"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?"
12Fache was in utter incomprehension 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
3leave 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.
"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."
45Fache'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
6pressed 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
7didn'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 common."
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 come.
Stunned, Fache watched her disappear into the darkness. Is she out of her mind? Sophie Neveu had just
1 gall /go:l/ n. 胆汁?胆量 They haven't the gall to steal. 他们没有胆量去偷。|| 怨恨?恶毒 words full of gall 充满怨恨的话 2 barge /ba:dZ/ n. 驳船, ，举行庆典时的：河上游艇 >>> vi. ~in 闯入, 打断 to barge into her 打断她的话 3 gag /g@g/ n. 张口器；塞嘴物 || 插科打诨(hun四声, 开玩笑；诙谐可笑的话~?话。?名，外号：。?号。)
vt., vi. -gg- 把东西塞在„口中 She was gagged and blindfolded. || 限制发言 to gag the press 限制新闻界的舆论 4 guttural /'g^t..rl/ adj. 咽的, 咽喉的 gutturalsounds 喉音 >>> 【语】颚音, 喉音(如g, k等); 颚音字母[符号] 5 rumble /'r^mbl/ vi. 发出隆隆声 ，常与along, by连用：隆隆地前进 The truck rumbled through the street. >>> n. 隆隆声 6 ash /@S/ n. 灰；灰烬 || 骨灰 ashen /'@Sn/ adj. 灰色的?淡灰色的 7 off-hand (=offhand) adv. 立即, 当即, 事先没有准备的 >>> adj. 临时的, 即时的, 无礼的, 不拘礼节的
redefined le suicide professionnel.
Fache turned to Langdon, who was still on the phone, looking more concerned than before, listening intently
8to his phone message. The U.S. Embassy. Bezu Fache despised many things... but few drew more wrath than the
9Fache and the ambassador locked horns regularly over shared affairs of state—their most common
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
1011shoplifting 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
12if 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
13every 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 come 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 accompany 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
14took comfort in knowing the Grand Gallery was a dead end whose only exit was at the other end—the gate under
15which 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
8 wrath /roth/ n. 愤怒, 激怒 nurse one's wrath 怀恨在心 slow to wrath 不轻易发怒 9 lock horns (with) [美]抵触, 冲突, 斗争, 较量 || 肉搏, 短兵相接 10 shoplift /'Soplift/ vt., vi. 从商店中偷商品 11 extradite /'ekstr..dait/ vt. 引渡 The English murderer was caught by the French police and extradited to Britain. 12 simmer /'sim../ vi. 温火慢慢煮 || (危机等)将爆发 || 内心充满(with) simmer with anger 怒火中烧 simmer down 冷静下来
n. 徐徐沸腾 || 文火 at a [on the] simmer 在文火上慢慢煨着; 快要沸腾, 将要爆发 13 rest room n. 公共卫生间；公共厕所 14 dead end n. 死胡同 || 绝境；僵局 15 stairwell /'ste..wel/ n. 楼梯井；楼梯间
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 come 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 command center at Saunière's office.
16"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.
17For a moment, Fache considered radioing the guards in the entresol and telling them to stop Sophie and drag
18her 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."
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
1920. As he toweled off, the rest room's door creaked open behind the stark tile, and the room smelled of ammonia
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.
16 bellow /'belou/ vi. 牛鸣?，牛：吼叫 || 怒吼?咆哮 ‘Go away!’ he bellowed angrily. “滚开；” 他气愤地大声吼道。 17 entresol /'ontr..sol/ n. [法]【建】夹层, 阁楼, 半楼[层], (一层与二层之间的低矮阁楼)夹层楼面 18 premise /'premis/ n. 前提 || (pl) 房屋及其周围的房基地 19 ammonia /'@mouni../ n. [化]氨, 氨水 20 towel /'tau..l/ n. 毛巾；手巾?纸巾 throw in the towel 认输 vt.,vi. [英] 用毛巾擦 towel oneself 用毛巾擦身体
21Sophie 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
2223features. 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
24had been called to the Louvre tonight not as a symbologist but rather as a suspect and was currently the unwitting
25target of one of DCPJ's favorite interrogation methods—surveillance cachée—a deft deception in which the
police calmly invited a suspect to a crime scene and interviewed him in hopes he would get nervous and mistakenly
"Look in your jacket's left pocket," Sophie said. "You'll find proof they are watching you."
