Langdon could not believe the artwork on the walls-mint-condition busts, tapestries, friezes-works worth hundreds of thousands of dollars.
Langdon’s art history had taught him enough Italian to pick out signs for the Vatican Printing Office, the Tapestry Restoration Lab, Post Office Management, and the Church of St. Ann.
Carlo had, for some unknown reason, only moments before the blast, left his mother’s side and ventured into a protected alcove to ponder a tapestry depicting the story of St. Francis.
A heavy tapestry, he thought.
The room was a lushly adorned Renaissance library complete with inlaid bookshelves, oriental carpets, and colorful tapestries …. and yet the room bristled with high-tech gear-banks of computers, faxes, electronic maps of the Vatican complex, and televisions tuned to CNN.
If I can somehow smother the …. But he knew a tapestry was not to be found.