iancaldwell&dustinthomason.theruleoffour-第38部分
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so on…and move four stadia south; ten east; two north; and six west。 If any of those locations is in what would've been a forest in Colonna's time; we mark it。〃
〃Let's look;〃 I say。
Paul presses the Advance button; shifting through a series of maps made in the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries。 They have the quality of architectural caricatures; buildings drawn out of proportion with their surroundings; crowded up against each other until the spaces in between are impossible to judge。
〃How are we going to measure distances on those?〃 I ask。
He answers me by pumping the hand control several more times。 After three or four more Renaissance maps; a modern one appears。 The city looks more like the one I remember from travel books my father gave me before our trip to the Vatican。 The Aurelian Wall on the north; east; and south and the Tiber River on the west create the profile of an old woman's head facing the rest of Italy。 The church of San Lorenzo; where Colonna had the two men killed; hovers like a fly just beyond the arch of the old woman's nose。
〃This one has the right scale on it;〃 Paul says; pointing to the measurements in the upper…left corner。 Eight stadia are marked along a single line; labeled ANCIENT ROMAN MILE。
He walks toward the image on the wall and places his hand beside the scale。 From the base of his palm to the tip of his middle finger; he covers the full eight stadia。
〃Let's start with the Coliseum。〃 He kneels on the floor and places his hand near a dark oval in the middle of the map; near the old woman's cheek。 〃Four south;〃 he says; moving a palm…length down; 〃and ten east。〃 He moves one full hand…length across; then adds half an index finger。 〃Then two north and six west。〃
When he finishes; he's pointing to a spot labeled M。 CELIUS on the map。
〃You think that's where it is?〃
〃Not there;〃 he says; deflated。 Pointing to a dark circle on the map just southwest of his finishing point; he says; 〃Right over here is a church。 San Stefano Rotondo。〃 He shifts his finger northeast。 〃This is another one; Santi Quattro Coronati。 And here〃…he moves the finger southeast…〃is Saint John Lateran; where the popes lived until the fourteenth century。 If Francesco had built his crypt here; he would've done it within a quarter mile of three different churches。 No way。〃
He begins again。 〃The Circus Flaminius;〃 he says。 〃This map is old。 I think Gatti placed it closer to here。〃 He moves his finger closer to the river; then repeats the directions。
〃Good or bad?〃 I say; staring at the location; somewhere atop the Palatine Hill。
He frowns。 〃Bad。 This is almost right in the middle of San Teodoro。〃
〃Another church?〃
He nods。
〃You're sure Colonna wouldn't have built it near a church?〃
He looks at me as if I've forgotten the cardinal rule。 〃Every message says he's terrified of being caught by the zealots。 The 'men of God。' How do you interpret that?〃
Losing patience; he tries two other possibilities…the Circus of Hadrian and the old Circus of Nero; over which the Vatican was built…but in both cases; the rectangle of twenty…two stadia lands him almost in the middle of the Tiber River。
〃There's a stadium in every corner of this map;〃 I tell him。 〃Why don't we think about where the crypt could be; then work backward to see if there's a stadium near it?〃
He mulls it over。 〃I'd have to check some of my other atlases at Ivy。〃
〃We can e back here tomorrow。〃
Paul; whose supply of optimism is thinning; eyes the map a moment longer; then nods。 Colonna has beat him again。 Even the spying portmaster was outwitted。
〃What now?〃 I ask。
He buttons his coat; turning off the projector。 〃I want to check Bill's desk in the library downstairs。〃 He returns the slide machine to its shelf; trying to leave everything where he found it。
〃Why?〃
〃To see if anything else from the diary is there。 Richard insists there was a blueprint folded inside it。〃
He opens the door and holds it for me; checking the room before locking it up。
