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The men did not flinch。 The one with the gun took a step toward her。 〃I am a lieutenant with the Swiss Guard； and by the Holy Doctrine governing the property on which you are now standing； you are subject to search and seizure。〃
A crowd had started to gather now around them。
Macri yelled； 〃I will not under any circumstances give you the film in this camera without speaking to my editor in London。 I suggest you…〃
The guards ended it。 One yanked the camera out of her hands。 The other forcibly grabbed her by the arm and twisted her in the direction of the Vatican。 〃Grazie；〃 he said； leading her through a jostling crowd。
Macri prayed they would not search her and find the tape。 If she could somehow protect the film long enough to…
Suddenly； the unthinkable happened。 Someone in the crowd was groping under her coat。 Macri felt the video yanked away from her。 She wheeled； but swallowed her words。 Behind her； a breathless Gunther Glick gave her a wink and dissolved back into the crowd。
77
Robert Langdon staggered into the private bathroom adjoining the Office of the Pope。 He dabbed the blood from his face and lips。 The blood was not his own。 It was that of Cardinal Lamassй； who had just died horribly in the crowded square outside the Vatican。 Virgin sacrifices on the altars of science。 So far； the Hassassin had made good on his threat。
Langdon felt powerless as he gazed into the mirror。 His eyes were drawn； and stubble had begun to darken his cheeks。 The room around him was immaculate and lavish…black marble with gold fixtures； cotton towels； and scented hand soaps。
Langdon tried to rid his mind of the bloody brand he had just seen。 Air。 The image stuck。 He had witnessed three ambigrams since waking up this morning 。 。 。 and he knew there were two more ing。
Outside the door； it sounded as if Olivetti； the camerlegno； and Captain Rocher were debating what to do next。 Apparently； the antimatter search had turned up nothing so far。 Either the guards had missed the canister； or the intruder had gotten deeper inside the Vatican than mander Olivetti had been willing to entertain。
Langdon dried his hands and face。 Then he turned and looked for a urinal。 No urinal。 Just a bowl。 He lifted the lid。
As he stood there； tension ebbing from his body； a giddy wave of exhaustion shuddered through his core。 The emotions knotting his chest were so many； so incongruous。 He was fatigued； running on no food or sleep； walking the Path of Illumination； traumatized by two brutal murders。 Langdon felt a deepening horror over the possible oute of this drama。
Think； he told himself。 His mind was blank。
As he flushed； an unexpected realization hit him。 This is the Pope's toilet； he thought。 I just took a leak in the Pope's toilet。 He had to chuckle。 The Holy Throne。
78
In London； a BBC technician ejected a video cassette from a satellite receiver unit and dashed across the control room floor。 She burst into the office of the editor…in…chief； slammed the video into his VCR； and pressed play。
As the tape rolled； she told him about the conversation she had just had with Gunther Glick in Vatican City。 In addition； BBC photo archives had just given her a positive ID on the victim in St。 Peter's Square。
When the editor…in…chief emerged from his office； he was ringing a cowbell。 Everything in editorial stopped。
〃Live in five！〃 the man boomed。 〃On…air talent to prep！ Media coordinators； I want your contacts on line！ We've got a story we're selling！ And we've got film！〃
The market coordinators grabbed their Rolodexes。
〃Film specs！〃 one of them yelled。
〃Thirty…second trim；〃 the chief replied。
〃Content？〃
〃Live homicide。〃
The coordinators looked encouraged。 〃Usage and licensing price？〃
〃A million U。S。 per。〃
Heads shot up。 〃What！〃
〃You heard me！ I want top of the food chain。 CNN； MSNBC； then the big three！ Offer a dial…in preview。 Give them five minutes to piggyback before BBC runs it。〃
〃What the hell happened？〃 someone demanded。 〃The prime minister get skinned alive？〃
The chief shook his head。 〃Better。〃
At that exact instant； somewhere in Rome； the Hassassin enjoyed a fleeting moment of repose in a fortable chair。 He admired the legendary chamber around him。 I am sitting in the Church of Illumination； he thought。 The Illuminati lair。 He could not believe it was still here after all of these centuries。
Dutifully； he dialed the BBC reporter to whom he had spoken earlier。 It was time。 The world had yet to hear the most shocking news of all。
79
Vittoria Vetra sipped a glass of water and nibbled absently at some tea scones just set out by one of the Swiss Guards。 She knew she should eat； but she had no appetite。 The Office of the Pope was bustling now； echoing with tense conversations。 Captain Rocher； mander Olivetti； and half a dozen guards assessed the damage and debated the next move。
Robert Langdon stood nearby staring out at St。 Peter's Square。 He looked dejected。 Vittoria walked over。 〃Ideas？〃
He shook his head。
〃Scone？〃
His mood seemed to brighten at the sight of food。 〃Hell yes。 Thanks。〃 He ate voraciously。
The conversation behind them went quiet suddenly when two Swiss Guards escorted Camerlegno Ventresca through the door。 If the chamberlain had looked drained before； Vittoria thought； now he looked empty。
〃What happened？〃 the camerlegno said to Olivetti。 From the look on the camerlegno's face； he appeared to have already been told the worst of it。
Olivetti's official update sounded like a battlefield casualty report。 He gave the facts with flat efficacy。 〃Cardinal Ebner was found dead in the church of Santa Maria del Popolo just after eight o'clock。 He had been suffocated and branded with the ambigrammatic word 'Earth。' Cardinal Lamassй was murdered in St。 Peter's Square ten minutes ago。 He died of perforations to the chest。 He was branded with the word 'Air；' also ambigrammatic。 The killer escaped in both instances。〃
The camerlegno crossed the room and sat heavily behind the Pope's desk。 He bowed his head。
〃Cardinals Guidera and Baggia； however； are still alive。〃
The camerlegno's head shot up； his expression pained。 〃This is our consolation？ Two cardinals have been murdered； mander。 And the other two will obviously not be alive much longer unless you find them。〃
〃We will find them；〃 Olivetti assured。 〃I am encouraged。〃
〃Encouraged？ We've had nothing but failure。〃
〃Untrue。 We've lost two battles； signore； but we're winning the war。 The Illuminati had intended to turn this evening into a media circus。 So far we have thwarted their plan。 Both cardinals' bodies have been recovered without incident。 In addition；〃 Olivetti continued； 〃Captain Rocher tells me he is making excellent headway on the antimatter search。〃
Captain Rocher stepped forward in his red beret。 Vittoria thought he looked more human somehow than the other guards…stern but not so rigid。 Rocher's voice was emotional and crystalline； like a violin。 〃I am hopeful we will have the canister for you within an hour； signore。〃
〃Captain；〃 the camerlegno said； 〃excuse me if I seem less than hopeful； but I was under the impression that a s