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　Finding　the　men's　room　door；　Langdon　entered　and　turned　on　the　lights。
　The　room　was　empty。
　Walking　to　the　sink；　he　splashed　cold　water　on　his　face　and　tried　to　wake　up。　Harsh　fluorescent　lights　glared　off　the　stark　tile；　and　the　room　smelled　of　ammonia。　As　he　toweled　off；　the　rest　room's　door　creaked　open　behind　him。　He　spun。
　Sophie　Neveu　entered；　her　green　eyes　flashing　fear。　〃Thank　God　you　came。　We　don't　have　much　time。〃
　Langdon　stood　beside　the　sinks；　staring　in　bewilderment　at　DCPJ　cryptographer　Sophie　Neveu。　Only　minutes　ago；　Langdon　had　listened　to　her　phone　message；　thinking　the　newly　arrived　cryptographer　must　be　insane。　And　yet；　the　more　he　listened；　the　more　he　sensed　Sophie　Neveu　was　speaking　in　earnest。　Do　not　react　to　this　message。　Just　listen　calmly。　You　are　in　danger　right　now。　Follow　my　directions　very　closely。　Filled　with　uncertainty；　Langdon　had　decided　to　do　exactly　as　Sophie　advised。　He　told　Fache　that　the　phone　message　was　regarding　an　injured　friend　back　home。　Then　he　had　asked　to　use　the　rest　room　at　the　end　of　the　Grand　Gallery。
　Sophie　stood　before　him　now；　still　catching　her　breath　after　doubling　back　to　the　rest　room。　In　the　fluorescent　lights；　Langdon　was　surprised　to　see　that　her　strong　air　actually　radiated　from　unexpectedly　soft　features。　Only　her　gaze　was　sharp；　and　the　juxtaposition　conjured　images　of　a　multilayered　Renoir　portrait。。。　veiled　but　distinct；　with　a　boldness　that　somehow　retained　its　shroud　of　mystery。
　〃I　wanted　to　warn　you；　Mr。　Langdon。。。〃　Sophie　began；　still　catching　her　breath；　〃that　you　are　sous　surveillance　cachée。　Under　a　guarded　observation。〃　As　she　spoke；　her　accented　English　resonated　off　the　tile　walls；　giving　her　voice　a　hollow　quality。
　〃But。。。　why？〃　Langdon　demanded。　Sophie　had　already　given　him　an　explanation　on　the　phone；　but　he　wanted　to　hear　it　from　her　lips。
　〃Because；〃　she　said；　stepping　toward　him；　〃Fache's　primary　suspect　in　this　murder　is　you。〃
　Langdon　was　braced　for　the　words；　and　yet　they　still　sounded　utterly　ridiculous。　According　to　Sophie；　Langdon　had　been　called　to　the　Louvre　tonight　not　as　a　symbologist　but　rather　as　a　suspect　and　was　currently　the　unwitting　target　of　one　of　DCPJ's　favorite　interrogation　methods…surveillance　cachée…a　deft　deception　in　which　the　police　calmly　invited　a　suspect　to　a　crime　scene　and　interviewed　him　in　hopes　he　would　get　nervous　and　mistakenly　incriminate　himself。
　〃Look　in　your　jacket's　left　pocket；〃　Sophie　said。　〃You'll　find　proof　they　are　watching　you。〃
　Langdon　felt　his　apprehension　rising。　Look　in　my　pocket？　It　sounded　like　some　kind　of　cheap　magic　trick。
　〃Just　look。〃
　Bewildered；　Langdon　reached　his　hand　into　his　tweed　jacket's　left　pocket…one　he　never　used。　Feeling　around　inside；　he　found　nothing。　What　the　devil　did　you　expect？　He　began　wondering　if　Sophie　might　just　be　insane　after　all。　Then　his　fingers　brushed　something　unexpected。　Small　and　hard。　Pinching　the　tiny　object　between　his　fingers；　Langdon　pulled　it　out　and　stared　in　astonishment。　It　was　a　metallic；　button…shaped　disk；　about　the　size　of　a　watch　battery。　He　had　never　seen　it　before。　〃What　the。。。？〃
　〃GPS　tracking　dot；〃　Sophie　said。　〃Continuously　transmits　its　location　to　a　Global　Positioning　System　satellite　that　DCPJ　can　monitor。　We　use　them　to　monitor　people's　locations。　It's　accurate　within　two　feet　anywhere　on　the　globe。　They　have　you　on　an　electronic　leash。　The　agent　who　picked　you　up　at　the　hotel　slipped　it　inside　your　pocket　before　you　left　your　room。〃
