The Source - Michael Cordy [30]
'Protection? From whom? I'm not giving Lauren's notes to anybody until I find out what's going on. I'm beginning to suspect that whoever broke into our house and harmed Lauren wanted her notes – badly.' Kelly was glaring at him now. 'How badly do you want them, Father?'
Torino valued self-control above all things, but at that moment almost lost his. To come so close to possessing what he most desired only to be thwarted was intolerable. Anger and frustration welled within him. 'You think I tried to steal your wife's notes? I don't need them. We have files in the Vatican, Inquisition Archives that will give us all the information we need. I only came here to expedite our translation and help you.'
'To help me? Are you sure you didn't want to use Lauren's notes for your own ends, whatever they may be?'
'Be careful, Dr Kelly. You have no idea what you're getting involved in. I'm offering to share the burden of this perilous knowledge before it's too late. Don't refuse it.'
'Why not? What will you do?'
Torino clenched his jaw and allowed his rage to cool into something harder. It was pointless saying more – he had already said too much. Kelly's mind was made up. What had the mysterious Sister Chantal said to him – or shown him? 'You'll regret this,' he said coldly, left the house, walked across the gravel and stepped into his limousine. As he sat back and considered his options, he suddenly remembered where he had last heard of Sister Chantal. He called his office in Rome and told them to put him through to Father Seamus Dunleavy at the Institute of Miracles. 'That letter from the Ugandan hospice you brought to my attention last week.'
'The spontaneous healing of the two brothers with Aids?'
'Yes. What was the name of the nun who went missing at around the same time?'
'Sister Chantal.' Torino was about to ask another question when Father Seamus continued: 'I don't know if it's relevant, Father General, but the hospice sent us something else linked to the case.'
'What?'
'A wooden box with ornate carvings. The cured boys claim the nun gave it to them.'
'Describe the carvings.'
'I'll take a photo and send it to you.'
As the image appeared on Torino's phone, his mouth dried. It confirmed that Sister Chantal was somehow linked to Orlando Falcon's Garden of God, and could be crucial to finding it. 'Thank you, Father, that's very helpful. Tell me one more thing. How much do we know about the nun, Sister Chantal?'
'Very little.'
'I want you to find out all you can. Who she is, how long she's been in her order, where she comes from – everything.'
As he hung up he knew he had to manage the next stage carefully. If the geologist and the nun did as Torino predicted, they would become invaluable, unwitting pawns. Otherwise Torino would have no choice but to intervene – aggressively.
He pressed a number on speed dial: 'Marco, it's me. There's something the Church needs you to do.'
17
Ross Kelly didn't know what to think. What Sister Chantal had told him before Torino arrived was so ludicrous, so insane, that he couldn't believe it. When he had challenged Torino, he had expected the Black Pope to confirm his scepticism, but the priest's veiled threats had done the opposite. They had bolstered the nun's credibility.
Immediately Torino had left, Ross checked on Sister Chantal, who was asleep on the couch. He draped a blanket over her, took the opaque plastic bag from her hands and went up to Lauren's office. He powered up Lauren's computer, input her password and opened her private Voynich folder. Before he went into any files, however, he found himself staring at the nun's bag. He wanted to believe the story she had told him, recalling their earlier conversation, because it offered him hope where there was none . . .
'Ross, do you know who wrote the Voynich?'
'No idea. No one does, do they?'
'A Jesuit priest, Father Orlando Falcon, wrote it in the latter half of the sixteenth century, some years after the