Langdon felt his apprehension rising. Look in my pocket? It sounded like some kind of cheap magic trick.
Bewildered, Langdon reached his hand into his tweed jacket's left pocket—one he never used. Feeling around
inside, he found nothing. What the devil did you expect? He began wondering if Sophie might just be insane after all.
Then his fingers brushed something unexpected. Small and hard. Pinching the tiny object between his fingers, Langdon pulled it out and stared in astonishment. It was a metallic, button-shaped disk, about the size of a watch battery. He had never seen it before. "What the...?"
"GPS tracking dot," Sophie said. "Continuously transmits its location to a Global Positioning System satellite that DCPJ can monitor. We use them to monitor people's locations. It's accurate within two feet anywhere on the globe. They have you on an electronic leash. The agent who picked you up at the hotel slipped it inside your pocket before you left your room."
Langdon flashed back to the hotel room... his quick shower, getting dressed, the DCPJ agent politely holding out Langdon's tweed coat as they left the room. It's cool outside, Mr. Langdon, the agent had said. Spring in Paris is
not all your song boasts. Langdon had thanked him and donned the jacket.
Sophie's olive gaze was keen. "I didn't tell you about the tracking dot earlier because I didn't want you checking your pocket in front of Fache. He can't know you've found it."
Langdon had no idea how to respond.
27"They tagged you with GPS because they thought you might run." She paused. "In fact, they hoped you
would run; it would make their case stronger."
"Why would I run!" Langdon demanded. "I'm innocent!"
"Fache feels otherwise."
21 double back 向后折; 把...对折 || 往回跑 22 juxtapose /'dZ^kst..pouz/ vt. 把„并列?把„并置 >>> juxtaposition n. 并置, 并列 || 接近, 邻近 23 conjure /'k^ndZ../ vt., vi. 用魔术变成?用戏法变出 The magician conjured a bowl of fish out of his hat.
conjure up 想象?推想?回忆?忆起 Can you conjure up a picture of the imperial life in ancient Egypt?
用魔法作出 His wife can conjure up a good meal in half an hour.(喻) 24 witting /'witiN/ adj. [多用作表语]明明知道的, 自觉的 || [常作 witting and willing]故意的
unwitting /^n'witiN/ adj. 不知情的 || 无心的?不经意的 25 interrogate /in'ter..geit/ vt. 讯问, 质问, 详问 interrogate the witness 讯问证人 interrogation n. 讯问?审问?质问 26 incriminate /in'krimi,neit/ vt. 牵累, 使负罪In his confession the thief incriminated two others who helped him steal. 27 tag /t@g/ n. 标签?附签 a price tag 价格标签 a name tag 名签 || ，鞋带等末端的：金属包头；塑料包头
经常引用的短语、谚语；语录 a well-known Latin tag 人所共知的拉丁谚语
vt., vi. -gg- 加上标签?拴上铭牌, 附上 || 紧随；尾随 tag along (with) 紧随；尾随
28Angrily, Langdon stalked toward the trash receptacle to dispose of the tracking dot.
"No!" Sophie grabbed his arm and stopped him. "Leave it in your pocket. If you throw it out, the signal will stop moving, and they'll know you found the dot. The only reason Fache left you alone is because he can monitor where you are. If he thinks you've discovered what he's doing..." Sophie did not finish the thought. Instead, she
29pried the metallic disk from Langdon's hand and slid it back into the pocket of his tweed coat. "The dot stays with you. At least for the moment."
Langdon felt lost. "How the hell could Fache actually believe I killed Jacques Saunière!"
"He has some fairly persuasive reasons to suspect you." Sophie's expression was grim. "There is a piece of evidence here that you have not yet seen. Fache has kept it carefully hidden from you."
Langdon could only stare.
"Do you recall the three lines of text that Saunière wrote on the floor?"
Langdon nodded. The numbers and words were imprinted on Langdon's mind.
Sophie's voice dropped to a whisper now. "Unfortunately, what you saw was not the entire message. There was a fourth line that Fache photographed and then wiped clean before you arrived."
30Although Langdon knew the soluble ink of a watermark stylus could easily be wiped away, he could not
imagine why Fache would erase evidence.
