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 Sophie reached down and pressed the ENTER key。
 Nothing happened。
 At least nothing they could detect。
  
 At that moment; beneath them; in the bank's cavernous subterranean vault; a robotic claw sprang to life。 Sliding on a double…axis transport system attached to the ceiling; the claw headed off in search of the proper coordinates。 On the cement floor below; hundreds of identical plastic crates lay aligned on an enormous grid。。。 like rows of small coffins in an underground crypt。
 Whirring to a stop over the correct spot on the floor; the claw dropped down; an electric eye confirming the bar code on the box。 Then; with puter precision; the claw grasped the heavy handle and hoisted the crate vertically。 New gears engaged; and the claw transported the box to the far side of the vault; ing to a stop over a stationary conveyor belt。
 Gently now; the retrieval arm set down the crate and retracted。
 Once the arm was clear; the conveyor belt whirred to life。。。。
  
 Upstairs; Sophie and Langdon exhaled in relief to see the conveyor belt move。 Standing beside the belt; they felt like weary travelers at baggage claim awaiting a mysterious piece of luggage whose contents were unknown。
 The conveyor belt entered the room on their right through a narrow slit beneath a retractable door。 The metal door slid up; and a huge plastic box appeared; emerging from the depths on the inclined conveyor belt。 The box was black; heavy molded plastic; and far larger than she imagined。 It looked like an air…freight pet transport crate without any airholes。
 The box coasted to a stop directly in front of them。
 Langdon and Sophie stood there; silent; staring at the mysterious container。
 Like everything else about this bank; this crate was industrial…metal clasps; a bar code sticker on top; and molded heavy…duty handle。 Sophie thought it looked like a giant toolbox。
 Wasting no time; Sophie unhooked the two buckles facing her。 Then she glanced over at Langdon。 Together; they raised the heavy lid and let it fall back。
 Stepping forward; they peered down into the crate。
 At first glance; Sophie thought the crate was empty。 Then she saw something。 Sitting at the bottom of the crate。 A lone item。
 The polished wooden box was about the size of a shoebox and had ornate hinges。 The wood was a lustrous deep purple with a strong grain。 Rosewood; Sophie realized。 Her grandfather's favorite。 The lid bore a beautiful inlaid design of a rose。 She and Langdon exchanged puzzled looks。 Sophie leaned in and grabbed the box; lifting it out。
 My God; it's heavy!
 She carried it gingerly to a large receiving table and set it down。 Langdon stood beside her; both of them staring at the small treasure chest her grandfather apparently had sent them to retrieve。
 Langdon stared in wonderment at the lid's hand…carved inlay…a five…petal rose。 He had seen this type of rose many times。 〃The five…petal rose;〃 he whispered; 〃is a Priory symbol for the Holy Grail。〃
 Sophie turned and looked at him。 Langdon could see what she was thinking; and he was thinking it too。 The dimensions of the box; the apparent weight of its contents; and a Priory symbol for the Grail all seemed to imply one unfathomable conclusion。 The Cup of Christ is in this wooden box。 Langdon again told himself it was impossible。
 〃It's a perfect size;〃 Sophie whispered; 〃to hold。。。 a chalice。〃
 It can't be a chalice。
 Sophie pulled the box toward her across the table; preparing to open it。 As she moved it; though; something unexpected happened。 The box let out an odd gurgling sound。
 Langdon did a double take。 There's liquid inside?
 Sophie looked equally confused。 〃Did you just hear。。。?〃
 Langdon nodded; lost。 〃Liquid。〃
 Reaching forward; Sophie slowly unhooked the clasp and raised the lid。
 The object inside was unlike anything Langdon had ever seen。 One thing was immediately clear to both of them; however。 This was definitely not the Cup of Christ。
  
