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Chapter 16

           Moreover,heanexceptionallyprivateman,notsomeonepronetochattingwithrandomAmericanprofessorsunlesstherewereanimportantreason.

           Sophietookadeepbreathandprobedfurther.«MygrandfathercalledmethisafternoonandtoldmeheandIwereingravedanger.Doesthatmeananythingtoyou?»Langdon’sblueeyesnowcloudedwithconcern.«No,butconsideringwhatjusthappened…»Sophienodded.Consideringtonight’sevents,shewouldbeafoolnottobefrightened.Feelingdrained,shewalkedtothesmallplate-glasswindowatthefarendofthebathroomandgazedoutinsilencethroughthemeshofalarmtapeembeddedintheglass.Theywerehighupfortyfeetatleast.

           Sighing,sheraisedhereyesandgazedoutatParis’sdazzlinglandscape.Onherleft,acrosstheSeine,theilluminatedEiffelTower.Straightahead,theArcdeTriomphe.Andtotheright,highatoptheslopingriseofMontmartre,thegracefularabesquedomeofSacré-Coeur,itspolishedstoneglowingwhitelikearesplendentsanctuary.

           HereatthewesternmosttipoftheDenonWing,thenorth-souththoroughfareofPlaceduCarrouselranalmostflushwiththebuildingwithonlyanarrowsidewalkseparatingitfromtheLouvre’souterwall.Farbelow,theusualcaravanofthecity’snighttimedeliverytruckssatidling,waitingforthesignalstochange,theirrunninglightsseemingtotwinklemockinglyupatSophie.

           «Idon’tknowwhattosay,»Langdonsaid,comingupbehindher.«Yourgrandfatherisobviouslytryingtotellussomething.I’msorryI’msolittlehelp.

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