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I don't know. Art, I think. We have common interests. Fache is doubtful. You don't know what you're going to talk about when you meet? Random doesn't know. He was a little curious at that time, but felt that it was not appropriate to ask too much. It is well known that the highly respected Jacques Sauniere preferred to live in seclusion and rarely agreed to meet others. Langdon couldn't thank him enough for the opportunity to meet. Mr. Langdon, can you at least guess what our victim wanted to discuss with you on the night of his death? This may be of some help to us. This straightforward question made Langdon feel uncomfortable. I can't imagine. I didn't ask. I am honored that he contacted me. I admire Mr. Sauniere's work. I chose his article for class. Fache wrote this down in a notebook. The two men were now halfway through the tunnel leading to Denon Hall. Langdon saw a pair of escalators going up at the end, but neither of them moved. You share his interests? Fache asked. Yes. In fact, I spent a lot of time writing the first draft of a book last year. The book deals with Mr. Sauniere's main areas of expertise. I look forward to being able to dig out his brain. Fache glanced up. I'm sorry, I don't understand. This proverb obviously does not convey a clear meaning. I'm looking forward to consulting him on that. I see. In what way? Langdon hesitated, unsure how exactly to express it. The manuscript is mainly about the iconography of goddess worship-a concept of female worship and the art and symbols associated with it. Fache stuck a fat hand in his hair. Sauniere is very learned in this field. "No one is more learned than he." "I see." Langdon didn't think Fache understood at all. Jacques Sauniere is considered to be the world's first expert on the semiotics of female worship images. Sauniere not only loved fertility, goddess sects, Wicca and saints,stainless tile trim, but also helped the Louvre collect a large number of goddesses'works of art all over the world, from Labris axes in the hands of priestesses in ancient temples at Delphi, gold Mercury wands, and hundreds of T objects decorated with small rings like standing cherubs. To the forked bells used in ancient Greece to exorcise ghosts and gods,stainless steel tile edge trim, and a host of incredible figurines depicting Horus being suckled by the goddess Isis. Perhaps Jacques Sauniere has heard of your manuscript? Fache said. He wants to make an appointment with you to help you write a book. Langdon shook his head. In fact, no one knows about my manuscript. It's only a draft now, and I've never shown it to anyone except my editor. Fache stopped talking. Langdon did not say why he had not shown the manuscript to anyone. The 300-page draft was tentatively titled The Lost Symbol of the Virgin. It proposes an unconventional interpretation of conventional religious semiotics, which is bound to be controversial. Approaching the stationary escalator, Langdon stopped. He realized Fache was no longer with him. Turning to look back, Langdon found Fache standing by the elevator a few yards away. We'll take the elevator. I'm sure you know it's a long walk to the Grand Gallery. Fache said as the elevator doors opened. Although Langdon knew it would be quicker to take the elevator to Denon Hall than to climb two flights of stairs, he stood still. What's wrong Fache pressed the door to keep it open, looking impatient. Langdon caught his breath and glanced expectantly at the unsealed escalator above. Everything's fine. He tricked himself and shuffled back to the elevator. As a child, aluminum tile edge trim ,stainless steel edging strip, Langdon fell into a deep, abandoned well. He treaded water in that narrow space for hours before he was rescued and almost died there. Since then, he has been terrified of enclosed spaces such as elevators, subways, wall tennis courts and so on. Elevators are extremely safe machines. Langdon told himself this repeatedly, but did not believe it was safe at all. It was a small metal box suspended in a closed bobbin! Holding his breath, he stepped into the elevator. As the elevator closed, he felt a shiver in his heart that he had felt before. Two floors. Ten seconds.
"You and Monsieur Sauniere," Fache said as the elevator began to move, "have you never spoken? Never communicated? Have you ever sent mail to each other or anything? It's another weird question. Langdon shook his head. No. Never. Fache raised his head as if to register the fact in his mind. Without saying a word, he stared at the chrome steel door in front of him. On the way up, Langdon tried to focus on something else, not daring to think about the four walls around him. In the reflected image of the polished elevator door, Langdon saw the chief's tie clip, a silver cross with thirteen black onyx. Langdon sensed some indefinable surprise. The symbol is called the Jewel Cross-a cross with thirteen jewels-and is a Christian ideogram for Jesus and his twelve disciples. The French police chief was a little surprised by Langdon's expectation that he would preach his religion so openly. Also, this is France, and Christianity is not a religion that you have to be born into. "This is the Jewel Cross," Fache said suddenly. Startled, Langdon glanced up, and in his reflection he could see that Fache's eyes were fixed on him. The elevator paused and stopped. The door opened. Langdon quickly stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway. He longed to enjoy the spacious space under the famously high ceiling of the Louvre Gallery. However, the narrow space he had just stepped into was not what he wanted at all. Langdon was stunned and suddenly stopped. Fache glanced at him. Mr. Langdon, I don't think you've ever come into the Louvre when it's not open. I don't think I've been here. Langdon thought to himself, trying not to lose his temper. The Grand Gallery of the Louvre is usually awash in light, but tonight it was shockingly dark. Tonight there was no usual soft light pouring down from above, only a slight red light seemed to be emitted from the skirting line,stainless steel edge trim, this place, that place, intermittently shining on the floor. jecatrims.com