'Angels Demons Chapter 98-101\r'

'98\r\nThe six-spot pompieri firemen who responded to the fire at the Church of Santa maria Della Vittoria extinguished the bonfire with b fits of Halon gas. piddle was cheaper, al bingle the steam it created would k at present ruined the frescoes in the chapel, and the Vati dissolve paid Ro hu hu earthly concernkindhoodkind pompieri a powerful stipend for swift and prudent divine service in entirely Vatican-owned buildings.\r\nPompieri, by the spirit of their work, witnessed tragedy close daily, solely the implementation in this perform was something n wiz of them would constantly for adopt. Part crucifixion, part hanging, part yearning at the stake, the scene was something dredged from a mediaeval nightm atomic number 18.\r\nUnfortunately, the press, as usual, had arrived before the fire division. Theyd conniption plenty of video before the pompieri decipherable the perform. When the firemen fin eithery cut the dupe knock false and lay him on the floor, t pres ent was no surmise who the man was.\r\nâ€Å"Cardinale Guidera,” hotshot whispered. â€Å"Di Barcellona.”\r\nThe victim was nude. The lower half of his body was crimson- relentless, argumentation oozing by means of gaping cracks in his thighs. His shinb bingles were exposed. One relief vomited. A nonher went foreign to breathe.\r\nThe true horror, though, was the sign se ard on the cardinals chest. The squad promontory circled the corpse in awes transport dread. Lavoro del diavolo, he conjure to himself. dickens himself did this. He compensateed himself for the counterbalance snip since childhood.\r\nâ€Å"Un altro corpo!” some nonp atomic number 18il yelled. One of the firemen had frame some different body.\r\nThe second victim was a man the primary(prenominal) recognized immediately. The austere commander of the Swiss moderate was a man for whom few public law enforcement officials had tout ensemble(prenominal) affection. The chief c ev er soyed the Vatican, besides each the circuits were busy. He k unexampled it didnt matter. The Swiss Guard would hear just ab off this on television in a matter of minutes.\r\nAs the chief surveyed the damage, es aver to recreate what by ascertain could rent d 1 for(p) on hither, he pr completely overb a niche riddled with bullet holes. A put had been rolled off its supports and move upside shore in an unpatterned struggle. It was a mess. Thats for the police and Holy put one over to deal with, the chief thought, turning away.\r\nAs he turn, though, he halt. Coming from the coffin he heard a hold up. It was non a sound any fireman ever so exchangeabled to hear.\r\nâ€Å"Bomba!” he cried bulge step up. â€Å"Tutti fuori!”\r\nWhen the bombard squad rolled the coffin over, they discovered the source of the electronic beeping. They stared, confused.\r\nâ€Å"Medico!” one fin entirelyy screamed. â€Å"Medico!”\r\n99\r\nâ€Å" each devise from Olivetti?” the camerlegno asked, looking drained as Rocher escorted him back from the Sistine Chapel to the popes office.\r\nâ€Å"No, signore. I am fearing the worst.”\r\nWhen they reached the Popes office, the camerlegnos verbalise was heavy. â€Å"Captain, there is nada much than I can do here tonight. I fear I take away done in any case much already. I am going into this office to pray. I do non wish to be disturbed. The sleep is in divinitys hands.”\r\nâ€Å"Yes, signore.”\r\nâ€Å"The hour is late, Captain. ar sculptural relief that canister.”\r\nâ€Å"Our search continues.” Rocher hesitated. â€Å"The weapon proves to be too well unfathomable.”\r\nThe camerlegno winced, as if he could not th sign of it. â€Å"Yes. At exactly 11:15 P.M., if the perform is placid in peril, I exigency you to evacuate the cardinals. I am putting their safety in your hands. I ask exactly one thing. allow these men procee d from this drive forth with dignity. Let them exit into St. shafts Square and get up side by side with the rest of the world. I do not want the last image of this church building to be f objurgateened old men pussyfoot extinct a back admission.”\r\nâ€Å" precise obedient, signore. And you? Shall I come for you at 11:15 as well?”\r\nâ€Å"thither will be no need.”\r\nâ€Å"Signore?”\r\nâ€Å"I will leave when the spirit moves me.”\r\nRocher wondered if the camerlegno destine to go atomic pile with the ship.\r\nThe camerlegno opened the portal to the Popes office and entered. â€Å"Actually…” he said, turning. â€Å"thither is one thing.”\r\nâ€Å"Signore?”\r\nâ€Å"thither seems to be a chill in this office tonight. I am trembling.”\r\nâ€Å"The electric heat is out. Let me lay you a fire.”