　Langdon　flashed　back　to　the　hotel　room。。。　his　quick　shower；　getting　dressed；　the　DCPJ　agent　politely　holding　out　Langdon's　tweed　coat　as　they　left　the　room。　It's　cool　outside；　Mr。　Langdon；　the　agent　had　said。　Spring　in　Paris　is　not　all　your　song　boasts。　Langdon　had　thanked　him　and　donned　the　jacket。
　Sophie's　olive　gaze　was　keen。　〃I　didn't　tell　you　about　the　tracking　dot　earlier　because　I　didn't　want　you　checking　your　pocket　in　front　of　Fache。　He　can't　know　you've　found　it。〃
　Langdon　had　no　idea　how　to　respond。
　〃They　tagged　you　with　GPS　because　they　thought　you　might　run。〃　She　paused。　〃In　fact；　they　hoped　you　would　run；　it　would　make　their　case　stronger。〃
　〃Why　would　I　run！〃　Langdon　demanded。　〃I'm　innocent！〃
　〃Fache　feels　otherwise。〃
　Angrily；　Langdon　stalked　toward　the　trash　receptacle　to　dispose　of　the　tracking　dot。
　〃No！〃　Sophie　grabbed　his　arm　and　stopped　him。　〃Leave　it　in　your　pocket。　If　you　throw　it　out；　the　signal　will　stop　moving；　and　they'll　know　you　found　the　dot。　The　only　reason　Fache　left　you　alone　is　because　he　can　monitor　where　you　are。　If　he　thinks　you've　discovered　what　he's　doing。。。〃　Sophie　did　not　finish　the　thought。　Instead；　she　pried　the　metallic　disk　from　Langdon's　hand　and　slid　it　back　into　the　pocket　of　his　tweed　coat。　〃The　dot　stays　with　you。　At　least　for　the　moment。〃
　Langdon　felt　lost。　〃How　the　hell　could　Fache　actually　believe　I　killed　Jacques　Saunière！〃
　〃He　has　some　fairly　persuasive　reasons　to　suspect　you。〃　Sophie's　expression　was　grim。　〃There　is　a　piece　of　evidence　here　that　you　have　not　yet　seen。　Fache　has　kept　it　carefully　hidden　from　you。〃
　Langdon　could　only　stare。
　〃Do　you　recall　the　three　lines　of　text　that　Saunière　wrote　on　the　floor？〃
　Langdon　nodded。　The　numbers　and　words　were　imprinted　on　Langdon's　mind。
　Sophie's　voice　dropped　to　a　whisper　now。　〃Unfortunately；　what　you　saw　was　not　the　entire　message。　There　was　a　fourth　line　that　Fache　photographed　and　then　wiped　clean　before　you　arrived。〃
　Although　Langdon　knew　the　soluble　ink　of　a　watermark　stylus　could　easily　be　wiped　away；　he　could　not　imagine　why　Fache　would　erase　evidence。
　〃The　last　line　of　the　message；〃　Sophie　said；　〃was　something　Fache　did　not　want　you　to　know　about。〃　She　paused。　〃At　least　not　until　he　was　done　with　you。〃
　Sophie　produced　a　puter　printout　of　a　photo　from　her　sweater　pocket　and　began　unfolding　it。　〃Fache　uploaded　images　of　the　crime　scene　to　the　Cryptology　Department　earlier　tonight　in　hopes　we　could　figure　out　what　Saunière's　message　was　trying　to　say。　This　is　a　photo　of　the　plete　message。〃　She　handed　the　page　to　Langdon。
　Bewildered；　Langdon　looked　at　the　image。　The　close…up　photo　revealed　the　glowing　message　on　the　parquet　floor。　The　final　line　hit　Langdon　like　a　kick　in　the　gut。
　13…3…2…21…1…1…8…5
　O；　Draconian　devil！
　Oh；　lame　saint！
　P。S。　Find　Robert　Langdon
　　
　　
　CHAPTER　13
　
　For　several　seconds；　Langdon　stared　in　wonder　at　the　photograph　of　Saunière's　postscript。　P。S。　Find　Robert　Langdon。　He　felt　as　if　the　floor　were　tilting　beneath　his　feet。　Saunière　left　a　postscript　with　my　name　on　it？　In　his　wildest　dreams；　Langdon　could　not　fathom　why。
　〃Now　do　you　understand；〃　Sophie　said；　her　eyes　urgent；　〃why　Fache　ordered　you　here　tonight；　and　why　you　are　his　primary　suspect？〃
