The Lost Symbol Chapter 62-66

Part 62 I'm under Second Street. Langdon's eyes remained firmly shut as the transport thundered through the haziness toward the Adams Building. He did his best not to picture the huge amounts of earth overhead and the tight cylinder through which he was presently voyaging. He could hear Katherine breathing a few yards in front of him, yet up until this point, she had not expressed a word. She's in stun. Langdon was not anticipating educating her concerning her sibling's cut off hand. You need to, Robert. She has to know. â€Å"Katherine?† Langdon at long last stated, without opening his eyes. â€Å"Are you okay?† A tremulous, free voice answered some place up ahead. â€Å"Robert, the pyramid you're conveying. It's Peter's, isn't it?† â€Å"Yes,† Langdon answered. A long quietness followed. â€Å"I think . . . that pyramid is the reason my mom was murdered.† Langdon was very much aware that Isabel Solomon had been killed ten years back, however he didn't have the foggiest idea about the subtleties, and Peter had referenced nothing about a pyramid. â€Å"What are you talking about?† Katherine's voice loaded up with feeling as she related the frightening occasions of that night, how the inked man had broken into their bequest. â€Å"It was quite a while back, yet I'll always remember that he requested a pyramid. He said he caught wind of the pyramid in jail, from my nephew, Zachary . . . directly before he executed him.† Langdon tuned in astonishment. The disaster inside the Solomon family was nearly too much. Katherine kept, revealing to Langdon that she had consistently accepted the interloper was slaughtered that night . . . that is, until this equivalent man had reemerged today, acting like Peter's therapist and drawing Katherine to his home. â€Å"He knew private things about my sibling, my mom's demise, and even my work,† she said tensely, â€Å"things he could just have gained from my sibling. Thus I confided in him . . . what's more, that is the means by which he got inside the Smithsonian Museum Support Center.† Katherine took a full breath and revealed to Langdon she was almost sure the man had decimated her lab this evening. Langdon tuned in absolute stun. For a few minutes, both of them lay together peacefully on the moving transport. Langdon realized he had a commitment to impart to Katherine the remainder of today's horrendous news. He started gradually, and as tenderly as he would he be able to disclosed to her how her sibling had endowed him with a little bundle years sooner, how Langdon had been fooled into carrying this bundle to Washington today, lastly, about her sibling's hand having been found in the Rotunda of the Capitol Building. Katherine's response was stunning quietness. Langdon could tell she was reeling, and he wished he could connect and comfort her, yet lying start to finish in the restricted darkness made it outlandish. â€Å"Peter's okay,† he murmured. â€Å"He's alive, and we'll get him back.† Langdon attempted to give her expectation. â€Å"Katherine, his captor guaranteed me your sibling would be returned alive . . . for whatever length of time that I decode the pyramid for him.† Still Katherine said nothing. Langdon continued talking. He enlightened her regarding the stone pyramid, its Masonic figure, the fixed capstone, and, obviously, about Bellamy's cases that this pyramid was in reality the Masonic Pyramid of legend . . . a guide that uncovered the concealing spot of a long winding flight of stairs that drove profound into the earth . . . down several feet to a mysterious old fortune that had been covered in Washington some time in the past. Katherine at long last talked, yet her voice was level and aloof. â€Å"Robert, open your eyes.† Open my eyes? Langdon wanted to have even the smallest look at how squeezed this space truly was. â€Å"Robert!† Katherine requested, critically now. â€Å"Open your eyes! We're here!† Langdon's eyes flew open as his body developed through an opening like the one it had entered at the opposite end. Katherine was at that point moving off the transport line. She lifted his daybag off the belt as Langdon swung his legs over the edge and bounced down onto the tile floor without a moment to spare, before the transport turned the corner and headed back the manner in which it came. The space around them was a dissemination room a lot of like the one they had originated from in the other structure. A little sign read ADAMS BUILDING: CIRCULATION ROOM 3. Langdon felt like he had quite recently risen up out of an underground birth trench. Conceived once more. He went quickly to Katherine. â€Å"Are you okay?† Her eyes were red, and she had clearly been crying, yet she gestured with an undaunted emotionlessness. She got Langdon's daybag and conveyed it over the room without a word, setting it on a jumbled work area. She lit the work area's halogen cinch light, unfastened the pack, collapsed down the sides, and looked inside. The stone pyramid glanced practically grim in the spotless incandescent lamp. Katherine ran her fingers over the engraved Masonic figure, and Langdon detected profound feeling beating inside her. Gradually, she ventured into the daybag and pulled out the block molded bundle. She held it under the light, looking at it intently. â€Å"As you can see,† Langdon unobtrusively stated, â€Å"the wax seal is emblazoned with Peter's Masonic ring. He said this ring was utilized to seal the bundle over a century ago.