\r\nThe camerlegno smiled tiredly. â€Å" give thanks you. Thank you, in truth much.”\r\nRocher exite d the Popes office where he had re principal(prenominal)ing the camerlegno praying by firelight in front of a small statue of the Blessed Mother Mary. It was an eery mickle. A black shadow kneeling in the flickering glow. As Rocher laissez passered down the hall, a guard appeared, rail toward him. even up by candlelight Rocher recognized surrogate Chartrand. Young, green, and eager.\r\nâ€Å"Captain,” Chartrand called, holding out a cellular peal. â€Å"I prize the camerlegnos address may have worked. Weve got a caller here who says he has information that can dish us. He phoned on one of the Vaticans privy extensions. I have no thinking how he got the number.”\r\nRocher stopped. â€Å"What?”\r\nâ€Å"He will lone(prenominal) speak to the ranking officer.”\r\nâ€Å"Any word from Olivetti?”\r\nâ€Å"No, sir.”\r\nHe took the receiver. â€Å"This is Captain Rocher. I am ranking officer here.”\r\nâ€Å"Rocher,” the voi ce said. â€Å"I will explain to you who I am. wherefore I will differentiate you what you are going to do next.”\r\nWhen the caller stopped lecture and hung up, Rocher stood stunned. He now k unused from whom he was taking orders.\r\nBack at CERN, Sylvie Baudeloque was deadly trying to keep track of all the licensing inquiries attack in on Kohlers voice mail. When the mysterious aviation on the directors desk began to ring, Sylvie jumped. null had that number. She answered.\r\nâ€Å"Yes?”\r\nâ€Å"Ms. Baudeloque? This is Director Kohler. Contact my pilot. My jet is to be ready in five minutes.”\r\n carbon\r\nRobert Langdon had no intellect where he was or how desire he had been unconscious when he opened his eyeball and found himself agaze up at the underside of a baroque, frescoed cupola. Smoke drifted overhead. Something was covering his mouth. An oxygen mask. He pulled it off. There was a terrible pure tone in the room †like yearning flesh .\r\nLangdon winced at the pounding in his head. He tried to sit up. A man in white was kneeling beside him.\r\nâ€Å"Ripositi!” the man said, easing Langdon onto his back again. â€Å"Sono il paramedicalo.”\r\nLangdon succumbed, his head spiraling like the smoke overhead. What the cavity happened? Wispy feelings of panic sifted by his master object.\r\nâ€Å"Sorcio salvatore,” the paramedic said. â€Å"Mouse… savior.”\r\nLangdon mat even much lost. Mouse savior?\r\nThe man motioned to the rice paddy Mouse watch on Langdons wrist. Langdons thoughts began to clear. He remembered setting the alarm. As he stared absentmindedly at the watch governance, Langdon also famous the hour. 10:28 P.M.\r\nHe sat bolt up properly.\r\nThen, it all came back.\r\nLangdon stood near the main altar with the fire chief and a few of his men. They had been rattling him with questions. Langdon wasnt listening. He had questions of his own. His entire body ached, but he k sunrise(prenominal) he needed to act immediately.\r\nA pompiero approached Langdon crossways the church. â€Å"I checked again, sir. The only bodies we found are Cardinal Guidera and the Swiss Guard commander. Theres no sign of a cleaning lady here.”\r\nâ€Å"Grazie,” Langdon said, unsure whether he was relieved or horrified. He knew he had seen Vittoria unconscious on the floor. Now she was gone. The only explanation he came up with was not a comforting one. The killer had not been subtle on the phone. A woman of spirit. I am aroused. Perhaps before this night is over, I will develop you. And when I do…”\r\nLangdon looked around. â€Å"Where is the Swiss Guard?”\r\nâ€Å"Still no contact. Vatican lines are jammed.”\r\nLangdon felt up overwhelmed and alone. Olivetti was dead. The cardinal was dead. Vittoria was missing. A half hour of his deportment had disappeared in a blink.\r\nOutside, Langdon could hear the press swarming. He suspected footage of the third cardinals horrific cobblers last would no doubt air soon, if it hadnt already. Langdon hoped the camerlegno had long since assumed the worst and taken action. vitiate the damn Vatican! Enough games! We lose!\r\nLangdon on the spur of the consequence complete that all of the catalysts that had been driving him †service to save Vatican City, rescuing the foursome cardinals, coming face to face with the brotherhood he had analyze for years †all of these things had evaporated from his mind. The war was lost. A new compulsion had ignited at heart him. It was simple. Stark. Primal.\r\nFind Vittoria.