"Put your hands in the air." Rachel said, now aiming the gun at the main target, Langdon, "Now."
They did it without hesitation. But something was strange, the pair didn't look like killers and the other two, a manservant in a tuxedo and a crippled old history buff hardly looked like the type to harbor criminals either. But Fache had said he was sure. They were the criminals. Appearance could be deceiving. She opened her mouth to speak but Langdon got there first.
"Please," He said, slowly, "Let us explain."
Rachel was curious as to what he would say, she had the situation in hand, no one was going anywhere, she had that under control. "Explain what?"
"What happened tonight," Langdon said, slowly, "The murders, it wasn't us."
"It wasn't?" Rachel asked, "Then who was it?"
"I know it's hard to swallow," Langdon said, "But Saunière wasn't pointing me as the murderer."
"He was recruiting him." Neveu said, "To help me, Jacques Saunière was my grandfather. PS means Princess Sophie, it's what he called me and tonight he has left me clues, clues to his killer,"
"Clues?" Rachel pressed, "This is lies, why would you run if you were innocent?"
"Fache would never have let him go, if he catches us he will detain us for as long as it takes him to find the real culprit," Sophie said, "And by that time whatever my Grand Pèrewas trying to tell us will be gone," Sophie swallowed, she could tell Officer Ulliel was considering what she had said, she hoped with every fiber of her body that they could bring her around or else she feared she would never know what herGrand Père was trying to tell her. The truth about your family. The words rang in her ears as though he was speaking to her now and she knew she had to convince Ulliel. She just needed some more evidence. "Leigh," She said gently, "Show her the keystone."
"The what?" Rachel asked, looking now at Teabing who was looking reluctantly at the box on the table before him. "What is that?"
"What is this?" Teabing repeated, breathing each word as though her ignorance pained him, "This is the key to the Holy Grail, this is the key to finding her grandfathers killer."
"The Holy Grail?" Rachel repeated, dumbstruck. Clearly, she'd walked into a room full of holy nuts. "You're saying the Holy Grail is real?"
"Real enough to kill for," Teabing said dramatically.
Rachel felt her eyebrows rise, "To kill for?"
"The person who killed my Grand Père was looking for something," Sophie said, "They were looking for the box on that table."
Rachel's heart was hammering against her ribcage. Had she made a fatal error in trusting Fache's statement? Everything they said opened frightening new possibilities but could there be truth in what they were saying? Could someone really believe the Holy Grail was real and be willing to kill four people to get their hands on it? Her question was answered in seconds.