〃You have a key for the library?〃
He shakes his head。 〃Bill told me the punch code for the stairwell。〃
We return into the darkness of the hallway; where Paul leads me down the corridor。 Orange security lights wink in the darkness like airplanes crossing at night。 We e to a door leading to a stairwell。 Below the knob is a box with five numbered buttons。 Paul thinks for a second; then begins to punch a short sequence。 As the knob unlocks in his hand; both of us freeze。 In the silence we can hear something shuffling。
Chapter 14
Go; I mouth; nudging Paul toward the library door。
A plate of security glass forms a small window in the panel; and we peek through it into the darkness of the room。
A shadow is shifting across the top of one of the private tables。 The beam of a flashlight hovers across its surface。 I can make out a hand reaching into one of the drawers。
〃That's Bill's desk;〃 Paul whispers。
His voice carries in the stairwell。 The path of the flashlight freezes; then moves in our direction。
I push Paul down below the window。
〃Who is that?〃 I ask。
〃I couldn't see。〃
We wait; listening for footsteps。 When we hear them moving away into the distance; I peek into the room again。 It's empty。
Paul pushes the door forward。 The entire area is sunk in the long shadows of bookshelves。 Moonlight presses at the sheet…glass windows to the north。 The drawers of Stein's desk are still open。
〃Is there another exit?〃 I whisper as we approach。
Paul nods and points past a series of ceiling…high shelves。
Suddenly there are footsteps again; shuffling in the direction of the exit; followed by a click。 The door latches gently into place。
I move toward the sound。
〃What are you doing?〃 Paul whispers。 He signals me back to him; by the desk。
I peer out the security glass into the far stairwell; but I can make out nothing。
Paul is already rummaging through Stein's papers; splaying his penlight over a clutter of notes and letters。 He points at a locked drawer that's been pried open。 The files in it have been pulled out and scattered over the desk。 Edges of paper curl up like untended grass。 There seems to be a folder for every professor in the history department。
REMENDATION: CHAIRMAN WORTHINGTON
REC (A…M): BAUM; CARTER; GODFREY; LI
REC (N…Z): NEWMAN; ROSSINI; SACKLER; WORTHINGTON (PRE…CHAIR)
REC (OTHER DEPTS): CONNER; DELFOSSE; LUTKE; MASON; QUINN
OLD CORRESPONDENCE: HARGRAVE/WILLIAMS; OXFORD
OLD CORRESPONDENCE: APPLETON; HARVARD
It means nothing to me; but Paul is fixed on them。
〃What's wrong?〃 I ask。
Paul runs his flashlight across the desktop。 〃Why does he need all these remendations?〃
Two other files lie open。 One is titled REC/CORRESPONDENCE: TAFT。 The other is LEVERAGE/LEADS。
Taft's letter has been pushed into a corner; brushed aside。 Paul rolls his shirt cuff over his fingers and yanks the paper into view。
William Stein is a petent young man。 He has worked under me for five years; and has mainly been useful in matters administrative and clerical。 I am confident that he will do a similar job wherever he goes。
〃God;〃 Paul whispers。 〃Vincent screwed him。〃 He reads it again。 〃Bill sounds like a secretary。〃
When Paul unfolds the dog…eared corner of the page; the date is from last month。 He picks it up; revealing a handwritten postscript。
Bill: I am writing this for you in spite of everything。 You deserve less。 Vincent。
〃You bastard 。 。 。〃 Paul whispers。 〃Bill was trying to get away from you。〃
He pans the flashlight over the LEVERAGE/LEADS folder。 A series of Stein's letter drafts lies on top; worked over in several pens。 Lines have been inserted and removed until the text is difficult to follow。 As Paul reads them; I can see the penlight begin to quiver in his hand。
Don Hargrave; begins the first letter; I am pleased to inform you that my research on the Hypnerotomachia Poliphili is pletenears pletion。 My results will be available by the end of April; if not sooner。 I assure you they are worth the wait。 As I have heard nothing from you and Master Williams since my letter of 17 January; please confirm that theprofessorshipposition we discussed remains availabl