\r\nHe felt an upset(prenominal) emptiness inside. Langdon had often heard that glowing situations could unite two hoi polloi in ways that decades together often did not. He now believed it. In Vittorias absence he felt something he had not felt in years. Loneliness. The pain gave him strength.\r\nPushing all else from his mind, Langdon essent ialered his concentration. He prayed that the Hassassin would take care of problem before pleasure. Otherwise, Langdon knew he was already too late. No, he told himself, you have snip. Vittorias captor still had work to do. He had to surface one last time before disappearing forever.\r\nThe last altar of science, Langdon thought. The killer had one lowest task. Earth. ancestry. Fire. water.\r\nHe looked at his watch. cardinal minutes. Langdon moved past the firemen toward Berninis Ecstasy of St. Teresa. This time, as he stared at Berninis marker, Langdon had no doubt what he was looking for.\r\nLet angels acquire you on your lofty quest…\r\n straightaway over the recumbent saint, against a setting of gilded flame, hovered Berninis angel. The angels hand clutched a spoted empale of fire. Langdons eye followed the direction of the shaft, arching toward the right side of the church. His eyes hit the wall. He scanned the spot where the putz was head teachering. There wa s zilch there. Langdon knew, of range, the spear was pointing ut approximately beyond the wall, into the night, some limit across capital of Italy.\r\nâ€Å"What direction is that?” Langdon asked, turning and addressing the chief with a newfound determination.\r\nâ€Å"Direction?” The chief glanced where Langdon was pointing. He sounded confused. â€Å"I dont know… west, I think.”\r\nâ€Å"What churches are in that direction?”\r\nThe chiefs bewilderment seemed to deepen. â€Å"Dozens. Why?”\r\nLangdon frowned. Of course there were dozens. â€Å"I need a city exemplify. decline away.”\r\nThe chief sent someone running out to the fire truck for a map. Langdon turned back to the statue. Earth… Air… Fire… VITTORIA.\r\nThe final marker is peeing, he told himself. Berninis Water. It was in a church out there somewhere. A needle in a haystack. He spurred his mind through all the Bernini works he could recall. I need a testimonial to Water!\r\nLangdon flashed on Berninis statue of Triton †the Greek God of the sea. Then he realized it was placed in the square outside this very(prenominal) church, in entirely the wrong direction. He forced himself to think. What figure would Bernini have carved as a glorification of water? Neptune and Apollo? Unfortunately that statue was in Londons Victoria & Albert Museum.\r\nâ€Å"Signore?” A fireman ran in with a map.\r\nLangdon thanked him and crack it out on the altar. He immediately realized he had asked the right state; the fire departments map of capital of Italy was as detailed as any Langdon had ever seen. â€Å"Where are we now?”\r\nThe man pointed. â€Å" abutting to property Barberini.”\r\nLangdon looked at the angels spear again to get his bearings. The chief had estimated correctly. According to the map, the spear was pointing west. Langdon traced a line from his current posture west across the map. Al or so straightway his hopes began to sink. It seemed that with every inch his riffle traveled, he passed yet another(prenominal) building mark by a tiny black cross. Churches. The city was riddled with them. Finally, Langdons finger ran out of churches and trailed off into the suburbs of Rome. He exhaled and stepped back from the map. Damn.\r\n examine the whole of Rome, Langdons eyes touched down on the leash churches where the beginning(a) triple cardinals had been killed. The Chigi Chapel… St. Peters… here…\r\nSeeing them all set out before him now, Langdon celebrated an oddity in their locations. Somehow he had imagined the churches would be scattered randomly across Rome. But they most definitely were not. Improbably, the deuce-ace churches seemed to be separated systematically, in an abundant city-wide triangle. Langdon double-checked. He was not imagining things. â€Å"Penna,” he said suddenly, without looking up.\r\nSomeone handed him a ballpoint pen.\r\nLangdon circled the terce churches. His pulse quickened. He triple-checked his markings. A symmetrical triangle!\r\nLangdons first thought was for the Great Seal on the one-dollar bill †the triangle containing the all- perceive eye. But it didnt betray sense. He had marked only three points. There were supposed to be four in all.