 CHAPTER 45
 
 〃The police are blocking the street;〃 André Vernet said; walking into the waiting room。 〃Getting you out will be difficult。〃 As he closed the door behind him; Vernet saw the heavy…duty plastic case on the conveyor belt and halted in his tracks。 My God! They accessed Saunière's account?
 Sophie and Langdon were at the table; huddling over what looked to be a large wooden jewelry box。 Sophie immediately closed the lid and looked up。 〃We had the account number after all;〃 she said。
 Vernet was speechless。 This changed everything。 He respectfully diverted his eyes from the box and tried to figure out his next move。 I have to get them out of the bank! But with the police already having set up a roadblock; Vernet could imagine only one way to do that。 〃Mademoiselle Neveu; if I can get you safely out of the bank; will you be taking the item with you or returning it to the vault before you leave?〃
 Sophie glanced at Langdon and then back to Vernet。 〃We need to take it。〃
 Vernet nodded。 〃Very well。 Then whatever the item is; I suggest you wrap it in your jacket as we move through the hallways。 I would prefer nobody else see it。〃
 As Langdon shed his jacket; Vernet hurried over to the conveyor belt; closed the now empty crate; and typed a series of simple mands。 The conveyor belt began moving again; carrying the plastic container back down to the vault。 Pulling the gold key from the podium; he handed it to Sophie。
 〃This way please。 Hurry。〃
 When they reached the rear loading dock; Vernet could see the flash of police lights filtering through the underground garage。 He frowned。 They were probably blocking the ramp。 Am I really going to try to pull this off? He was sweating now。
 Vernet motioned to one of the bank's small armored trucks。 Transport s?r was another service offered by the Depository Bank of Zurich。
 〃Get in the cargo hold;〃 he said; heaving open the massive rear door and motioning to the glistening steel partment。 〃I'll be right back。〃
 As Sophie and Langdon climbed in; Vernet hurried across the loading dock to the dock overseer's office; let himself in; collected the keys for the truck; and found a driver's uniform jacket and cap。 Shedding his own suit coat and tie; he began to put on the driver's jacket。 Reconsidering; he donned a shoulder holster beneath the uniform。 On his way out; he grabbed a driver's pistol from the rack; put in a clip; and stuffed it in the holster; buttoning his uniform over it。 Returning to the truck; Vernet pulled the driver's cap down low and peered in at Sophie and Langdon; who were standing inside the empty steel box。
 〃You'll want this on;〃 Vernet said; reaching inside and flicking a wall switch to illuminate the lone courtesy bulb on the hold's ceiling。 〃And you'd better sit down。 Not a sound on our way out the gate。〃
 Sophie and Langdon sat down on the metal floor。 Langdon cradled the treasure wadded in his tweed jacket。 Swinging the heavy doors closed; Vernet locked them inside。 Then he got in behind the wheel and revved the engine。
 As the armored truck lumbered toward the top of the ramp; Vernet could feel the sweat already collecting beneath his driver's cap。 He could see there were far more police lights in front than he had imagined。 As the truck powered up the ramp; the interior gate swung inward to let him pass。 Vernet advanced and waited while the gate behind him closed before pulling forward and tripping the next sensor。 The second gate opened; and the exit beckoned。
 Except for the police car blocking the top of the ramp。
 Vernet dabbed his brow and pulled forward。
 A lanky officer stepped out and waved him to a stop a few meters from the roadblock。 Four patrol cars were parked out front。
 Vernet stopped。 Pulling his driver's cap down farther; he effected as rough a facade as his cultured upbringing would allow。 Not budging from behind the wheel; he opened the door and gazed down at the agent; whose face was stern and sallow。
 〃Qu'est…ce qui se passe?〃 Vernet asked; his tone rough。
 〃Je suis Jérome Collet;〃 the agent said。 〃Lieutenant Police Judiciaire。〃 He motioned to the truck's cargo hold。 〃Qu'est…ce qu'ily a là dedans?〃
 〃Hell if I know;〃 Vernet replied in crude French。 〃I'm only a driver。〃
 Collet 

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