Chapter 67

           TheRangeRoverwasJavaBlackPearl,four-wheeldrive,standardtransmission,withhigh-strengthpolypropylenelamps,rearlightclusterfittings,andthesteeringwheelontheright.

           Langdonwaspleasedhewasnotdriving.

           Teabing’smanservantRémy,onordersfromhismaster,wasdoinganimpressivejobofmaneuveringthevehicleacrossthemoonlitfieldsbehindChâteauVillette.Withnoheadlights,hehadcrossedanopenknollandwasnowdescendingalongslope,movingfartherawayfromtheestate.Heseemedtobeheadingtowardajaggedsilhouetteofwoodedlandinthedistance.

           Langdon,cradlingthekeystone,turnedinthepassengerseatandeyedTeabingandSophieinthebackseat.

           «How’syourhead,Robert?»Sophieasked,soundingconcerned.Langdonforcedapainedsmile.«Better,thanks.»Itwaskillinghim.Besideher,Teabingglancedoverhisshoulderattheboundandgaggedmonklyinginthecrampedluggageareabehindthebackseat.Teabinghadthemonk’sgunonhislapandlookedlikeanoldphotoofaBritishsafarichapposingoverhiskill.

           «Sogladyoupoppedinthisevening,Robert,»Teabingsaid,grinningasifhewerehavingfunforthefirsttimeinyears.

           «Sorrytogetyouinvolvedinthis,Leigh.»

           «Oh,please,I’vewaitedmyentirelifetobeinvolved.»TeabinglookedpastLangdonoutthewindshieldattheshadowofalonghedgerow.HetappedRémyontheshoulderfrombehind.»Remember,nobrakelights.Usetheemergencybrakeifyouneedit.Iwanttogetintothewoodsabit.Noreasontoriskthemseeingusfromthehouse.