“There’s a symbolic clue on Fleet Street,” Langdon asked, staring at Teabing in the back seat of the limo. “There’s a symbolic clue on Fleet Street?” Teabing had been unnervingly tight-lipped about where he thought they might find the “knight’s tomb,” which would contain the code word that would unlock the small cryptex, according to the poem’s lyrics. Teabing smiled and turned to Sophie. “Miss Neveu, give that Harvard boy a second chance and let him look at the lyrics again, will you?” Sophie reached into her pocket and pulled out the black cryptex, which was wrapped in a goatskin safe. They had all decided to leave the rosewood box and the larger cryptex in the plane’s safe, taking with them only what they needed—the black cryptex, which was easier to carry and less noticeable.
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