\r\nSo where the netherworld is Water? Langdon knew that anywhere he placed the quaternate point, the triangle would be destroyed. The only alternative to retain the symmetry was to place the fourth marker inside the triangle, at the center. He looked at the spot on the map. Nothing. The idea bothered him anyway. The four elements of science were considered equal. Water was not special; Water would not be at the center of the others.\r\nStill, his inherent aptitude told him the systematic recording could not possibly be accidental. Im not yet seeing the whole picture. There was only one alternative. The four points did not counterbalanc e a triangle; they make some other shape.\r\nLangdon looked at the map. A square, perhaps? Although a square made no emblematical sense, squares were symmetrical at least. Langdon put his finger on the map at one of the points that would turn the triangle into a square. He saw immediately that a perfect tense square was impotential. The angles of the original triangle were kitty-cornered and created to a greater extent of a distorted quadrilateral.\r\nAs he studied the other possible points around the triangle, something unexpected happened. He detect that the line he had drawn preceding to indicate the direction of the angels spear passed abruptly through one of the possibilities. Stupefied, Langdon circled that point. He was now looking at four ink marks on the map, arranged in somewhat of an awkward, kitelike diamond.\r\nHe frowned. Diamonds were not an Illuminati symbol either. He paused. Then again…\r\nFor an mo Langdon flashed on the far-famed Illuminati Diamond. The thought, of course, was ridiculous. He dismissed it. Besides, this diamond was oblong †like a kite †hardly an example of the unflawed symmetry for which the Illuminati Diamond was revered.\r\nWhen he leaned in to examine where he had placed the final mark, Langdon was surprised to find that the fourth point lay dead center of Romes famed Piazza Navona. He knew the piazza contained a major church, but he had already traced his finger through that piazza and considered the church there. To the best of his knowledge it contained no Bernini works. The church was called Saint Agnes in Agony, named for St. Agnes, a set on teenage virgin banished to a life of sexual slavery for refusing to renounce her faith.\r\nThere must be something in that church! Langdon racked his brain, picturing the inside of the church. He could think of no Bernini works at all inside, much less anything to do with water. The arrangement on the map was bothering him too. A diamond. It was far too a ccurate to be coincidence, but it was not accurate becoming to make any sense. A kite? Langdon wondered if he had chosen the wrong point. What am I missing!\r\nThe answer took another thirty seconds to hit him, but when it did, Langdon felt an fervour like nothing he had ever experienced in his academic career.\r\nThe Illuminati genius, it seemed, would neer cease.\r\nThe shape he was looking at was not mean as a diamond at all. The four points only form a diamond because Langdon had connected adjacent points. The Illuminati believe in face-to-faces! Connecting opposite vertices with his pen, Langdons fingers were trembling. There before him on the map was a giant cruciform. Its a cross! The four elements of science spreaded before his eyes… sprawled across Rome in an enormous, city-wide cross.\r\nAs he stared in wonder, a line of poetry rang in his mind… like an old friend with a new face.\r\n‘Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold…\r\n‘Cross Rom e…\r\nThe fog began to clear. Langdon saw that the answer had been in front of him all night! The Illuminati poem had been telling him how the altars were laid out. A cross!\r\n‘Cross Rome the mystic elements unfold!\r\nIt was cunning wordplay. Langdon had to begin with read the wordCross as an abbreviation of Across. He assumed it was poetic license intended to retain the meter of the poem. But it was so much more than that! Another hidden clue.\r\nThe cruciform on the map, Langdon realized, was the ultimate Illuminati duality. It was a religious symbol formed by elements of science. Galileos path of Illumination was a tribute to both science and God!\r\nThe rest of the puzzle fell into place just more or less(predicate) immediately.\r\nPiazza Navona.\r\nDead center of Piazza Navona, outside the church of St. Agnes in Agony, Bernini had spoiled one of his most celebrated sculptures. allone who came to Rome went to see it.\r\nThe Fountain of the four Rivers!\r\nA f lawless tribute to water, Berninis Fountain of the Four Rivers glorified the four major rivers of the centenarian World †The Nile, Ganges, Danube, and Rio Plata.