"The last line of the message," Sophie said, "was something Fache did not want you to know about." She paused. "At least not until he was done with you."
Sophie produced a computer printout of a photo from her sweater pocket and began unfolding it. "Fache uploaded images of the crime scene to the Cryptology Department earlier tonight in hopes we could figure out what Saunière's message was trying to say. This is a photo of the complete message." She handed the page to Langdon.
Bewildered, Langdon looked at the image. The close-up photo revealed the glowing message on the parquet floor. The final line hit Langdon like a kick in the gut.
O, Draconian devil!
Oh, lame saint!
P.S. Find Robert Langdon
For several seconds, Langdon stared in wonder at the photograph of Saunière's postscript. P.S. Find Robert
Langdon. He felt as if the floor were tilting beneath his feet. Saunière left a postscript with my name on it? In his
wildest dreams, Langdon could not fathom why.
"Now do you understand," Sophie said, her eyes urgent, "why Fache ordered you here tonight, and why you are his primary suspect?"
31The only thing Langdon understood at the moment was why Fache had looked so smug when Langdon
suggested Saunière would have accused his killer by name.
Find Robert Langdon.
"Why would Saunière write this?" Langdon demanded, his confusion now giving way to anger. "Why would I
want to kill Jacques Saunière?"
"Fache has yet to uncover a motive, but he has been recording his entire conversation with you tonight in hopes you might reveal one."
28 receptacle /re'sept..kl/ n. 容器; 接收器; 贮槽[池, 罐] a collection receptacle 收钱箱 ||【电】插座[孔], 塞孔, 容座 29 pry /prai/ vi. 盯着看; 窥探(into, about) Don't pry into the affairs of others. 莫管闲事 >>> n. 爱刺探[打听, 问事]的人
vt. ，用工具：撬起；撬开；撬动 to pry up a floorboard 撬起一块地板 30 soluble /'soljubl/ adj. 可溶解的 || 可解决的?可解答的 31 smug /sm^g/ adj. 整洁的; 体面的 || 洋洋自得的, 自以为是的 the smug calculation 如意算盘 >>> n. 自命不凡的人
Langdon opened his mouth, but still no words came.
"He's fitted with a miniature microphone," Sophie explained. "It's connected to a transmitter in his pocket that radios the signal back to the command post."
32"This is impossible," Langdon stammered. "I have an alibi. I went directly back to my hotel after my lecture.
You can ask the hotel desk."
"Fache already did. His report shows you retrieving your room key from the concierge at about ten-thirty. Unfortunately, the time of the murder was closer to eleven. You easily could have left your hotel room unseen."
"This is insanity! Fache has no evidence!"
Sophie's eyes widened as if to say: No evidence? "Mr. Langdon, your name is written on the floor beside the
body, and Saunière's date book says you were with him at approximately the time of the murder." She paused. "Fache has more than enough evidence to take you into custody for questioning."
Langdon suddenly sensed that he needed a lawyer. "I didn't do this."
Sophie sighed. "This is not American television, Mr. Langdon. In France, the laws protect the police, not criminals. Unfortunately, in this case, there is also the media consideration. Jacques Saunière was a very prominent and well-loved figure in Paris, and his murder will be news in the morning. Fache will be under immediate pressure to make a statement, and he looks a lot better having a suspect in custody already. Whether or not you are guilty, you most certainly will be held by DCPJ until they can figure out what really happened."
Langdon felt like a caged animal. "Why are you telling me all this?"
"Because, Mr. Langdon, I believe you are innocent." Sophie looked away for a moment and then back into his eyes. "And also because it is partially my fault that you're in trouble."
"I'm sorry? It's your fault Saunière is trying to frame me?"
"Saunière wasn't trying to frame you. It was a mistake. That message on the floor was meant for me."
Langdon needed a minute to process that one. "I beg your pardon?"
"That message wasn't for the police. He wrote it for me. I think he was forced to do everything in such a hurry
that he just didn't realize how it would look to the police." She paused. "The numbered code is meaningless. Saunière wrote it to make sure the investigation included cryptographers, ensuring that I would know as soon as
possible what had happened to him."
Langdon felt himself losing touch fast. Whether or not Sophie Neveu had lost her mind was at this point up for
33grabs, but at least Langdon now understood why she was trying to help him. P.S. Find Robert Langdon. She
apparently believed the curator had left her a cryptic postscript telling her to find Langdon. "But why do you think his message was for you?"
