Before Sophie and Teabing could respond； a sea of blue police lights and sirens erupted at the bottom of the hill and began snaking up the half…mile driveway。
Teabing frowned。 〃My friends； it seems we have a decision to make。 And we'd better make it fast。〃
CHAPTER 66
Collet and his agents burst through the front door of Sir Leigh Teabing's estate with their guns drawn。 Fanning out； they began searching all the rooms on the first level。 They found a bullet hole in the drawing room floor； signs of a struggle； a small amount of blood； a strange； barbed leather belt； and a partially used roll of duct tape。 The entire level seemed deserted。
Just as Collet was about to divide his men to search the basement and grounds behind the house； he heard voices on the level above them。
〃They're upstairs！〃
Rushing up the wide staircase； Collet and his men moved room by room through the huge home； securing darkened bedrooms and hallways as they closed in on the sounds of voices。 The sound seemed to be ing from the last bedroom on an exceptionally long hallway。 The agents inched down the corridor； sealing off alternate exits。
As they neared the final bedroom； Collet could see the door was wide open。 The voices had stopped suddenly； and had been replaced by an odd rumbling； like an engine。
Sidearm raised； Collet gave the signal。 Reaching silently around the door frame； he found the light switch and flicked it on。 Spinning into the room with men pouring in after him； Collet shouted and aimed his weapon at。。。 nothing。
An empty guest bedroom。 Pristine。
The rumbling sounds of an automobile engine poured from a black electronic panel on the wall beside the bed。 Collet had seen these elsewhere in the house。 Some kind of inter system。 He raced over。 The panel had about a dozen labeled buttons：
STUDY。。。 KITCHEN。。。 LAUNDRY。。。 CELLAR。。。
So where the hell do I hear a car？
MASTER BEDROOM。。。 SUN ROOM。。。 BARN。。。 LIBRARY。。。
Barn！ Collet was downstairs in seconds； running toward the back door； grabbing one of his agents on the way。 The men crossed the rear lawn and arrived breathless at the front of a weathered gray barn。 Even before they entered； Collet could hear the fading sounds of a car engine。 He drew his weapon； rushed in； and flicked on the lights。
The right side of the barn was a rudimentary workshop—lawn…mowers； automotive tools； gardening supplies。 A familiar inter panel hung on the wall nearby。 One of its buttons was flipped down； transmitting。
GUEST BEDROOM II。
Collet wheeled； anger brimming。 They lured us upstairs with the inter！ Searching the other side of the barn； he found a long line of horse stalls。 No horses。 Apparently the owner preferred a different kind of horsepower； the stalls had been converted into an impressive automotive parking facility。 The collection was astonishing—a black Ferrari； a pristine Rolls…Royce； an antique Astin Martin sports coupe； a vintage Porsche 356。
The last stall was empty。
Collet ran over and saw oil stains on the stall floor。 They can't get off the pound。 The driveway and gate were barricaded with two patrol cars to prevent this very situation。
〃Sir？〃 The agent pointed down the length of the stalls。
The barn's rear slider was wide open； giving way to a dark； muddy slope of rugged fields that stretched out into the night behind the barn。 Collet ran to the door； trying to see out into the darkness。 All he could make out was the faint shadow of a forest in the distance。 No headlights。 This wooded valley was probably crisscrossed by dozens of unmapped fire roads and hunting trails； but Collet was confident his quarry would never make the woods。 〃Get some men spread out down there。 They're probably already stuck somewhere nearby。 These fancy sports cars can't handle terrain。〃
〃Um； sir？〃 The agent pointed to a nearby pegboard on which hung several sets of keys。 The labels above the keys bore familiar names。
DAIMLER。。。 ROLLS…ROYCE。。。 ASTIN MARTIN。。。 PORSCHE。。。
The last peg was empty。
When Collet read the label above the empty peg； he knew he was in trouble。
CHAPTER 67
The Range Rover was Java Black Pearl； four…wheel drive； standard transmission； with high…strength polypropylene lamps； rear light cluster fittings； and the steering wheel on the right。
Langdon was pleased he was not driving。
Teabing's manservant Rémy； on orders from his master； was doing an impressive job of maneuvering the vehicle across the moonlit fields behind Chateau Villette。 With no headlights； he had crossed an open knoll and was now descending a long slope； moving farther away from the estate。 He seemed to be heading toward a jagged silhouette of wooded land in the distance。