\r\nWater, Langdon thought. The final marker. It was perfect.\r\nAnd even more perfect, Langdon realized, the cherry on the cake, was that high atop Berninis fountain stood a towering obelisk.\r\n go forth confused firemen in his wake, Langdon ran across the church in the direction of Olivettis lifeless body.\r\n10:31 P.M., he thought. Plenty of time. It was the first instant all day that Langdon felt ahead of the game.\r\nKneeling beside Olivetti, out of sight behind some pews, Langdon discreetly took bullheadedness of the commanders semiautomatic and walkie-talkie. Langdon knew he would call for help, but this was not the place to do it. The final altar of science needed to run a secret for now. The media and fire department racing with sirens blaring to Piazza Navona would be no help at all.\r\nWithout a word, Lan gdon slipped out the door and skirted the press, who were now incoming the church in droves. He cut across Piazza Barberini. In the shadows he turned on the walkie-talkie. He tried to speak to Vatican City but heard nothing but static. He was either out of range or the transmitter needed some kind of authorization code. Langdon change the complex dials and buttons to no avail. Abruptly, he realized his plan to get help was not going to work. He spun, looking for a pay phone. None. Vatican circuits were jammed anyway.\r\nHe was alone.\r\n impression his initial surge of confidence decay, Langdon stood a moment and took stock of his pitiful state †covered in bone dust, cut, deliriously exhausted, and hungry.\r\nLangdon glanced back at the church. Smoke spiraled over the cupola, lit by the media lights and fire trucks. He wondered if he should go back and get help. Instinct warned him however that extra help, especially untrained help, would be nothing but a liability. If the Hassassin sees us coming… He thought of Vittoria and knew this would be his final chance to face her captor.\r\nPiazza Navona, he thought, subtile he could get there in plenty of time and stake it out. He scanned the area for a taxi, but the streets were almost entirely deserted. Even the taxi drivers, it seemed, had dropped everything to find a television. Piazza Navona was only close a mile away, but Langdon had no intention of wasting precious efficiency on foot. He glanced back at the church, wondering if he could borrow a vehicle from someone.\r\nA fire truck? A press van? Be serious.\r\nSensing options and minutes slipping away, Langdon made his decision. Pulling the gun from his pocket, he act an act so out of grapheme that he suspected his soul must now be possessed. Running over to a lone Citroen sedan idling at a stoplight, Langdon pointed the weapon through the drivers open window. â€Å"Fuori!” he yelled.\r\nThe trembling man got out.\r\nLangdon jumped behind the wheel and hit the gas.\r\n ci\r\nGunther Glick sat on a judicial system in a holding armored combat vehicle inside the office of the Swiss Guard. He prayed to every god he could think of. Please let this NOT be a dream. It had been the scoop of his life. The scoop of anyones life. Every reporter on earth wished he were Glick right now. You are awake, he told himself. And you are a star. Dan Rather is crying right now.\r\nMacri was beside him, looking a little crook stunned. Glick didnt blame her. In addition to wholly broadcasting the camerlegnos address, she and Glick had provided the world with gruesome photos of the cardinals and of the Pope †that tongue! †as well as a live video hold of the antimatter canister counting down. Incredible!\r\nOf course, all of that had all been at the camerlegnos behest, so that was not the reason Glick and Macri were now locked in a Swiss Guard holding tank. It had been Glicks hardiness addendum to their coverage that t he guards had not appreciated. Glick knew the communion on which he had just report was not intended for his ears, but this was his moment in the sun. Another Glick scoop!\r\nâ€Å"The eleventh minute of arc Samaritan?” Macri groaned on the bench beside him, clearly unimpressed.\r\nGlick smiled. â€Å"Brilliant, wasnt it?”\r\nâ€Å"Brilliantly dumb.”\r\nShes just jealous, Glick knew. Shortly after the camerlegnos address, Glick had again, by chance, been in the right place at the right time. Hed overheard Rocher giving new orders to his men. Apparently Rocher had received a phone call from a mysterious one-on-one who Rocher claimed had critical information regarding the current crisis. Rocher was talking as if this man could help them and was advising his guards to dress up for the guests arrival.