34"The Vitruvian Man," she said flatly. "That particular sketch has always been my favorite Da Vinci work. Tonight he used it to catch my attention."
"Hold on. You're saying the curator knew your favorite piece of art?" She nodded. "I'm sorry. This is all coming out of order. Jacques Saunière and I..."
Sophie's voice caught, and Langdon heard a sudden melancholy there, a painful past, simmering just below the surface. Sophie and Jacques Saunière apparently had some kind of special relationship. Langdon studied the beautiful young woman before him, well aware that aging men in France often took young mistresses. Even so,
35Sophie Neveu as a "kept woman" somehow didn't seem to fit.
36"We had a falling-out ten years ago," Sophie said, her voice a whisper now. "We've barely spoken since. Tonight, when Crypto got the call that he had been murdered, and I saw the images of his body and text on the floor, I realized he was trying to send me a message."
32 alibi /'@libai/ n. –s 不在犯罪现场的 证明 Have you an alibi? 你能证明不在犯罪现场吗? 33 up for grabs 很容易到手 34 Vitruvia adj. (古罗马建筑师)维特鲁威风格的 35 kept woman 外室, 靠男人养活的姘妇 36 falling-out n. 吵架, 争吵
"Because of The Vitruvian Man?"
"Yes. And the letters P.S."
37She shook her head. "P.S. are my initials."
"But your name is Sophie Neveu."
She looked away. "P.S. is the nickname he called me when I lived with him." She blushed. "It stood for Princesse Sophie"
Langdon had no response.
"Silly, I know," she said. "But it was years ago. When I was a little girl."
"You knew him when you were a little girl?"
"Quite well," she said, her eyes welling now with emotion. "Jacques Saunière was my grandfather."
"Where's Langdon?" Fache demanded, exhaling the last of a cigarette as he paced back into the command post.
"Still in the men's room, sir." Lieutenant Collet had been expecting the question.
Fache grumbled, "Taking his time, I see."
The captain eyed the GPS dot over Collet's shoulder, and Collet could almost hear the wheels turning. Fache was fighting the urge to go check on Langdon. Ideally, the subject of an observation was allowed the most time and
3839freedom possible, lulling him into a false sense of security. Langdon needed to return of his own volition. Still,
it had been almost ten minutes.
"Any chance Langdon is onto us?" Fache asked.
Collet shook his head. "We're still seeing small movements inside the men's room, so the GPS dot is obviously still on him. Perhaps he feels ill? If he had found the dot, he would have removed it and tried to run."
Fache checked his watch. "Fine."
40Still Fache seemed preoccupied. All evening, Collet had sensed an atypical intensity in his captain. Usually
detached and cool under pressure, Fache tonight seemed emotionally engaged, as if this were somehow a personal matter for him.
Not surprising, Collet thought. Fache needs this arrest desperately. Recently the Board of Ministers and the
41media had become more openly critical of Fache's aggressive tactics, his clashes with powerful foreign
42embassies, and his gross overbudgeting on new technologies. Tonight, a high-tech, high-profile arrest of an American would go a long way to silence Fache's critics, helping him secure the job a few more years until he could retire with the lucrative pension. God knows he needs the pension, Collet thought. Fache's zeal for technology had
hurt him both professionally and personally. Fache was rumored to have invested his entire savings in the
43technology craze a few years back and lost his shirt. And Fache is a man who wears only the finest shirts.
Tonight, there was still plenty of time. Sophie Neveu's odd interruption, though unfortunate, had been only a
44minor wrinkle. She was gone now, and Fache still had cards to play. He had yet to inform Langdon that his name
37 initial /i'niSl/ adj. 最初的, 初期的 an initial word 首字母缩略词(如NATO) || n. 首字母, [pl. ]姓名(或组织名称)开头字母 38 lull /l^l/ vt., vi. 使入睡?使休息 The monotonous voice of the movement of the train lulled me to sleep.
