down at the fleur…de…lis seal and made no reaction。 〃No； but many of our clients emboss corporate logos or initials onto their keys。〃
Sophie sighed； still watching him carefully。 〃This seal is the symbol of a secret society known as the Priory of Sion。〃
Vernet again showed no reaction。 〃I know nothing of this。 Your grandfather was a friend； but we spoke mostly of business。〃 The man adjusted his tie； looking nervous now。
〃Monsieur Vernet；〃 Sophie pressed； her tone firm。 〃My grandfather called me tonight and told me he and I were in grave danger。 He said he had to give me something。 He gave me a key to your bank。 Now he is dead。 Anything you can tell us would be helpful。〃
Vernet broke a sweat。 〃We need to get out of the building。 I'm afraid the police will arrive shortly。 My watchman felt obliged to call Interpol。〃
Sophie had feared as much。 She took one last shot。 〃My grandfather said he needed to tell me the truth about my family。 Does that mean anything to you？〃
〃Mademoiselle； your family died in a car accident when you were young。 I'm sorry。 I know your grandfather loved you very much。 He mentioned to me several times how much it pained him that you two had fallen out of touch。〃
Sophie was uncertain how to respond。
Langdon asked； 〃Do the contents of this account have anything to do with the Sangreal？〃
Vernet gave him an odd look。 〃I have no idea what that is。〃 Just then； Vernet's cell phone rang； and he snatched it off his belt。 〃Oui？〃 He listened a moment； his expression one of surprise and growing concern。 〃La police？ Si rapidement？〃 He cursed； gave some quick directions in French； and said he would be up to the lobby in a minute。
Hanging up the phone； he turned back to Sophie。 〃The police have responded far more quickly than usual。 They are arriving as we speak。〃
Sophie had no intention of leaving empty…handed。 〃Tell them we came and went already。 If they want to search the bank； demand a search warrant。 That will take them time。〃
〃Listen；〃 Vernet said； 〃Jacques was a friend； and my bank does not need this kind of press； so for those two reasons； I have no intention of allowing this arrest to be made on my premises。 Give me a minute and I will see what I can do to help you leave the bank undetected。 Beyond that； I cannot get involved。〃 He stood up and hurried for the door。 〃Stay here。 I'll make arrangements and be right back。〃
〃But the safe…deposit box；〃 Sophie declared。 〃We can't just leave。〃
〃There's nothing I can do；〃 Vernet said； hurrying out the door。 〃I'm sorry。〃
Sophie stared after him a moment； wondering if maybe the account number was buried in one of the countless letters and packages her grandfather had sent her over the years and which she had left unopened。
Langdon stood suddenly； and Sophie sensed an unexpected glimmer of contentment in his eyes。
〃Robert？ You're smiling。〃
〃Your grandfather was a genius。〃
〃I'm sorry？〃
〃Ten digits？〃
Sophie had no idea what he was talking about。
〃The account number；〃 he said； a familiar lopsided grin now craning his face。 〃I'm pretty sure he left it for us after all。〃
〃Where？〃
Langdon produced the