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Chapter 21

           «I’llseeyouattheembassy,Mr.Langdon.»Langdonlookeddispleased.«I’llmeetyouthereononecondition,»hereplied,hisvoicestern.Shepaused,startled.«What’sthat?»

           «ThatyoustopcallingmeMr.Langdon.»

           SophiedetectedthefainthintofalopsidedgringrowingacrossLangdon’sface,andshefeltherselfsmileback.«Goodluck,Robert.»

           WhenLangdonreachedthelandingatthebottomofthestairs,theunmistakablesmelloflinseedoilandplasterdustassaultedhisnostrils.Ahead,anilluminatedSORTIE/EXITdisplayedanarrowpointingdownalongcorridor.

           Langdonsteppedintothehallway.

           Totherightgapedamurkyrestorationstudiooutofwhichpeeredanarmyofstatuesinvariousstatesofrepair.Totheleft,LangdonsawasuiteofstudiosthatresembledHarvardartclassroomsrowsofeasels,paintings,palettes,framingtoolsanartassemblyline.

           Ashemoveddownthehallway,LangdonwonderedifatanymomenthemightawakewithastartinhisbedinCambridge.Theentireeveninghadfeltlikeabizarredream.I’mabouttodashoutoftheLouvre…afugitive.

           Saunière’scleveranagrammaticmessagewasstillonhismind,andLangdonwonderedwhatSophiewouldfindattheMonaLisa…ifanything.Shehadseemedcertainhergrandfathermeantforhertovisitthefamouspaintingonemoretime.Asplausibleaninterpretationasthisseemed,Langdonfelthauntednowbyatroublingparadox.

           P.S.FindRobertLangdon.

           SaunièrehadwrittenLangdon’snameonthefloor,commandingSophietofindhim

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