Langdon； cradling the keystone； turned in the passenger seat and eyed Teabing and Sophie in the back seat。
〃How's your head； Robert？〃 Sophie asked； sounding concerned。
Langdon forced a pained smile。 〃Better； thanks。〃 It was killing him。
Beside her； Teabing glanced over his shoulder at the bound and gagged monk lying in the cramped luggage area behind the back seat。 Teabing had the monk's gun on his lap and looked like an old photo of a British safari chap posing over his kill。
〃So glad you popped in this evening； Robert；〃 Teabing said； grinning as if he were having fun for the first time in years。
〃Sorry to get you involved in this； Leigh。〃
〃Oh； please； I've waited my entire life to be involved。〃 Teabing looked past Langdon out the windshield at the shadow of a long hedgerow。 He tapped Rémy on the shoulder from behind。 〃Remember； no brake lights。 Use the emergency brake if you need it。 I want to get into the woods a bit。 No reason to risk them seeing us from the house。〃
Rémy coasted to a crawl and guided the Range Rover through an opening in the hedge。 As the vehicle lurched onto an overgrown pathway； almost immediately the trees overhead blotted out the moonlight。
I can't see a thing； Langdon thought； straining to distinguish any shapes at all in front of them。 It was pitch black。 Branches rubbed against the left side of the vehicle； and Rémy corrected in the other direction。 Keeping the wheel more or less straight now； he inched ahead about thirty yards。
〃You're doing beautifully； Rémy；〃 Teabing said。 〃That should be far enough。 Robert； if you could press that little blue button just below the vent there。 See it？〃
Langdon found the button and pressed it。
A muted yellow glow fanned out across the path in front of them； revealing thick underbrush on either side of the pathway。 Fog lights； Langdon realized。 They gave off just enough light to keep them on the path； and yet they were deep enough into the woods now that the lights would not give them away。
〃Well； Rémy；〃 Teabing chimed happily。 〃The lights are on。 Our lives are in your hands。〃
〃Where are we going？〃 Sophie asked。
〃This trail continues about three kilometers into the forest；〃 Teabing said。 〃Cutting across the estate and then arching north。 Provided we don't hit any standing water or fallen trees； we shall emerge unscathed on the shoulder of highway five。〃
Unscathed。 Langdon's head begged to differ。 He turned his eyes down to his own lap； where the keystone was safely stowed in its wooden box。 The inlaid Rose on the lid was back in place； and although his head felt muddled； Langdon was eager to remove the inlay again and examine the engraving beneath more closely。 He unlatched the lid and began to raise it when Teabing laid a hand on his shoulder from behind。
〃Patience； Robert；〃 Teabing said。 〃It's bumpy and dark。 God save us if we break anything。 If you didn't recognize the language in the light； you won't do any better in the dark。 Let's focus on getting away in one piece； shall we？ There will be time for that very soon。〃
Langdon knew Teabing was right。 With a nod； he relatched the box。
The monk in back was moaning now； struggling against his trusses。 Suddenly； he began kicking wildly。
Teabing spun around and aimed the pistol over the seat。 〃I can't imagine your plaint； sir。 You trespassed in my home and planted a nasty welt on the skull of a dear friend。 I would be well within my rights to shoot you right now and leave you to rot in the woods。〃
The monk fell silent。
〃Are you sure we should have brought him？〃 Langdon asked。
〃Bloody well positive！〃 Teabing exclaimed。 〃You're wanted for murder； Robert。 This scoundrel is your ticket to freedom。 The police apparently want you badly enough to have tailed you to my home。〃
〃My fault；〃 Sophie said。 〃The armored car probably had a transmitter。〃
〃Not the point；〃 Teabing said。 〃I'm not surprised the police found you； but I am surprised that this Opus Dei character found you。 From all you've told me； I can't imagine how this man could have tailed you to my home unless he had a contact either within the Judicial Police or within the Zurich Depository。〃
Langdon considered it。 Bezu Fache certainly seemed intent on finding a scapegoat for tonight's murders。 And Vernet had turned on them rather suddenly； although considering Langdon was being charged with four murders； the banker's change of heart seemed understandable。
〃This monk is not working alone； Robert；〃 Teabing said； 〃and until you learn who is behind all this； you both are in danger。 The good news； my friend； is that you are now in the position of p