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We
’
re
going
to
make
it
,
Sophie
thought
as
she
swung
the
SmartCar
’
s
wheel
to
the
right
,
cutting
sharply
past
the
luxurious
Hôtel
de
Crillon
into
Paris
’
s
tree
-
lined
diplomatic
neighborhood
.
The
embassy
was
less
than
a
mile
away
now
.
She
was
finally
feeling
like
she
could
breathe
normally
again
.
Even
as
she
drove
,
Sophie
’
s
mind
remained
locked
on
the
key
in
her
pocket
,
her
memories
of
seeing
it
many
years
ago
,
the
gold
head
shaped
as
an
equal
-
armed
cross
,
the
triangular
shaft
,
the
indentations
,
the
embossed
flowery
seal
,
and
the
letters
P
.
S
.
Although
the
key
barely
had
entered
Sophie
’
s
thoughts
through
the
years
,
her
work
in
the
intelligence
community
had
taught
her
plenty
about
security
,
and
now
the
key
’
s
peculiar
tooling
no
longer
looked
so
mystifying
.
A
laser
-
tooled
varying
matrix
.
Impossible
to
duplicate
.
Rather
than
teeth
that
moved
tumblers
,
this
key
’
s
complex
series
of
laser
-
burned
pockmarks
was
examined
by
an
electric
eye
.
If
the
eye
determined
that
the
hexagonal
pockmarks
were
correctly
spaced
,
arranged
,
and
rotated
,
then
the
lock
would
open
.
Sophie
could
not
begin
to
imagine
what
a
key
like
this
opened
,
but
she
sensed
Robert
would
be
able
to
tell
her
.
After
all
,
he
had
described
the
key
’
s
embossed
seal
without
ever
seeing
it
.
The
cruciform
on
top
implied
the
key
belonged
to
some
kind
of
Christian
organization
,
and
yet
Sophie
knew
of
no
churches
that
used
laser
-
tooled
varying
matrix
keys
.
Besides
,
my
grandfather
was
no
Christian
…
.
Sophie
had
witnessed
proof
of
that
ten
years
ago
.
Ironically
,
it
had
been
another
key
–
a
far
more
normal
one
–
that
had
revealed
his
true
nature
to
her
.
The
afternoon
had
been
warm
when
she
landed
at
Charles
de
Gaulle
Airport
and
hailed
a
taxi
home
.
Grand
-
père
will
be
so
surprised
to
see
me
,
she
thought
.
Returning
from
graduate
school
in
Britain
for
spring
break
a
few
days
early
,
Sophie
couldn
’
t
wait
to
see
him
and
tell
him
all
about
the
encryption
methods
she
was
studying
.
When
she
arrived
at
their
Paris
home
,
however
,
her
grandfather
was
not
there
.
Disappointed
,
she
knew
he
had
not
been
expecting
her
and
was
probably
working
at
the
Louvre
.
But
it
’
s
Saturday
afternoon
,
she
realized
.
He
seldom
worked
on
weekends
.
On
weekends
,
he
usually
–
Grinning
,
Sophie
ran
out
to
the
garage
.
Sure
enough
,
his
car
was
gone
.
It
was
the
weekend
.
Jacques
Saunière
despised
city
driving
and
owned
a
car
for
one
destination
only
–
his
vacation
château
in
Normandy
,
north
of
Paris
.
