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Dan Brown - The Da Vinci Code

CHAPTER 9
To ensure his conversation with Mr. Langdon would not be interrupted, Bezu Fache had turned off 
his cellular phone. Unfortunately, it was an expensive model equipped with a two-way radio 
feature, which, contrary to his orders, was now being used by one of his agents to page him.
"Capitaine?" The phone crackled like a walkie-talkie.
Fache felt his teeth clench in rage. He could imagine nothing important enough that Collet would 
interrupt this surveillance cachée—especially at this critical juncture.
He gave Langdon a calm look of apology. "One moment please." He pulled the phone from his belt 
and pressed the radio transmission button. "Oui?"
"Capitaine, un agent du Département de Cryptographie est arrivé."
Fache's anger stalled momentarily. A cryptographer? Despite the lousy timing, this was probably 
good news. Fache, after finding Saunière's cryptic text on the floor, had uploaded photographs of 
the entire crime scene to the Cryptography Department in hopes someone there could tell him what 


the hell Saunière was trying to say. If a code breaker had now arrived, it most likely meant 
someone had decrypted Saunière's message.
"I'm busy at the moment," Fache radioed back, leaving no doubt in his tone that a line had been 
crossed. "Ask the cryptographer to wait at the command post. I'll speak to him when I'm done."
"Her," the voice corrected. "It's Agent Neveu."
Fache was becoming less amused with this call every passing moment. Sophie Neveu was one of 
DCPJ's biggest mistakes. A young Parisian déchiffreuse who had studied cryptography in England 
at the Royal Holloway, Sophie Neveu had been foisted on Fache two years ago as part of the 
ministry's attempt to incorporate more women into the police force. The ministry's ongoing foray 
into political correctness, Fache argued, was weakening the department. Women not only lacked 
the physicality necessary for police work, but their mere presence posed a dangerous distraction to 
the men in the field. As Fache had feared, Sophie Neveu was proving far more distracting than 
most.
At thirty-two years old, she had a dogged determination that bordered on obstinate. Her eager 
espousal of Britain's new cryptologic methodology continually exasperated the veteran French 
cryptographers above her. And by far the most troubling to Fache was the inescapable universal 
truth that in an office of middle-aged men, an attractive young woman always drew eyes away 
from the work at hand.
The man on the radio said, "Agent Neveu insisted on speaking to you immediately, Captain. I tried 
to stop her, but she's on her way into the gallery."
Fache recoiled in disbelief. "Unacceptable! I made it very clear—"
For a moment, Robert Langdon thought Bezu Fache was suffering a stroke. The captain was mid-
sentence when his jaw stopped moving and his eyes bulged. His blistering gaze seemed fixated on 
something over Langdon's shoulder. Before Langdon could turn to see what it was, he heard a 
woman's voice chime out behind him.
"Excusez-moi, messieurs."
Langdon turned to see a young woman approaching. She was moving down the corridor toward 
them with long, fluid strides... a haunting certainty to her gait. Dressed casually in a knee-length, 
cream-colored Irish sweater over black leggings, she was attractive and looked to be about thirty. 
Her thick burgundy hair fell unstyled to her shoulders, framing the warmth of her face. Unlike the 
waifish, cookie-cutter blondes that adorned Harvard dorm room walls, this woman was healthy 
with an unembellished beauty and genuineness that radiated a striking personal confidence.