　The　only　thing　Langdon　understood　at　the　moment　was　why　Fache　had　looked　so　smug　when　Langdon　suggested　Saunière　would　have　accused　his　killer　by　name。
　Find　Robert　Langdon。
　〃Why　would　Saunière　write　this？〃　Langdon　demanded；　his　confusion　now　giving　way　to　anger。　〃Why　would　I　want　to　kill　Jacques　Saunière？〃
　〃Fache　has　yet　to　uncover　a　motive；　but　he　has　been　recording　his　entire　conversation　with　you　tonight　in　hopes　you　might　reveal　one。〃
　Langdon　opened　his　mouth；　but　still　no　words　came。
　〃He's　fitted　with　a　miniature　microphone；〃　Sophie　explained。　〃It's　connected　to　a　transmitter　in　his　pocket　that　radios　the　signal　back　to　the　mand　post。〃
　〃This　is　impossible；〃　Langdon　stammered。　〃I　have　an　alibi。　I　went　directly　back　to　my　hotel　after　my　lecture。　You　can　ask　the　hotel　desk。〃
　〃Fache　already　did。　His　report　shows　you　retrieving　your　room　key　from　the　concierge　at　about　ten…thirty。　Unfortunately；　the　time　of　the　murder　was　closer　to　eleven。　You　easily　could　have　left　your　hotel　room　unseen。〃
　〃This　is　insanity！　Fache　has　no　evidence！〃
　Sophie's　eyes　widened　as　if　to　say：　No　evidence？　〃Mr。　Langdon；　your　name　is　written　on　the　floor　beside　the　body；　and　Saunière's　date　book　says　you　were　with　him　at　approximately　the　time　of　the　murder。〃　She　paused。　〃Fache　has　more　than　enough　evidence　to　take　you　into　custody　for　questioning。〃
　Langdon　suddenly　sensed　that　he　needed　a　lawyer。　〃I　didn't　do　this。〃
　Sophie　sighed。　〃This　is　not　American　television；　Mr。　Langdon。　In　France；　the　laws　protect　the　police；　not　criminals。　Unfortunately；　in　this　case；　there　is　also　the　media　consideration。　Jacques　Saunière　was　a　very　prominent　and　well…loved　figure　in　Paris；　and　his　murder　will　be　news　in　the　morning。　Fache　will　be　under　immediate　pressure　to　make　a　statement；　and　he　looks　a　lot　better　having　a　suspect　in　custody　already。　Whether　or　not　you　are　guilty；　you　most　certainly　will　be　held　by　DCPJ　until　they　can　figure　out　what　really　happened。〃
　Langdon　felt　like　a　caged　animal。　〃Why　are　you　telling　me　all　this？〃
　〃Because；　Mr。　Langdon；　I　believe　you　are　innocent。〃　Sophie　looked　away　for　a　moment　and　then　back　into　his　eyes。　〃And　also　because　it　is　partially　my　fault　that　you're　in　trouble。〃
　〃I'm　sorry？　It's　your　fault　Saunière　is　trying　to　frame　me？〃
　〃Saunière　wasn't　trying　to　frame　you。　It　was　a　mistake。　That　message　on　the　floor　was　meant　for　me。〃
　Langdon　needed　a　minute　to　process　that　one。　〃I　beg　your　pardon？〃
　〃That　message　wasn't　for　the　police。　He　wrote　it　for　me。　I　think　he　was　forced　to　do　everything　in　such　a　hurry　that　he　just　didn't　realize　how　it　would　look　to　the　police。〃　She　paused。　〃The　numbered　code　is　meaningless。　Saunière　wrote　it　to　make　sure　the　investigation　included　cryptographers；　ensuring　that　I　would　know　as　soon　as　possible　what　had　happened　to　him。〃
　Langdon　felt　himself　losing　touch　fast。　Whether　or　not　Sophie　Neveu　had　lost　her　mind　was　at　this　point　up　for　grabs；　but　at　least　Langdon　now　understood　why　she　was　trying　to　help　him。　P。S。　Find　Robert　Langdon。　She　apparently　believed　the　curator　had　left　her　a　cryptic　postscript　telling　her　to　find　Langdon。　〃But　why　do　you　think　his　message　was　for　you？〃
　〃The　Vitruvian　Man；〃　she　said　flatly。　〃That　particular　sketch　has　always　been　my　favorite　Da　Vinci　work。　Tonight　he　used　it　to　catch　my　attention。〃
　〃Hold　on。　You're　saying　the　curator　knew　your　favorite　piece　of　art？〃　She　nodded。　〃I'm　sorry。　This　is　all　ing