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g。 The melody was simple; the measured notes rising; one after another; in a dignified cadence; filling the air with beautiful sound。 
 The room seemed to change。 It became suffused with a kind of transcendent brightness。 The tremulous purity of the sound took D'Agosta's breath away。 The melody filled him like a presence; sweet and clean; speaking in a language beyond words。 A language of pure beauty。 
 And then the melody was over。 It was like being yanked from a dream。 D'Agosta realized that; for a moment; he'd lost track of everything: Fosco; the killings; their perilous situation。 Now it all came back with redoubled vengeance; all the worse for having been temporarily forgotten。 
 There was a silence while Fosco lowered the violin。 Then he spoke in a whisper; his voice trembling。 〃You see now? This is not just a violin。 It isalive 。 Do you understand; Mr。 D'Agosta; why the sound of the Stradivarius is so beautiful? Because it is mortal。 Because it is like the beating heart of a bird in flight。 It reminds us that all beautiful things must die。 The profound beauty of music lies somehow in its very transience and fragility。 It breathes for a shining moment…and then it expires。 That was the genius of Stradivari: he captured that moment in wood and varnish。 Heimmortalized mortality。〃 
 He looked back at Pendergast; eyes still haunted。 〃Yes; the music always dies。 Butthis 〃…he held up the violin…〃will never die。 It will outlive us all a hundred times over。 Tell me now; Mr。 Pendergast; that I have done wrong to save this violin。 Please; say that I have mitted a crime。〃 
 Pendergast said nothing。 
 〃I'll say it;〃 said D'Agosta。 〃You're a cold…blooded murderer。〃 
 〃Ah; yes;〃 Fosco murmured。 〃One can always count on a philistine to lay down absolute morality。〃 He carefully wiped down the violin with a soft cloth and put it away。 〃Beautiful as it is; it isn't at its best。 It needs more playing。 I've been exercising it every day; fifteen minutes at first; now up to half an hour。 It's healing already。 In another six months; it will be back to its perfect self。 I will loan it to Renata Lichtenstein。 Do you know her? The first woman to win the Tchaikovsky petition; a girl of only eighteen but already a transcendental genius。 Yes; Renata will play it and go on to glory and renown。 And then; when she can no longer play; my heir will loan it to someone else; and his heir to someone else; and so it will go down the centuries。〃 
 〃Do you have an heir?〃 Pendergast asked。 
 D'Agosta was surprised by the question。 But Fosco was not; he seemed to wele it。 
 〃Not a direct heir; no。 But I shall not wait long to furnish myself with a son。 I have just met the most charming woman。 The only drawback is that she is English; but at least she can boast an Italian great…grandfather。〃 His smile broadened。 
 As D'Agosta watched; Pendergast grew pale。 〃You are grotesquely deluded if you thinkshe will marry you。〃 
 〃I know; I know。 Count Fosco is fat; revoltingly fat。 But do not underestimate the power of a charming tongue to capture a woman's heart。 Lady Maskelene and I had a marvelous afternoon on the island。 We are both of the noble classes。 Weunderstand each other。〃 He dusted his waistcoat。 〃I might even go on a diet。〃 
 This was greeted by a short silence。 Then Pendergast spoke again。 〃You've showed us the violin。 May we now see this little device that you spoke of? The device that killed at least four men?〃 
 〃With greatest pleasure。 I'm very proud of it。 Not only will I show it to you; I'll give you a demonstration。〃 
 D'Agosta felt a chill。Demonstration? 
