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ut security； and now the key's peculiar tooling no longer looked so mystifying。 A laser…tooled varying matrix。 Impossible to duplicate。 Rather than teeth that moved tumblers； this key's plex series of laser…burned pockmarks was examined by an electric eye。 If the eye determined that the hexagonal pockmarks were correctly spaced； arranged； and rotated； then the lock would open。
Sophie could not begin to imagine what a key like this opened； but she sensed Robert would be able to tell her。 After all； he had described the key's embossed seal without ever seeing it。 The cruciform on top implied the key belonged to some kind of Christian organization； and yet Sophie knew of no churches that used laser…tooled varying matrix keys。
Besides； my grandfather was no Christian。。。。
Sophie had witnessed proof of that ten years ago。 Ironically； it had been another key—a far more normal one—that had revealed his true nature to her。
The afternoon had been warm when she landed at Charles de Gaulle Airport and hailed a taxi home。 Grand…père will be so surprised to see me； she thought。 Returning from graduate school in Britain for spring break a few days early； Sophie couldn't wait to see him and tell him all about the encryption methods she was studying。
When she arrived at their Paris home； however； her grandfather was not there。 Disappointed； she knew he had not been expecting her and was probably working at the Louvre。 But it's Saturday afternoon； she realized。 He seldom worked on weekends。 On weekends； he usually—
Grinning； Sophie ran out to the garage。 Sure enough； his car was gone。 It was the weekend。 Jacques Saunière despised city driving and owned a car for one destination only—his vacation chateau in Normandy； north of Paris。 Sophie； after months in the congestion of London； was eager for the smells of nature and to start her vacation right away。 It was still early evening； and she decided to leave immediately and surprise him。 Borrowing a friend's car； Sophie drove north； winding into the deserted moon…swept hills near Creully。 She arrived just after ten o'clock； turning down the long private driveway toward her grandfather's retreat。 The access road was over a mile long； and she was halfway down it before she could start to see the house through the trees—a mammoth； old stone chateau nestled in the woods on the side of a hill。
Sophie had half expected to find her grandfather asleep at this hour and was excited to see the house twinkling with lights。 Her delight turned to surprise； however； when she arrived to find the driveway filled with parked cars—Mercedeses； BMWs； Audis； and a Rolls…Royce。
Sophie stared a moment and then burst out laughing。 My grand…père； the famous recluse！ Jacques Saunière； it seemed； was far less reclusive than he liked to pretend。 Clearly he was hosting a party while Sophie was away at school； and from the looks of the automobiles； some of Paris's most influential people were in attendance。
Eager to surprise him； she hurried to the front door。 When she got there； though； she found it locked。 She knocked。 Nobody answered。 Puzzled； she walked around and tried the back door。 It too was locked。 No answer。
Confused； she stood a moment and listened。 The only sound she heard was the cool Normandy air letting out a low moan as it swirled through the valley。
No music。
No voices。
Nothing。
In the silence of the woods； Sophie hurried to the side of the house and clambered up on a woodpile； pressing her face to the living room window。 What she saw inside made no sense at all。
〃Nobody's here！〃
The entire first floor looked deserted。
Where are all the people？
Heart racing； Sophie ran to the woodshed and got the spare key her grandfather kept hidden under the kindling box。 She ran to the front door and let herself in。 As she stepped into the deserted foyer； the control panel for the security system started blinking red—a warning that the entrant had ten seconds to type the proper code before the security alarms went off。
He has the alarm on during a party？
Sophie quickly typed the code and deactivated the system。
Entering； she found the entire house uninhabited。 Upstairs too。 As she descended again to the deserted living room； she stood a moment in the silence； wondering what could possibly be happening。
It was then that Sophie heard it。
Muffled voices。 And they seemed to be ing from underneath her。 Sophie could not imagine。 Crouching； she put her ear to the floor and listened。 Yes； the sound was definitely ing from below。 The voices seemed to be singing； or。。。 chanting？ She was frightened。 Almost more eerie than the sound itself was the realization that this house did not even have a basement。
At least none I've ever seen。
Turning now and scanning the living room； Sophie's eyes fell to the only object in the entire house that seemed out of place—her grandfather's favorite antique； a sprawling Aubusson tapestry。 It usually hung on the east wall beside the fireplace； but tonight it had been pulled aside on its brass rod； exposing the wall behind it。
Walking toward the bare wooden wall； Sophie sensed the chanting getting louder。 Hesitant； she leaned her ear against the wood。 The voices were clearer now。 People were definitely chanting。。。 intoning words Sophie could not discern。
The space behind this wall is hollow！
Feeling around the edge of the panels； Sophie found a recessed fingerhold。 It was discreetly crafted。 A sliding door。 Heart pounding； she placed her finger in the slot and pulled it。 With noiseless precision； the heavy wall slid sideways。 From out of the darkness beyond； the voices echoed up。
Sophie slipped through the door and found herself on a rough…hewn stone staircase that spiraled downward。 She'd been ing to this house since she was a child and yet had no idea this staircase even existed！
As she descended； the air grew cooler。 The voices clearer。 She heard men and women now。 Her line of sight was limited by the spiral of the staircase； but the last step was now rounding into view。 Beyond it； she could see a small patch of the basement floor—stone； illuminated by the flickering orange blaze of firelight。
Holding her breath； Sophie inched down another few steps and crouched down to look。 It took her several seconds to process what she was seeing。
The room was a grotto—a coarse chamber that appeared to have been hollowed from the granite of the hillside。 The only light came from torches on the walls。 In the glow of the flames； thirty or so people stood in a circle in the center of the room。
I'm dreaming； Sophie told herself。 A dream。 What else could this be？
Everyone in the room was wearing a mask。 The women were dressed in white gossamer gowns and golden shoes。 Their masks were white； and in their hands they carried golden orbs。 The men wore long black tunics； and their masks were black。 They looked like pieces in a giant chess set。 Everyone in the circle rocked back and forth and chanted in reverence to something on the floor before them。。。 something Sophie could not see。
The chanting grew steady again。 Accelerating。 Thundering now。 Faster。 The participants took a step inward and knelt。 In that instant； Sophie could finally see what they all were witnessing。 Even as she staggered back in horror； she felt the image searing itself into her memory forever。 Overtaken by nausea； Sophie spun； clutching at the stone walls as she clambered back up the stairs。 Pulling the door closed； she fled the deserted house； and drove in a tearful stupor back to Paris。
That night； with her life shattered by disillusionment and betrayal； she packed her belongings and left her home。 On the dining room table； she left a note。
I WAS THERE。 DON'T TRY TO FIND ME。
Beside the note； she laid the old spare key from the chateau's woodshed。
〃Sophie！ Langdon's voice intruded。 〃Stop！ Stop！〃
Emerging from the memory； Sophie slammed on the brakes； skidding to a halt。 〃What？ What happened？！〃
Langdon pointed down the long street before them。
When she saw it； Sophie's blood went cold。 A hundred yards ahead； the intersection was blocked by a couple of DCPJ police cars； parked askew； their purpose obvious。 They've sealed off Avenue Gabriel！
Langdon gave a grim sigh。 〃I take it the embassy is off…limit