amused himself by quietly gnawing at the hand that fed him. He incorporated in many of his Christian paintings hidden symbolism that was anything but Christian—tributes to his own beliefs and a subtle thumbing of his nose at the Church. Langdon had even given a lecture once at the National Gallery in London entitled: “The Secret Life of Leonardo: Pagan Symbolism in Christian Art.”
“I understand your concerns,” Langdon now said, “but Da Vinci never really practiced any dark arts. He was an exceptionally spiritual man, albeit one in constant conflict with the Church.” As Langdon said this, an odd thought popped into his mind. He glanced down at the message on the floor again.
O, Draconian devil! Oh, lame saint!
“Yes?” Fache said.
Langdon weighed his words carefully. “I was just thinking that Saunière shared a lot of spiritual ideologies with Da Vinci, including a concern over the Church's elimination of the sacred feminine from modern religion. Maybe, by imitating a famous Da Vinci drawing, Saunière was simply echoing some of their shared frustrations with the modern Church's demonization of the goddess.”
Fache's eyes hardened. “You think Saunière is calling the Church a lame saint and a Draconian devil?”
Langdon had to admit it seemed far-fetched, and yet the pentacle seemed to endorse the idea on some level. “All I am saying is that Mr. Saunière dedicated his life to studying the history of the goddess, and nothing has done more to erase that history than the Catholic Church. It seems reasonable that Saunière might have chosen to express his disappointment in his final good-bye.”
“Disappointment?” Fache demanded, sounding hostile now. “This message sounds more
enraged
than disappointed, wouldn't you say?”
Langdon was reaching the end of his patience. “Captain, you asked for my instincts as to what Saunière is trying to say here, and that's what I'm giving you.”
“That this is an indictment of the Church?” Fache's jaw tightened as he spoke through clenched teeth. “Mr. Langdon, I have seen a lot of death in my work, and let me tell you something. When a man is murdered by another man, I do not believe his final thoughts are to write an obscure spiritual statement that no one will understand. I believe he is thinking of one thing only.” Fache's whispery voice sliced the air. “
La vengeance
. I believe Saunière wrote this note to tell us who killed him.”
Langdon stared. “But that makes no sense whatsoever.”
“No?”
“No,” he fired back, tired and frustrated. “You told me Saunière was attacked in his office by someone he had apparently invited in.”
“Yes.”
“So it seems reasonable to conclude that the curator
knew
his attacker.”
Fache nodded. “Go on.”
“So if Saunière
knew
the person who killed him, what kind of indictment is this?” He pointed at the floor. “Numeric codes? Lame saints? Draconian devils? Pentacles on his stomach? It's all too cryptic.”
Fache frowned as if the idea had never occurred to him. “You have a point.”
“Considering the circumstances,” Langdon said, “I would assume that if Saunière wanted to tell you who killed him, he would have written down somebody's
name
.”
As Langdon spoke those words, a smug smile crossed Fache's lips for the first time all night.
“Précisément,”
Fache said.
“Précisément.”
I am witnessing the work of a master,
mused Lieutenant Collet as he tweaked his audio gear and listened to Fache's voice coming through the headphones. The
agent
supérieur
knew it was moments like these that had lifted the captain to the pinnacle of French law enforcement.
Fache will do what no one else dares.
The delicate art of
cajoler
was a lost skill in modern law enforcement, one that required exceptional poise under pressure. Few men possessed the necessary sangfroid for this kind of operation, but Fache seemed born for it. His restraint and patience bordered on the
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