 Fosco nodded to Pinketts; who took the violin and left the room。 Within moments he returned with a large aluminum suitcase。 Fosco unlatched the case and raised the lid; exposing half a dozen pieces of metal nestled in gray foam rubber。 He began removing them; screwing them together。 Then he turned and nodded to D'Agosta。 
 〃Will you please stand over there; Sergeant?〃 he asked quietly。 
   
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 〃Buck!〃 Hayward screamed again; fighting against an almostoverwhelming panic。 〃Don't let them do this!〃 But it was hopeless; the roar of the crowd drowned out her voice; and Buck was in his tent; flaps closed; out of sight behind a wall of people。 
 The crowd was closing in now; the noose tightening fast。 The ringleader…Buck's aide…de…camp; bolstered by increasingly frenzied followers…raised the hand with the rock。 Watching him; Hayward saw his eyes widen; his nostrils flare。 She'd seen that look before: it was the look of someone about to strike。 
 〃Don't!〃 she shouted。 〃This isn't what you're about! It's against everything you stand for!〃 
 〃Shut up; centurion!〃 Todd cried。 
 She stumbled; righted herself。 Even at this moment of extreme danger; she realized she could not show fear。 She kept her eyes on Todd…he was the greatest threat; the match for the powder keg…and let her gun hand hover near her piece。 As a last resort…a very last resort…she'd have to use it。 Of course; once she did; that would be the end。 But she wasn't going to go down like a cat under a pack of dogs。 
 Something about all this isn't right。Something was going on; something was being played out here that she didn't understand。 
 The cries of the crowd; their strange epithets; made no sense。Centurion。 Soldier of Rome。 What was this talk? Something Buck was subtly encouraging in recent sermons? And speaking of Buck; why had he seemed disappointed when she arrived…and then just walked away? Why the glassy; expectant look in his eyes? Something had happened to him; between this visit and the last。 
 What was it? 
 〃Blasphemer!〃 Todd screamed。 He took another step closer。 
 In response; the crowd tightened around Hayward。 She had barely enough room to turn around now。 She could feel rancid breath on the back of her neck; feel her heart beating like mad。 Her hand strayed closer to the butt of her gun。 
 There was a pattern here; if only she could see it。 Therehad to be。 
 She fought to stay rational。 Her only way out of this was Buck himself。 There was no other。 
 Quickly; she went back over her knowledge of deviant psychology; over Buck's possible motivations。 What had Wentworth said?Possibly paranoid schizophrenic; potential for a Messianic plex。 Deep down; she was still convinced Buck was no schizophrenic。 
 But a Messianic plex 。 。 。 ? 
 The need to be the Messiah。Perhaps…just perhaps…Wentworth was more right on that point than he knew。 
 Then; in an instant of revelation; it came to her。 All of Buck's new hopes; new desires; were suddenly laid bare。 This talk about Romans…they weren't talking about Roman Catholics。 They were talking about real Romans。 Pagan Romans。 Centurions。The soldiers who came to arrest Jesus。 
 She suddenly understood the script Buck was following。That was why he ignored her; walked back into the tent。She didn't fit into his vision of what had to happen。 
 She faced the crowd; addressed them in her loudest voice。 〃A band of soldiers are ing to arrest Buck!〃 
 This had a galvanic effect on the crowd。 The yelling faltered a little; front to back; like the ripple of a stone on a pond。 
 〃Did you hear!〃 
 〃The soldiers are ing!〃 
 〃They're ing!〃Hayward yelled encouragingly。 
 The crowd took up the cry as she hoped they would; acting as a megaphone to Buck。〃The soldiers are ing!The centurions are ing! 〃 
 There was a movement in the crowd; a kind of general sigh。 As one group moved back; Hayward saw that Buck had reappeared at the door of his tent。 The crowd seethed with expectation。 Todd raised his rock once again; then hesitated。 
 It was the opening she needed。 Momentary; but just enough to call Rocker。 She slipped out her radio and bent forward; shielding herself from the crowd。 
 〃missioner!〃 she called out。 
 For a moment; static。 Then Rocker's voice crackled over the tiny speaker。 
 〃What the hell's going on; Captain? It sounds like a riot。 We're mobilizing; we're going innow and getting your assout …〃 
 〃No!〃 Hayward said sharply。 〃It'll be a bloodbath!〃 
 〃She's using her radio!〃 Todd screamed。 〃Betrayer!〃 
 〃Sir;listen to me。 Send in thirty…three men。 Thirty…threeexactly 。 And those undercover cops you've been using

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