† Katherine said nothing. â€Å"When your sibling endowed the bundle to me,† Langdon advised her, â€Å"he said it would enable me to make request out of bedlam. I'm not so much sure what that implies, however I must accept the capstone uncovers something significant, in light of the fact that Peter was unyielding that it not fall into an inappropriate hands. Mr. Bellamy just disclosed to me something very similar, encouraging me to shroud the pyramid and not let anybody open the package.† Katherine turned currently, looking irate. â€Å"Bellamy instructed you not to open the package?† â€Å"Yes. He was adamant.† Katherine looked suspicious. â€Å"But you said this capstone is the main way we can interpret the pyramid, right?† â€Å"Probably, yes.† Katherine's voice was rising at this point. â€Å"And you said unraveling the pyramid is the thing that you were advised to do. It's the main way we can get Peter back, right?† Langdon gestured. â€Å"Then, Robert, is there any good reason why we wouldn't open the bundle and unravel this thing right now?!† Langdon didn't have the foggiest idea how to react. â€Å"Katherine, I had the equivalent careful response, but Bellamy disclosed to me that keeping this current pyramid's mystery flawless was a higher priority than anything . . . counting your sibling's life.† Katherine's pretty highlights solidified, and she tucked a wisp of hair behind her ears. At the point when she talked, her voice was settled. â€Å"This stone pyramid, whatever it is, has cost me my whole family. First my nephew, Zachary, at that point my mom, and now my brother.And let's be honest, Robert, on the off chance that you hadn't called this evening to caution me . . .† Langdon could feel himself caught between Katherine's rationale and Bellamy's enduring encouraging. â€Å"I might be a scientist,† she stated, â€Å"but I likewise originate from a group of notable Masons. Trust me, I've heard all the tales about the Masonic Pyramid and its guarantee of some extraordinary fortune that will edify humanity. Truly, I think that its difficult to envision something like this exists. In any case, on the off chance that it exists . . . maybe it's an ideal opportunity to divulge it.† Katherine slid a finger underneath the old twine on the bundle. Langdon hopped. â€Å"Katherine, no! Wait!† She delayed, however her finger stayed underneath the string. â€Å"Robert, I'm not going to let my sibling kick the bucket for this. Whatever this capstone says . . . whatever buried fortunes this etching may uncover . . . those privileged insights end tonight.† With that, Katherine yanked insubordinately on the twine, and the weak wax seal detonated. Section 63 In a tranquil neighborhood only west of Embassy Row in Washington, there exists a medieval-style walled garden whose roses, it is stated, spring from twelfth-century plants. The nursery's Carderock gazeboâ€known as Shadow Houseâ€sits carefully in the midst of wandering pathways of stones burrowed from George Washington's private quarry. Today the quietness of the nurseries was broken by a youngster who hurried through the wooden door, yelling as he came. â€Å"Hello?† he got out, stressing to find in the evening glow. â€Å"Are you in here?† The voice that answered was slight, scarcely discernible. â€Å"In the gazebo . . . simply taking some air.† The youngster discovered his wilted unrivaled situated on the stone seat underneath a cover. The slouched elderly person was little, with elfin highlights. The years had twisted him in two and taken his visual perception, however his spirit stayed a power to be dealt with. Recovering, the youngster let him know, â€Å"I just . . . accepted a call . . . from your companion . . . Warren Bellamy.† â€Å"Oh?† The elderly person livened up. â€Å"About what?† â€Å"He didn't state, however he seemed like he was in a major rush. He disclosed to me he left you a message on your voice message, which you have to tune in to right away.† â€Å"That's all he said?† â€Å"Not quite.† The youngster stopped. â€Å"He instructed me to ask you a question.† A weird inquiry. â€Å"He said he required your reaction right away.† The elderly person inclined nearer. â€Å"What question?† As the youngster spoke Mr. Bellamy's inquiry, the pall that crossed the elderly person's face was obvious even in the twilight. Promptly, he lost his cover and started battling to his feet. â€Å"Please help me inside. Right away.† Section 64 No more insider facts, thought Katherine Solomon. On the table before her, the wax seal that had been unblemished for ages currently lay in pieces. She wrapped up the blurred earthy colored paper from her sibling's valuable bundle. Adjacent to her, Langdon looked quite uncomfortable. From inside the paper, Katherine extricated a little box made of dim stone. Taking after a