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〃Yes；〃 Olivetti said。 〃The integrity of your search is promised。 And yet it is a gamble we must take。 Keep looking。〃
Rocher looked like he was about to say something； thought better of it； and left。
The camerlegno inhaled deeply。 He had not said a word yet； and Langdon sensed a new rigor in the man； as if a turning point had been reached。
〃mander？〃 The camerlegno's tone was impermeable。 〃I am going to break conclave。〃
Olivetti pursed his lips； looking dour。 〃I advise against it。 We still have two hours and twenty minutes。〃
〃A heartbeat。〃
Olivetti's tone was now challenging 〃What do you intend to do？ Evacuate the cardinals single…handedly？〃
〃I intend to save this church with whatever power God has given me。 How I proceed is no longer your concern。〃
Olivetti straightened。 〃Whatever you intend to do 。 。 。〃 He paused。 〃I do not have the authority to restrain you。 Particularly in light of my apparent failure as head of security。 I ask only that you wait。 Wait twenty minutes 。 。 。 until after ten o'clock。 If Mr。 Langdon's information is correct； I may still have a chance to catch this assassin。 There is still a chance to preserve protocol and decorum。〃
〃Decorum？〃 The camerlegno let out a choked laugh。 〃We have long since passed propriety； mander。 In case you hadn't noticed； this is war。〃
A guard emerged from the security center and called out to the camerlegno； 〃Signore； I just got word we have detained the BBC reporter； Mr。 Glick。〃
The camerlegno nodded。 〃Have both he and his camerawoman meet me outside the Sistine Chapel。〃
Olivetti's eyes widened。 〃What are you doing？〃
〃Twenty minutes； mander。 That's all I'm giving you。〃 Then he was gone。
When Olivetti's Alpha Romeo tore out of Vatican City； this time there was no line of unmarked cars following him。 In the back seat； Vittoria bandaged Langdon's hand with a first…aid kit she'd found in the glove box。
Olivetti stared straight ahead。 〃Okay； Mr。 Langdon。 Where are we going？〃
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Even with its siren now affixed and blaring； Olivetti's Alpha Romeo seemed to go unnoticed as it rocketed across the bridge into the heart of old Rome。 All the traffic was moving in the other direction； toward the Vatican； as if the Holy See had suddenly bee the hottest entertainment in Rome。
Langdon sat in the backseat； the questions whipping through his mind。 He wondered about the killer； if they would catch him this time； if he would tell them what they needed to know； if it was already too late。 How long before the camerlegno told the crowd in St。 Peter's Square they were in danger？ The incident in the vault still nagged。 A mistake。
Olivetti never touched the brakes as he snaked the howling Alpha Romeo toward the Church of Santa Maria della Vittoria。 Langdon knew on any other day his knuckles would have been white。 At the moment； however； he felt anesthetized。 Only the throbbing in his hand reminded him where he was。
Overhead； the siren wailed。 Nothing like telling him we're ing； Langdon thought。 And yet they were making incredible time。 He guessed Olivetti would kill the siren as they drew nearer。
Now with a moment to sit and reflect； Langdon felt a tinge of amazement as the news of the Pope's murder finally registered in his mind。 The thought was inconceivable； and yet somehow it seemed a perfectly logical event。 Infiltration had always been the Illuminati powerbase…rearrangements of power from within。 And it was not as if Popes had never been murdered。 Countless rumors of treachery abounded； although with no autopsy； none was ever confirmed。 Until recently。 Academics not long ago had gotten permission to X…ray the tomb of Pope Celestine V； who had allegedly died at the hands of his overeager successor； Boniface VIII。 The researchers had hoped the X…ray might reveal some small hint of foul play…a broken bone perhaps。 Incredibly； the X…ray had revealed a ten…inch nail driven into the Pope's skull。
Langdon now recalled a series of news clippings fellow Illuminati buffs had sent him years ago。 At first he had thought the clippings were a prank； so he'd gone to the Harvard microfiche collection to confirm the articles were authentic。 Incredibly； they were。 He now kept them on his bulletin board as examples of how even respectable news organizations sometimes got carried away with Illuminati paranoia。 Suddenly； the media's suspicions seemed a lot less paranoid。 Langdon could see the articles clearly in his mind 。 。 。
THE BRITISH BROADCASTING CORPORATION
June 14； 1998
Pope John Paul I； who died in 1978； fell victim to a plot by the P2 Masonic Lodge 。 。 。 The secret society P2 decided to murder John Paul I when it saw he was determined to dismiss the American Archbishop Paul Marcinkus as President of the Vatican Bank。 The Bank had been implicated in shady financial deals with the Masonic Lodge 。 。 。
THE NEW YORK TIMES
August 24； 1998
Why was the late John Paul I wearing his day shirt in bed？ Why was it torn？ The questions don't stop there。 No medical investigations were made。 Cardinal Villot forbade an autopsy on the grounds that no Pope was ever given a postmortem。 And John Paul's medicines mysteriously vanished from his bedside； as did his glasses； slippers and his last will and testament。
LONDON DAILY MAIL
August 27； 1998
。 。 。 a plot including a powerful； ruthless and illegal Masonic lodge with tentacles stretching into the Vatican。
The cellular in Vittoria's pocket rang； thankfully erasing the memories from Langdon's mind。
Vittoria answered； looking confused as to who might be calling her。 Even from a few feet away； Langdon recognized the laserlike voice on the phone。
〃Vittoria？ This is Maximilian Kohler。 Have you found the antimatter yet？〃
〃Max？ You're okay？〃
〃I saw the news。 There was no mention of CERN or the antimatter。 This is good。 What is happening？〃
〃We haven't located the canister yet。 The situation is plex。 Robert Langdon has been quite an asset。 We have a lead on catching the man assassinating cardinals。 Right now we are headed…〃
〃Ms。 Vetra；〃 Olivetti interrupted。 〃You've said enough。〃
She covered the receiver； clearly annoyed。 〃mander； this is the president of CERN。 Certainly he has a right to…〃
〃He has a right；〃 Olivetti snapped； 〃to be here handling this situation。 You're on an open cellular line。 You've said enough。〃
Vittoria took a deep breath。 〃Max？〃
〃I may have some information for you；〃 Max said。 〃About your father 。 。 。 I may know who he told about the antimatter。〃
Vittoria's expression clouded。 〃Max； my father said he told no one。〃
〃I'm afraid； Vittoria； your father did tell someone。 I need to check some security records。 I will be in touch soon。〃 The line went dead。
Vittoria looked waxen as she returned the phone to her pocket。
〃You okay？〃 Langdon asked。
Vittoria nodded； her trembling fingers revealing the lie。
〃The church is on Piazza Barberini；〃 Olivetti said； killing the siren and checking his watch。 〃We have nine minutes。〃
When Langdon had first realized the location of the third marker； the position of the church had rung some distant bell for him。 Piazza Barberini。 Something about the name was fa