镇静?缓和 The wind lulled. 风停了。>>> n. 间歇；暂停?平静时期 39 volition /vou'liSn/ n. 意志(力), 决心; 决断, 愿欲 by [of] one's own volition 出于本人自已的意志, 自愿 40 atypical /ei'tipikl/ adj. ot conforming to type; unusual or irregular 41 clash n. 撞击声 the clash of weapons 武器的碰撞声the clash of swords 剑的撞击声
冲突 ~ of interests 利益冲突 a ~ of views 见解的冲突 a ~ of colors 色彩不调和 a ~ with the police a border ~
vi., vt. 冲突 The enemy armies clashed. 敌军发生冲突。 It's a pity the two concerts clash.
(色彩)不协调 His shirt clashed with his coat. 他的衬衫和他的外套不协调。 42 embassy /'emb..si/ n. (pl. -sies) 大使馆 American E-in China 美国驻华大使馆 || 大使的地位[职务]; 大使的派遣 43 lose one's shirt [俚]失去一切, 丧失全部财产 44 wrinkle n. (皮肤, 布等)皱褶, 皱纹 || 缺点, 错误
vt.,vi. (使)起皱 wrinkle (up)one's forehead 皱起额头 wrinkle with age 老得皮肤皱起
had been scrawled on the floor by the victim. P.S. Find Robert Langdon. The American's reaction to that little bit of
45evidence would be telling indeed.
"Captain?" one of the DCPJ agents now called from across the office. "I think you better take this call." He was holding out a telephone receiver, looking concerned.
"Who is it?" Fache said.
The agent frowned. "It's the director of our Cryptology Department."
"It's about Sophie Neveu, sir. Something is not quite right."
It was time.
Silas felt strong as he stepped from the black Audi, the nighttime breeze rustling his loose-fitting robe. The
46winds of change are in the air. He knew the task before him would require more finesse than force, and he left his
handgun in the car. The thirteen-round Heckler Koch USP 40 had been provided by the Teacher.
A weapon of death has no place in a house of God.
47The plaza before the great church was deserted at this hour, the only visible souls on the far side of Place
4849Saint-Sulpice a couple of teenage hookers showing their wares to the late night tourist traffic. Their nubile
50bodies sent a familiar longing to Silas's loins. His thigh flexed instinctively, causing the barbed cilice belt to cut
painfully into his flesh.
The lust evaporated instantly. For ten years now, Silas had faithfully denied himself all sexual indulgence,
even self-administered. It was The Way. He knew he had sacrificed much to follow Opus Dei, but he had received
5152much more in return. A vow of celibacy and the relinquishment of all personal assets hardly seemed a
sacrifice. Considering the poverty from which he had come and the sexual horrors he had endured in prison, celibacy was a welcome change.
Now, having returned to France for the first time since being arrested and shipped to prison in Andorra, Silas
53could feel his homeland testing him, dragging violent memories from his redeemed soul. You have been reborn,
he reminded himself. His service to God today had required the sin of murder, and it was a sacrifice Silas knew he would have to hold silently in his heart for all eternity.
The measure of your faith is the measure of the pain you can endure, the Teacher had told him. Silas was no
stranger to pain and felt eager to prove himself to the Teacher, the one who had assured him his actions were
54ordained by a higher power.
"Hago la obra de Dios," Silas whispered, moving now toward the church entrance.
Pausing in the shadow of the massive doorway, he took a deep breath. It was not until this instant that he truly realized what he was about to do, and what awaited him inside.
The keystone. It will lead us to our final goal.
He raised his ghost-white fist and banged three times on the door.
55Moments later, the bolts of the enormous wooden portal began to move.
