Beardsley was stunned. "And you know the tombs' whereabouts?""Of course. Later, I will tell you. For the moment, you must act quickly. If others figure out the true location of the tomb and leave the church before you take the cryptex, we could lose everything."Beardsley didn't give a damn about the cryptex and its contents, except the Teacher refused to pay him until it was found. Beardsley every time thought of the money he would soon have. He had pictured the beach town he saw on TV. Where he planned to live out his days basking in the sun and letting others serve him for a change.Now, however, in the church, in which Jimmy threatened to break the Archstone, Beardsley's future was at risk. Unable to bear the thought of coming this close only to lose everything, he made the decision to take bold action. The gun in his hand was a concealable small- caliber, but it would be seriously deadly at close range.Stepping from the shadows, Beardsley marched into the circular chamber and a
In Château Sunnyvale's fireplace in the drawing room Suslowicz paced as he read the faxes from Interpol. Not at all what he expected.Fombellida Alexandra, according to official records, was a model citizen. No police record - not even a parking ticket. Educated, he had a degree in international finance. Interpol said Alexandra's name appeared in the newspaper from time to time, but always in a positive light. Apparently the man had helped design the security parameters that kept the bank a leader in ultramodern world of electronic security. Alexandra's credit card records showed a penchant for art books, expensive wine, and classical CD's-which he apparently enjoyed on an exceptionally high-end stereo system he had bought several years ago.Suslowicz sighed.The only red flag tonight from Interpol had been a set of fingerprints that apparently belonged to Rodriguez's manservant. The chief examiner was reading the report in a comfortable chair across the room.Suslowicz looked over. "
Jimmy felt completely spent as he and McEwan hurled a turnstile at the church tube station and dashed deep into the grimy labyrinth of tunnels and platforms. The guilt ripped through him. Beardsley's involvement had been a shock, and yet it made sense. Whoever was on the quest with them had recruited someone on the inside. Throughout history, those who held knowledge of the Archstone had always been magnets for thieves and scholars alike. The fact that Rodriguez had been a target all along should have made Jimmy feel less guilty about being involved. It did not.Jimmy followed McEwan to Western District and the circle line platform, where she hurried to pay a phone to call the police, despite Beardsley's warning to the contrary. Jimmy sat on a grungy bench nearby, feeling remorseful."The best way to help Albert," McEwan reiterated as she dialed, "is to involve the London authorities immediately. Trust me."Jimmy had not initially agreed with this idea, but as they had hatched their
In the storey at Château Sunnyvale, Suslowicz stared at the monitor in surprise. "This system eavesdropping on all these locations?""Yes," the agent said. "It looks like data has been collected for over twelve months now."Suslowicz read the list again, speechless.The agent pointed to the screen. "Number four is of obvious concern."Suslowicz nodded blankly. He noticed it immediately. Marquis Esquibel was being bugged. He looked at the rest of the list again. "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 speaker cracked to life. Suslowicz could not believe his ears. "That's me! That's my voice!" He recalled sitting at Esquibel's desk and radioing Romano in the Grand Gallery to alert him of McEwan's arrival.The agent nodded. "A lot of our investigation tonight at Louvre would have been audible if someone had been interested.""Have you sent in to sweep for the bug?""No need. I know exactly where it is."
Jimmy still felt shaken as he and McEwan came from the rain and entered the library. The primary research room was as Rodriguez had described it - a dramatic octagonal chamber dominated by an enormous round table with twelve flat-screen computer workstations. On the far side of the room, a reference librarian was just pouring a pot of tea and settling in for the day of work. "Good morning," she said in a beautiful British accent, leaving the tea and walking over. "May I help you?""Thank you, yes please," Jimmy replied. "My name is-""Jimmy Davis." She gave a pleasant smile. "I know who you are."For instance, he feared Romano had put him on English television as well, but the librarian's smile suggested otherwise. Jimmy had not gotten used to these moments of unexpected celebrity. Then again, if anyone on earth were going to recognize his face, it would be a Librium in a religious studies reference facility."Anita Istredd," the librarian said, offering her hand. She had a friend
Copus peccate's headquarter in London is a modest brick building. Amorth had never been here, but he felt a rising sense of refuge and asylum as he approached the building on foot. Despite the rain, Beardsley had dropped him off a short distance away in order to keep the limousine off the main Streets. Amorth didn't mind the walk. The rain was cleansing.At Beardsley's suggestion, Amorth had wiped down his gun and dispose of it through the sewer grate. He was glad to get rid of it. He felt lighter. His legs still ache from being bound all the time, but he had endured far greater pain. He wondered, though, about Rodriguez, who Beardsley had left bound in the back of the limousine. The Briton certainly had to be feeling pain by now."What will you do with him?" Amorth had asked Beardsley as they drove over here.Beardsley had shrugged. "That is a decision the Teacher would make." There was an odd finality in his tone.Now, as Amorth approached the building, the rain began to fall harder
Jimmy had not gotten his eyes off the computer screen since the search began. He was starting to get worried.Anita Istredd was in the adjoining room, preparing hot drinks. Jimmy and Sophie had inquired unwisely if there might be some coffee brewing alongside the tea Istredd had offered, and from the sound of the microwave beeps in the next room, Jimmy suspected their request was about to be rewarded with instant Nescafe.Finally, the computer pinged happily."Sounds like you got another," Istredd called from the next room. "What does it say?"Jimmy looked at the screen, disappointed.They sat patiently in front of the screen and waited through two more dubious returns. When the computer pinged again, nothing interesting happened.Istredd peeked back in the doorway, holding a packet of instant coffee. "You don't want the full text," Istredd called. "Click on the hypertext title. The computer will display your keyword hits along with mono prelogs and triple post logs for context."Jim
Jimmy and McEwan moved slowly down the north aisle, keeping the shadows behind the ample pillars that separated it from the open nave. Despite having traveled more than halfway down the nave, they still had no clear view of the tomb. The sarcophagus was recessed in a niche, obscured from this oblique angle."At least there's nobody over there," McEwan whispered.Jimmy nodded, relieved. The entire section of the nave near Klaus' tomb was deserted. "I'll go over," he whispered. "You should stay hidden just in case someone-"McEwan had already stepped from the shadows and was headed across the open floor."-is watching," Jimmy sighed, hurrying to join her.Crossing the massive nave on a diagonal, Jimmy and McEwan remained silent as the elaborate sepulcher revealed itself in Tantalus increments… a black-marble sarcophagus… a reclining statue of Klaus… two winged boys… a huge pyramid… and… an enormous orb."Did you know about that?" McEwan said, sounding startled.Jimmy shook his head, als