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“That demonstration was so you understand I am perfectly serious. If you lie to me, Dr. Marin, I’ll cut you open and let my entire cast in to enjoy a morning treat.”
She was trying to suck in breaths, but the pain in her belly and her unreasoning fear made it difficult. Finally, she stared up at him, silent, as Gil was silent, no, no, she couldn’t think about Gil. But this man had murdered him. “Who are you?”
And suddenly he smiled. “No, I am not Dr. Laurence Bruce, a silly, pretentious little man who has served me well in the past. I am Roman Ardelean. Now, I will ask you only once. How did you come by the lost pages of the Voynich?”
She whispered, “Who is Radu?”
He raised the hood from Arlington’s head.
“No, no, please!”
He studied her terrified face, shrugged. “Very well, I will tell you. Radu is my twin brother. He doesn’t do well with crowds or the outside world. He stays here, where he is safe. He has a good life. He enjoys himself. His computers are his window to the outside world. Though I must say, I was impressed to see him speaking to you. Radu does not like strangers. Now, answer me.” He stroked the neck of the bird, and she preened for him.
“Please, just one more question, and I will tell you what I did. Did you steal the Voynich last year from Yale?”
“No, I did not. Nor do I know who did. I wish that I had now, but of course it’s far too late. No more, tell me how you came by the pages.”
She couldn’t tell him the truth, she wouldn’t, but she knew she had to convince him. After all, she’d practiced her lie so often, it came out smoothly, without hesitation. “I found them inside a book in the museum’s library. The pages were inside Meditations.”
He regarded her for a moment, then said, “That’s a lie, but I will let it go for the moment. How can you understand the language of the pages? Tell me, and don’t lie.”
She realized he’d switched from English to Voynichese. She wished she could pretend she didn’t understand, but it was too late for that. “I can’t explain how I know it, I just do. You know it is twin talk.”
He continued to stare at her, a finger stroking Arlington’s head.
She said, “You are a twin. You can read the Voynich as well as I can. It’s an early medical manuscript, written by twins who were geniuses, twins of Vlad Dracul’s line, one ill, one strong. The entire book is a discussion between them, conversations, about the earth, about herbs and flowers to heal and to maim, and the alchemic relationship between metals and matter, astrology, women, fertility, everything. You know it explains the way blood works in the body, how it nourishes the organs, the brain, the heart. You know it’s an herbal, but it’s also a code. It says for some, drinking blood, if a potion is given first, is necessary to live. I believe the writers, these twins, were probably very misunderstood and very isolated. Feared, most likely because no one could understand them. You and your twin, Radu, are the first I’ve ever met in my life who could read the Voynich and speak Voynichese.”
“I agree with you. I’ve already done your research—I have given the manuscript to many other sets of twins. There was no recognition. The best cryptographers approach it as if it’s a cipher. They look for a key, a code, when it’s a unique language. Your press conference on Thursday—how do you believe your announcement will be received by your peers and other so-called Voynich experts? And your claim that page seventy-four provides a sort of key to help the lay reader understand the manuscript?”
“They’ll probably laugh at me, about all of it.”
“As do I, at least about page seventy-four. I have examined all the loose pages, including page seventy-four. They are more of the same. Why were they torn out? Why was page seventy-four cut out? I have no idea, nor have I been able to find a single clue about it.”
He took a step toward her, and the falcon on his arm leaned toward her, as well. Isabella couldn’t move. “Yes,” Roman said, “Arlington would very much like to visit you again for a bite to eat. A reminder you will continue to tell me the truth. Now, before you tell me why you lied about where you found the pages, tell me, do you believe the twins who wrote it were mad?”
“No. Of course not. They were as sane as I am.”
He slowly nodded.
She was scared, desperate. “Please, you took the pages from my apartment, you killed my fiancé, why did you bring me here? What do you want of me?”
“We need you,” Radu said from the doorway, obviously listening. “We want you to help us.”
Isabella pulled up as far as she could to see him. “How can I possibly help you? I’ve told you everything I know. I’m a twin, I can understand Voynichese and read it, just as you and your brother can. So we are special twins, I suppose, but there’s nothing more I can say, nothing more I know.”
Roman moved closer to her. Arlington spread her wings again, sharp beak clacking at the noise. “Oh, you’ll help, Dr. Marin. Or you’ll wish you were dead, like your unfortunate fiancé.”
CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
MI5 Headquarters, Home Office
Thames House
12 Millbank
Westminster, London
Seven in the morning. The team, with the exception of Adam, sat around the private conference room with cups of hot black coffee in their hands. Except Harry Drummond, who was drinking his favored oolong.