45 telling adj. 有力的, 说明问题的 with telling effect 有显著效验 History is the most telling witness. 历史是最有力的见证人 46 finesse /fi'nes/ n. 手段, 技巧; 策略, 权术 a master of finesse 精通谋略 >>> vt. 用手段实现, 用巧计战胜 47 plaza /'pla:z../ n. [西](都市中的)广场, 集市场所 48 hooker /'huk../ n. 妓女；拉客的娼妓 49 nubile /'nju:bail, 'nju:bl/ adj. 适合结婚的, 具备结婚年龄或条件的 || 性成熟的, 性感的。用于年轻女子 50 flex vt., vi. 弯曲, 活动 flex one's stiff arm slowly 慢慢弯曲僵硬的手臂 51 celibacy /'selib..si/ n. 独身(生活), 禁欲 > celibate /'selibit/ n. 独身者, 独身主义者 >>> adj. 独身的, 未婚的, 禁欲的 52 relinquish /ri'liNkwiS/ vt. 放弃(计划, 信仰、希望等) relinquish bad habits 戒除不良习惯relinquish a claim 放弃要求
让出(权利、财产等), 把...交给(to) The small dog relinquished his bone to the big dog. 53 redeem vt. 赎回 to ~ my watch || 履行; 实践 to ~ one's promise 履行诺言 redeem sb. from 把某人从...中赎救出来 54 ordain /o:'dein/ vt. (命运)注定; (法律)规定;命令ordain death 注定得死 what the law ordains 法律所规定的内容
任命(牧师、圣职) He was ordained priest. 他被任命为牧师。 55 portal n. (大建筑物的)正门; 入口 || (河, 海)入口, 海峡; 桥门; 隧道门 || [诗]门, 入门 the portal of knowledge 知识之门
Sophie wondered how long it would take Fache to figure out she had not left the building. Seeing that Langdon was clearly overwhelmed, Sophie questioned whether she had done the right thing by cornering him here in the men's room.
What else was I supposed to do?
56She pictured her grandfather's body, naked and spread-eagle on the floor. There was a time when he had
meant the world to her, yet tonight, Sophie was surprised to feel almost no sadness for the man. Jacques Saunière was a stranger to her now. Their relationship had evaporated in a single instant one March night when she was twenty-two. Ten years ago. Sophie had come home a few days early from graduate university in England and mistakenly witnessed her grandfather engaged in something Sophie was obviously not supposed to see. It was an image she barely could believe to this day.
If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes...
Too ashamed and stunned to endure her grandfather's pained attempts to explain, Sophie immediately moved out on her own, taking money she had saved, and getting a small flat with some roommates. She vowed never to speak to anyone about what she had seen. Her grandfather tried desperately to reach her, sending cards and letters, begging Sophie to meet him so he could explain. Explain how!? Sophie never responded except once—to forbid
him ever to call her or try to meet her in public. She was afraid his explanation would be more terrifying than the incident itself.
Incredibly, Saunière had never given up on her, and Sophie now possessed a decade's worth of correspondence
57unopened in a dresser drawer. To her grandfather's credit, he had never once disobeyed her request and phoned
Until this afternoon.
58"Sophie?" His voice had sounded startlingly old on her answering machine. "I have abided by your wishes
for so long... and it pains me to call, but I must speak to you. Something terrible has happened."
Standing in the kitchen of her Paris flat, Sophie felt a chill to hear him again after all these years. His gentle
voice brought back a flood of fond childhood memories.
"Sophie, please listen." He was speaking English to her, as he always did when she was a little girl. Practice
French at school. Practice English at home. "You cannot be mad forever. Have you not read the letters that I've sent all these years? Do you not yet understand?" He paused. "We must speak at once. Please grant your grandfather this one wish. Call me at the Louvre. Right away. I believe you and I are in grave danger." Sophie stared at the answering machine. Danger? What was he talking about?
59"Princess..." Her grandfather's voice cracked with an emotion Sophie could not place. "I know I've kept
things from you, and I know it has cost me your love. But it was for your own safety. Now you must know the truth. Please, I must tell you the truth about your family."
Sophie suddenly could hear her own heart. My family? Sophie's parents had died when she was only four. Their
car went off a bridge into fast-moving water. Her grandmother and younger brother had also been in the car, and Sophie's entire family had been erased in an instant. She had a box of newspaper clippings to confirm it.
His words had sent an unexpected surge of longing through her bones. My family! In that fleeting instant,
Sophie saw images from the dream that had awoken her countless times when she was a little girl: My family is alive!
56 spread-eagle vt. 将，人或自己：四肢展开? 伸展四肢 57 to sb.'s credit 为某人增光 58 abide /..'baid/ vi., vt. 遵守; 服从(by) abide by promise 遵守诺言 || 居住; 同住(with) Abide with me. 和我住在一起吧。
容忍; 忍受 She can't abide watching horror films. 她不能看恐怖电影。 59 crack n. 破裂声; 爆裂声 a crack of thunder 雷声 || 裂缝?缝隙 There's a crack in this cup. The door opened just a crack.
