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i recipe contained peanut oil。 An unsuspecting patron had died of anaphylactic shock at the table after a single bite。
〃Legaludec is probably a live…in here to avoid getting picked up。〃 The examiner looked amused。 〃His lucky night。〃
Collet sighed。 〃All right； you better forward this info to Captain Fache。〃
The examiner headed off just as another PTS agent burst into the living room。 〃Lieutenant！ We found something in the barn。〃
From the anxious look on the agent's face； Collet could only guess。 〃A body。〃
〃No； sir。 Something more。。。〃 He hesitated。 〃Unexpected。〃
Rubbing his eyes； Collet followed the agent out to the barn。 As they entered the musty； cavernous space； the agent motioned toward the center of the room； where a wooden ladder now ascended high into the rafters； propped against the ledge of a hayloft suspended high above them。
〃That ladder wasn't there earlier；〃 Collet said。
〃No； sir。 I set that up。 We were dusting for prints near the Rolls when I saw the ladder lying on the floor。 I wouldn't have given it a second thought except the rungs were worn and muddy。 This ladder gets regular use。 The height of the hayloft matched the ladder； so I raised it and climbed up to have a look。〃
Collet's eyes climbed the ladder's steep incline to the soaring hayloft。 Someone goes up there regularly？ From down here； the loft appeared to be a deserted platform； and yet admittedly most of it was invisible from this line of sight。
A senior PTS agent appeared at the top of the ladder； looking down。 〃You'll definitely want to see this； Lieutenant；〃 he said； waving Collet up with a latex…gloved hand。
Nodding tiredly； Collet walked over to the base of the old ladder and grasped the bottom rungs。 The ladder was an antique tapered design and narrowed as Collet ascended。 As he neared the top； Collet almost lost his footing on a thin rung。 The barn below him spun。 Alert now； he moved on； finally reaching the top。 The agent above him reached out； offering his wrist。 Collet grabbed it and made the awkward transition onto the platform。
〃It's over there；〃 the PTS agent said； pointing deep into the immaculately clean loft。 〃Only one set of prints up here。 We'll have an ID shortly。〃
Collet squinted through the dim light toward the far wall。 What the hell？ Nestled against the far wall sat an elaborate puter workstation—two tower CPUs； a flat…screen video monitor with speakers； an array of hard drives； and a multichannel audio console that appeared to have its own filtered power supply。
Why in the world would anyone work all the way up here？ Collet moved toward the gear。 〃Have you examined the system？〃
〃It's a listening post。〃
Collet spun。 〃Surveillance？〃
The agent nodded。 〃Very advanced surveillance。〃 He motioned to a long project table strewn with electronic parts； manuals； tools； wires； soldering irons； and other electronic ponents。 〃Someone clearly knows what he's doing。 A lot of this gear is as sophisticated as our own equipment。 Miniature microphones； photoelectric recharging cells； high…capacity RAM chips。 He's even got some of those new nano drives。〃
Collet was impressed。
〃Here's a plete system；〃 the agent said； handing Collet an assembly not much larger than a pocket calculator。 Dangling off the contraption was a foot…long wire with a stamp…sized piece of wafer…thin foil stuck on the end。 〃The base is a high…capacity hard disk audio recording system with rechargeable battery。 That strip of foil at the end of the wire is a bination microphone and photoelectric recharging cell。〃
Collet knew them well。 These foil…like； photocell microphones had been an enormous breakthrough a few years back。 Now； a hard disk recorder could be affixed behind a lamp； for example； with its foil microphone molded into the contour of the base and dyed to match。 As long as the microphone was positioned such that it received a few hours of sunlight per day； the photo cells would keep recharging the system。 Bugs like this one could listen indefinitely。
〃Reception method？〃 Collet asked。
The agent signaled to an insulated wire that ran out of the back of the puter； up the wall； through a hole in the barn roof。 〃Simple radio wave。 Small antenna on the roof。〃
Collet knew these recording systems were generally placed in offices； were voice…activated to save hard disk space； and recorded snippets of conversation during the day； transmitting pressed audio files at night to avoid detection。 After transmitting； the hard drive erased itself and prepared to do it all over again the next day。