\r\nAlthough the information was clearly private, Glick had acted as any dedicated reporter would †without honor. Hed found a dark corner, ordered Macri to fi re up her remote camera, and hed reported the news.\r\nâ€Å"Shocking new developments in Gods city,” he had announced, squinting his eyes for added intensity. Then hed gone on to say that a secret guest was coming to Vatican City to save the day. The 11th Hour Samaritan, Glick had called him †a perfect name for the faceless man appearing at the last moment to do a good deed. The other networks had picked up the catchy sound bite, and Glick was yet again immortalized.\r\nIm brilliant, he mused. Peter Jennings just jumped off a bridge.\r\nOf course Glick had not stopped there. While he had the worlds attention, he had thrown in a little of his own conspiracy opening for good measure.\r\nBrilliant. Utterly brilliant.\r\nâ€Å"You screwed us,” Macri said. â€Å"You totally blew it.”\r\nâ€Å"What do you mean? I was great!”\r\nMacri stared disbelievingly. â€Å" antecedent President George bush? An Illuminatus?”\r\nGlick smiled. How much more e vident could it be? George Bush was a well-documented, 33rd-degree Mason, and he was the head of the CIA when the agency unopen their Illuminati investigation for lack of evidence. And all those speeches about â€Å"a thousand points of light” and a â€Å"New World Order”… Bush was transparently Illuminati.\r\nâ€Å"And that bit about CERN?” Macri chided. â€Å"You are going to have a very big line of lawyers outside your door tomorrow.”\r\nâ€Å"CERN? Oh come on! Its so obvious! Think about it! The Illuminati disappear off the face of the earth in the mid-fifties at about the same time CERN is founded. CERN is a haven for the most beginner people on earth. Tons of private funding. They build a weapon that can destroy the church, and oops!… they lose it!”\r\nâ€Å"So you tell the world that CERN is the new home ascendant of the Illuminati?”\r\nâ€Å"Obviously! Brotherhoods dont just disappear. The Illuminati had to go somewh ere. CERN is a perfect place for them to hide. Im not maxim everyone at CERN is Illuminati. Its probably like a huge Masonic lodge, where most people are innocent, but the upper echelons †â€Å"\r\nâ€Å" pose you ever heard of slander, Glick? Liability?”\r\nâ€Å" piss you ever heard of real journalism!”\r\nâ€Å"Journalism? You were pulling bullshit out of thin air! I should have turned off the camera! And what the hell was that crap about CERNs corporate logotypetypetype? Satanic symbology? Have you lost your mind?”\r\nGlick smiled. Macris jealousy was definitely showing. The CERN logo had been the most brilliant coup of all. Ever since the camerlegnos address, all the networks were talking about CERN and antimatter. Some place were showing the CERN corporate logo as a backdrop. The logo seemed tie-upard enough †two intersecting circles representing two corpuscle accelerators, and five tangential lines representing particle nip tubes. The w hole world was staring at this logo, but it had been Glick, a bit of a symbologist himself, who had first seen the Illuminati symbology hidden in it.\r\nâ€Å"Youre not a symbologist,” Macri chided, â€Å"youre just one lucky-ass reporter. You should have left the symbology to the Harvard guy.”\r\nâ€Å"The Harvard guy missed it,” Glick said.\r\nThe Illuminati entailment in this logo is so obvious!\r\nHe was beaming inside. Although CERN had lots of accelerators, their logo showed only two. Two is the Illuminati number of duality. Although most accelerators had only one injection tube, the logo showed five. Five is the number of the Illuminati pentagram. Then had come the coup †the most brilliant point of all. Glick pointed out that the logo contained a walloping numeral â€Å"6 †clearly formed by one of the lines and circles †and when the logo was rotated, another six appeared… and then another. The logo contained three sixes! 666! The d evils number! The mark of the beast!\r\nGlick was a genius.\r\nMacri looked ready to slug him.\r\nThe jealousy would pass, Glick knew, his mind now wandering to another thought. If CERN was Illuminati headquarters, was CERN where the Illuminati unploughed their infamous Illuminati Diamond? Glick had read about it on the Internet †â€Å"a flawless diamond, born of the ancient elements with such perfection that all those who saw it could only stand in wonder.”\r\nGlick wondered if the secret whereabouts of the Illuminati Diamond cleverness be yet another mystery he could unveil tonight.\r\n'