分裂?裂开 || 突然的重击 || 试图?尝试 || 笑话?玩笑 || (嗓子的)变音；粗哑 at the crack of dawn 大清早
vt., vi. 发破裂声; 啪地响 The whip cracked. 鞭子劈啪地响。|| 破裂?打破 The vase cracked when it dropped.
打开?撬开 || 使，嗓音：变粗；变哑 His voice cracked with grief. 他的嗓子由于悲伤而变哑了。
说(笑话), 嘲弄 || 衰退?垮掉 || 重击; 击 || 揭开(秘密等) to crack a code 解开暗号 cracked up to be 以为
adj. 第一流的?顶呱呱的 a crack shot 神枪手
They are coming home! But, as in her dream, the pictures evaporated into oblivion.
Your family is dead, Sophie. They are not coming home.
"Sophie..." her grandfather said on the machine. "I have been waiting for years to tell you. Waiting for the right moment, but now time has run out. Call me at the Louvre. As soon as you get this. I'll wait here all night. I fear we both may be in danger. There's so much you need to know."
The message ended.
In the silence, Sophie stood trembling for what felt like minutes. As she considered her grandfather's message, only one possibility made sense, and his true intent dawned.
It was bait.
Obviously, her grandfather wanted desperately to see her. He was trying anything. Her disgust for the man
60deepened. Sophie wondered if maybe he had fallen terminally ill and had decided to attempt any ploy he could
think of to get Sophie to visit him one last time. If so, he had chosen wisely.
Now, standing in the darkness of the Louvre men's room, Sophie could hear the echoes of this afternoon's phone message. Sophie, we both may be in danger. Call me.
She had not called him. Nor had she planned to. Now, however, her skepticism had been deeply challenged. Her grandfather lay murdered inside his own museum. And he had written a code on the floor.
A code for her. Of this, she was certain.
Despite not understanding the meaning of his message, Sophie was certain its cryptic nature was additional proof that the words were intended for her. Sophie's passion and aptitude for cryptography were a product of
61growing up with Jacques Saunière—a fanatic himself for codes, word games, and puzzles. How many Sundays
did we spend doing the cryptograms and crosswords in the newspaper?
At the age of twelve, Sophie could finish the Le Monde crossword without any help, and her grandfather
graduated her to crosswords in English, mathematical puzzles, and substitution ciphers. Sophie devoured them all. Eventually she turned her passion into a profession by becoming a codebreaker for the Judicial Police.
Tonight, the cryptographer in Sophie was forced to respect the efficiency with which her grandfather had used a simple code to unite two total strangers—Sophie Neveu and Robert Langdon.
The question was why?
Unfortunately, from the bewildered look in Langdon's eyes, Sophie sensed the American had no more idea than she did why her grandfather had thrown them together.
She pressed again. "You and my grandfather had planned to meet tonight. What about?"
Langdon looked truly perplexed. "His secretary set the meeting and didn't offer any specific reason, and I didn't
62 of French cathedrals, was interested in ask. I assumed he'd heard I would be lecturing on the pagan iconography
the topic, and thought it would be fun to meet for drinks after the talk."
63Sophie didn't buy it. The connection was flimsy. Her grandfather knew more about pagan iconography than
anyone else on earth. Moreover, he an exceptionally private man, not someone prone to chatting with random
American professors unless there were an important reason.
Sophie took a deep breath and probed further. "My grandfather called me this afternoon and told me he and I
were in grave danger. Does that mean anything to you?"
Langdon's blue eyes now clouded with concern. "No, but considering what just happened..."
64Sophie nodded. Considering tonight's events, she would be a fool not to be frightened. Feeling drained, she
60 ploy n. ploys 花招?手法?窘敌策略 61 fanatic /f..'n@tik/ n. 狂热宗教徒, 盲信者 >>> adj. 盲信的, 狂热的, 入迷的 fanatic enthusiasm 狂热 62 iconography /aik..'nogr..fi/ n. 肖像学, 肖像画法 63 flimsy /'flimzi/ adj. 薄[弱]的, 脆弱的; 无力的This kind of paper is flimsy. 这种纸很薄。a flimsy excuse站不住脚的辩解
n. 薄纸, 打字纸 || 薄、脆、弱或不结实的东西 64 drain vt., vi. 排出?流掉 to drain pus 排脓 || 消耗; 损耗 >>> n. 排水管?排水道 || 损耗?消耗