To Langdon's surprise, the woman walked directly up to him and extended a polite hand. 
"Monsieur Langdon, I am Agent Neveu from DCPJ's Cryptology Department." Her words curved 
richly around her muted Anglo-Franco accent. "It is a pleasure to meet you."
Langdon took her soft palm in his and felt himself momentarily fixed in her strong gaze. Her eyes 
were olive-green—incisive and clear.
Fache drew a seething inhalation, clearly preparing to launch into a reprimand.
"Captain," she said, turning quickly and beating him to the punch, "please excuse the interruption, 
but—"
"Ce n'est pas le moment!" Fache sputtered.
"I tried to phone you." Sophie continued in English, as if out of courtesy to Langdon. "But your 
cell phone was turned off."
"I turned it off for a reason," Fache hissed. "I am speaking to Mr. Langdon."
"I've deciphered the numeric code," she said flatly.
Langdon felt a pulse of excitement. She broke the code?
Fache looked uncertain how to respond.
"Before I explain," Sophie said, "I have an urgent message for Mr. Langdon."
Fache's expression turned to one of deepening concern. "For Mr. Langdon?"
She nodded, turning back to Langdon. "You need to contact the U.S. Embassy, Mr. Langdon. They 
have a message for you from the States."
Langdon reacted with surprise, his excitement over the code giving way to a sudden ripple of 
concern. A message from the States? He tried to imagine who could be trying to reach him. Only a 
few of his colleagues knew he was in Paris.
Fache's broad jaw had tightened with the news. "The U.S. Embassy?" he demanded, sounding 
suspicious. "How would they know to find Mr. Langdon here?"
Sophie shrugged. "Apparently they called Mr. Langdon's hotel, and the concierge told them Mr. 
Langdon had been collected by a DCPJ agent."
Fache looked troubled. "And the embassy contacted DCPJ Cryptography?"


"No, sir," Sophie said, her voice firm. "When I called the DCPJ switchboard in an attempt to 
contact you, they had a message waiting for Mr. Langdon and asked me to pass it along if I got 
through to you."
Fache's brow furrowed in apparent confusion. He opened his mouth to speak, but Sophie had 
already turned back to Langdon.
"Mr. Langdon," she declared, pulling a small slip of paper from her pocket, "this is the number for 
your embassy's messaging service. They asked that you phone in as soon as possible." She handed 
him the paper with an intent gaze. "While I explain the code to Captain Fache, you need to make 
this call."
Langdon studied the slip. It had a Paris phone number and extension on it. "Thank you," he said, 
feeling worried now. "Where do I find a phone?"
Sophie began to pull a cell phone from her sweater pocket, but Fache waved her off. He now 
looked like Mount Vesuvius about to erupt. Without taking his eyes off Sophie, he produced his 
own cell phone and held it out. "This line is secure, Mr. Langdon. You may use it."
Langdon felt mystified by Fache's anger with the young woman. Feeling uneasy, he accepted the 
captain's phone. Fache immediately marched Sophie several steps away and began chastising her in 
hushed tones. Disliking the captain more and more, Langdon turned away from the odd 
confrontation and switched on the cell phone. Checking the slip of paper Sophie had given him, 
Langdon dialed the number.
The line began to ring.
One ring... two rings... three rings...
Finally the call connected.
Langdon expected to hear an embassy operator, but he found himself instead listening to an 
answering machine. Oddly, the voice on the tape was familiar. It was that of Sophie Neveu.
"Bonjour, vous êtes bien chez Sophie Neveu," the woman's voice said. "Je suis absenle pour le 
moment, mais..."
Confused, Langdon turned back toward Sophie. "I'm sorry, Ms. Neveu? I think you may have 
given me—"
"No, that's the right number," Sophie interjected quickly, as if anticipating Langdon's confusion. 
"The embassy has an automated message system. You have to dial an access code to pick up your 


messages."
Langdon stared. "But—"
"It's the three-digit code on the paper I gave you."
Langdon opened his mouth to explain the bizarre error, but Sophie flashed him a silencing glare 
that lasted only an instant. Her green eyes sent a crystal-clear message.
Don't ask questions. Just do it.
Bewildered, Langdon punched in the extension on the slip of paper: 454.
Sophie's outgoing message immediately cut off, and Langdon heard an electronic voice announce 
in French: "You have one new message." Apparently, 454 was Sophie's remote access code for 
picking up her messages while away from home.
I'm picking up this woman's messages?
Langdon could hear the tape rewinding now. Finally, it stopped, and the machine engaged. 
Langdon listened as the message began to play. Again, the voice on the line was Sophie's.
"Mr. Langdon," the message began in a fearful whisper. "Do not react to this message. Just listen 
calmly. You are in danger right now. Follow my directions very closely."

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