Collet studied the photo and turned. "This is peculiar?" "Turn it over." On the back, Collet found notations scrawled in English, describing a cathedral's long hollow nave as a secret pagan tribute to a woman's womb. This was strange. The notation describing the cathedral's doorway, however, was what startled him. "Hold on! He thinks a cathedral's entrance represents a woman's..."
The examiner nodded. "Complete with receding labial ridges and a nice little cinquefoil clitoris above the doorway." He sighed. "Kind of makes you want to go back to church."
Collet picked up the second evidence bag. Through the plastic, he could see a large glossy photograph of what appeared to be an old document. The heading at the top read:
Les Dossiers Secrets - Number 4o lm1 249
"What's this?" Collet asked.
"No idea. He's got copies of it all over the place, so I bagged it." Collet studied the document.
PRIEURE DE SIGN - LES NAUTONIERS/GRAND MASTERS
JEAN DE GISORS
1188-1220
MARIE DE SAINT-CLAIR
1220-1266
GUILLAUME DE GlSORS
1266-1307
EDOUARD DE BAR
1307-1336
JEANNE DE BAR
1336-1351
JEAN DE SAINT-CLAIR
1351-1366
BLANCE D'EVREUX
1366-1398
NICOLAS FLAMEL
1398-1418
RENE D'ANJOU
1418-1480
IOLANDE DE BAR
1480-1483
SANDRO BOTTICELLI
1483-1510
LEONARDO DA VINCI
1510-1519
CONNETABLE DE BOURBON
1519-1527
FERDINAND DE GONZAQUE
1527-1575
LOUIS DE NEVERS
1575-1595
ROBERT FLUDD
1595-1637
J. VALENTIN ANDREA
1637-1654
ROBERT BOYLE
1654-1691
ISAAC NEWTON
1691-1727
CHARLES RADCLYFFE
1727-1746
CHARLES DE LORRAINE
1746-1780
MAXIMILIAN DE LORRAINE
1780-1801
CHARLES NODIER
1801-1844
VICTOR HUGO
1844-1885
CLAUDE DEBUSSY
1885-1918
JEAN COCTEAU
1918-1963
Prieure de Sion? Collet wondered.
"Lieutenant?" Another agent stuck his head in. "The switchboard has an urgent call for Captain Fache, but they can't reach him. Will you take it?" Collet returned to the kitchen and took the call. It was Andre Vernet.
The banker's refined accent did little to mask the tension in his voice. "I thought Captain Fache said he would call me, but I have not yet heard from him."
"The captain is quite busy," Collet replied. "May I help you?"
"I was assured I would be kept abreast of your progress tonight."
For a moment, Collet thought he recognized the timbre of the man's voice, but he couldn't quite place it. "Monsieur Vernet, I am currently in charge of the Paris investigation. My name is Lieutenant Collet."
There was a long pause on the line. "Lieutenant, I have another call coming in. Please excuse me. I will call you later." He hung up.
For several seconds, Collet held the receiver. Then it dawned on him. I knew I recognized that voice! The revelation made him gasp.
The armored car driver.With the fake Rolex. Collet now understood why the banker had hung up so quickly. Vernet had remembered the name Lieutenant Collet - the officer he blatantly lied to earlier tonight.
Collet pondered the implications of this bizarre development. Vernet is involved.Instinctively, he knew he should call Fache. Emotionally, he knew this lucky break was going to be his moment to shine.
He immediately called Interpol and requested every shred of information they could find on the Depository Bank of Zurich and its president, Andre Vernet.
CHAPTER 80
"Seat belts, please," Teabing's pilot announced as the Hawker 731 descended into a gloomy morning drizzle. "We'll be landing in five minutes."
Teabing felt a joyous sense of homecoming when he saw the misty hills of Kent spreading wide beneath the descending plane. England was less than an hour from Paris, and yet a world away. This morning, the damp, spring green of his homeland looked particularly welcoming. My time in France is over.I am returning to England victorious.The keystone has been found.The question remained, of course, as to where the keystone would ultimately lead. Somewhere in the United Kingdom.Where exactly, Teabing had no idea, but he was already tasting the glory.
As Langdon and Sophie looked on, Teabing got up and went to the far side of the cabin, then slid aside a wall panel to reveal a discreetly hidden wall safe. He dialed in the combination, opened the safe, and extracted two passports. "Documentation for Remy and myself." He then removed a thick stack of fifty-pound notes. "And documentation for you two." Sophie looked leery. "A bribe?" "Creative diplomacy. Executive airfields make certain allowances. A British customs official will greet us at my hangar and ask to board the plane. Rather than permitting him to come on, I'll tell him I'm traveling with a French celebrity who prefers that nobody knows she is in England - press considerations, you know - and I'll offer the official this generous tip as gratitude for his discretion."
Langdon looked amazed. "And the official will accept?"
"Not from anyone, they won't, but these people all know me. I'm not an arms dealer, for heaven's sake. I was knighted." Teabing smiled. "Membership has its privileges."
Remy approached up the aisle now, the Heckler Koch pistol cradled in his hand. "Sir, my agenda?" Teabing glanced at his servant. "I'm going to have you stay onboard with our guest until we return.
We can't very well drag him all over London with us."
Sophie looked wary. "Leigh, I was serious about the French police finding your plane before we return."
Teabing laughed. "Yes, imagine their surprise if they board and find Remy."
Sophie looked surprised by his cavalier attitude. "Leigh, you transported a bound hostage across international borders. This is serious."
"So are my lawyers." He scowled toward the monk in the rear of the plane. "That animal broke into my home and almost killed me. That is a fact, and Remy will corroborate." "But you tied him up and flew him to London!" Langdon said. Teabing held up his right hand and feigned a courtroom oath. "Your honor, forgive an eccentric old knight his foolish prejudice for the British court system. I realize I should have called the French authorities, but I'm a snob and do not trust those laissez-faire French to prosecute properly. This man almost murdered me. Yes, I made a rash decision forcing my manservant to help me bring him to England, but I was under great stress. Mea culpa. Mea culpa."
Langdon looked incredulous. "Coming from you, Leigh, that just might fly."
"Sir?" the pilot called back. "The tower just radioed. They've got some kind of maintenance problem out near your hangar, and they're asking me to bring the plane directly to the terminal instead."
Teabing had been flying to Biggin Hill for over a decade, and this was a first. "Did they mention what the problem is?"
"The controller was vague. Something about a gas leak at the pumping station? They asked me to park in front of the terminal and keep everyone onboard until further notice. Safety precaution. We're not supposed to deplane until we get the all clear from airport authorities."
Teabing was skeptical. Must be one hell of a gas leak.The pumping station was a good half mile from his hangar.
Remy also looked concerned. "Sir, this sounds highly irregular."
Teabing turned to Sophie and Langdon. "My friends, I have an unpleasant suspicion that we are about to be met by a welcoming committee."