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A
heavy
silence
fell
between
them
.
On
the
television
,
a
lean
French
police
officer
was
giving
a
press
conference
in
front
of
a
sprawling
mansion
.
Fache
saw
who
it
was
and
turned
his
attention
to
the
screen
.
«
Lieutenant
Collet
,
»
a
BBC
reporter
said
,
her
voice
accusing
.
«
Last
night
,
your
captain
publicly
charged
two
innocent
people
with
murder
.
Will
Robert
Langdon
and
Sophie
Neveu
be
seeking
accountability
from
your
department
?
Will
this
cost
Captain
Fache
his
job
?
»
Lieutenant
Collet
’
s
smile
was
tired
but
calm
.
«
It
is
my
experience
that
Captain
Bezu
Fache
seldom
makes
mistakes
.
I
have
not
yet
spoken
to
him
on
this
matter
,
but
knowing
how
he
operates
,
I
suspect
his
public
manhunt
for
Agent
Neveu
and
Mr
.
Langdon
was
part
of
a
ruse
to
lure
out
the
real
killer
.
»
The
reporters
exchanged
surprised
looks
.
Collet
continued
.
«
Whether
or
not
Mr
.
Langdon
and
Agent
Neveu
were
willing
participants
in
the
sting
,
I
do
not
know
.
Captain
Fache
tends
to
keep
his
more
creative
methods
to
himself
.
All
I
can
confirm
at
this
point
is
that
the
captain
has
successfully
arrested
the
man
responsible
,
and
that
Mr
.
Langdon
and
Agent
Neveu
are
both
innocent
and
safe
.
»
Fache
had
a
faint
smile
on
his
lips
as
he
turned
back
to
Aringarosa
.
«
A
good
man
,
that
Collet
.
»
Several
moments
passed
.
Finally
,
Fache
ran
his
hand
over
his
forehead
,
slicking
back
his
hair
as
he
gazed
down
at
Aringarosa
.
«
My
Lord
,
before
I
return
to
Paris
,
there
is
one
final
matter
I
’
d
like
to
discuss
–
your
impromptu
flight
to
London
.
You
bribed
a
pilot
to
change
course
.
In
doing
so
,
you
broke
a
number
of
international
laws
.
»
Aringarosa
slumped
.
«
I
was
desperate
.
»
«
Yes
.
As
was
the
pilot
when
my
men
interrogated
him
.
»
Fache
reached
in
his
pocket
and
produced
a
purple
amethyst
ring
with
a
familiar
hand
-
tooled
mitre
-
crozier
appliqué
.
Aringarosa
felt
tears
welling
as
he
accepted
the
ring
and
slipped
it
back
on
his
finger
.
«
You
’
ve
been
so
kind
.
»
He
held
out
his
hand
and
clasped
Fache
’
s
.
«
Thank
you
.
»