Collet's gaze moved now to a shelf on which were stacked several hundred audio cassettes； all labeled with dates and numbers。 Someone has been very busy。 He turned back to the agent。 〃Do you have any idea what target is being bugged？〃
〃Well； Lieutenant；〃 the agent said； walking to the puter and launching a piece of software。 〃It's the strangest thing。。。。〃
CHAPTER 88
Langdon felt utterly spent as he and Sophie hurdled a turnstile at the Temple tube station and dashed deep into the grimy labyrinth of tunnels and platforms。 The guilt ripped through him。
I involved Leigh； and now he's in enormous danger。
Rémy's involvement had been a shock； and yet it made sense。 Whoever was pursuing the Grail had recruited someone on the inside。 They went to Teabing's for the same reason I did。 Throughout history； those who held knowledge of the Grail had always been magnets for thieves and scholars alike。 The fact that Teabing had been a target all along should have made Langdon feel less guilty about involving him。 It did not。 We need to find Leigh and help him。 Immediately。
Langdon followed Sophie to the westbound District and Circle Line platform； where she hurried to a pay phone to call the police； despite Rémy's warning to the contrary。 Langdon sat on a grungy bench nearby； feeling remorseful。
〃The best way to help Leigh；〃 Sophie reiterated as she dialed； 〃is to involve the London authorities immediately。 Trust me。〃
Langdon had not initially agreed with this idea； but as they had hatched their plan； Sophie's logic began to make sense。 Teabing was safe at the moment。 Even if Rémy and the others knew where the knight's tomb was located； they still might need Teabing's help deciphering the orb reference。 What worried Langdon was what would happen after the Grail map had been found。 Leigh will bee a huge liability。
If Langdon were to have any chance of helping Leigh； or of ever seeing the keystone again； it was essential that he find the tomb first。 Unfortunately； Rémy has a big head start。
Slowing Rémy down had bee Sophie's task。
Finding the right tomb had bee Langdon's。
Sophie would make Rémy and Silas fugitives of the London police； forcing them into hiding or； better yet； catching them。 Langdon's plan was less certain—to take the tube to nearby King's College； which was renowned for its electronic theological database。 The ultimate research tool； Langdon had heard。 Instant answers to any religious historical question。 He wondered what the database would have to say about 〃a knight a Pope interred。〃
He stood up and paced； wishing the train would hurry。
At the pay phone； Sophie's call finally connected to the London police。
〃Snow Hill Division；〃 the dispatcher said。 〃How may I direct your call？〃
〃I'm reporting a kidnapping。〃 Sophie knew to be concise。
〃Name please？〃
Sophie paused。 〃Agent Sophie Neveu with the French Judicial Police。〃
The title had the desired effect。 〃Right away； ma'am。 Let me get a detective on the line for you。〃
As the call went through； Sophie began wondering if the police would even believe her description of Teabing's captors。 A man in a tuxedo。 How much easier to identify could a suspect be？ Even if Rémy changed clothes； he was partnered with an albino monk。 Impossible to miss。 Moreover； they had a hostage and could not take public transportation。 She wondered how many Jaguar stretch limos there could be in London。
Sophie's connection to the detective seemed to be taking forever。 e on！ She could hear the line clicking and buzzing； as if she was being transferred。
Fifteen seconds passed。
Finally a man came on the line。 〃Agent Neveu？〃
Stunned； Sophie registered the gruff tone immediately。
〃Agent Neveu；〃 Bezu Fache demanded。 〃Where the hell are you？〃
Sophie was speechless。 Captain Fache had apparently requested the London police dispatcher alert him if Sophie called in。
〃Listen；〃 Fache said； speaking to her in terse French。 〃I made a terrible mistake tonight。 Robert Langdon is innocent。 All charges against him have been dropped。 Even so； both of you are in danger。 You need to e in。〃
Sophie's jaw fell slack。 She had no idea how to respond。 Fache was not a man who apologized for anything。
〃You did not tell me；〃 Fache continued； 〃that Jacques Saunière was your grandfather。 I fully intend to overlook your insubordination last night on account of the emotional stress you must be under。 At the moment； however； you and Langdon need to go to the nearest London police headquarters for refuge。〃
He knows I'm in London？ What else does Fache know？ Sophie heard what sounded like drilling or machinery in the background。 She also heard an odd clicking on the line。 〃Are you tracing this call； Captain？〃
Fache's voice was firm now。 〃You and I need to