The Manuscript I the Secret by Blanca Miosi & Gretchen Abernathy

Author:Blanca Miosi & Gretchen Abernathy [Miosi, Blanca & Abernathy, Gretchen]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Suspense, Thriller
Amazon: B0141S2FOA
Published: 2015-08-16T04:00:00+00:00

In the car, Nicholas fiendishly compared the pages I had ripped out with the notes he had made. I drove as fast as safety allowed. After a few moments, he pulled from his pockets a piece of paper with a drawing on it.

“Look,” he said, holding it out for me. It was the reproduction of a painting that looked familiar to me.

“Good God, did you tear that out of the book?”

“From the Red Book. And it matches this—” as I glanced, I got momentarily distracted. The car made a strange little swivel, and the motor cut off.

I noticed then that the gray car that had been about a hundred yards behind us since we left Hereford had slowed down. Until that moment, I had not been overly cautious. I had taken Brother Martucci’s words as a somewhat implausible warning. But I began to realize it was more than likely that I was in danger. The gray car passed us. The man from the restaurant was driving.

“He’s been following us since we left,” I told Nicholas.

“Are you sure?”

“I am now. So what did you find?” I asked, starting the engine again.

“Do you remember the strange words in your uncle’s message? I copied them and brought them with me. They match up with the inscription of a Bosch painting: Meester snyt die keye ras / myn name is lubbert das, written in Flemish from what I could gather. It means, ‘Master, cut away the stone, my name is Lubbert das.’ The Red Book is a catalog of all of Bosch’s works, published in 1730.”

“Good God...and you ripped a page out!”

“Oh, and what about you? You nearly cleaned out an entire Holy Bible!”

He was right. It was no time for theatrics.

“I remember that painting. I think Uncle Claudio had it in his study,” I said.

“He had Extracting the Stone of Madness? That’s impossible. It’s at the Museo del Prado in Madrid.”

“I don’t mean the original. It was small, a reproduction, barely a foot high. But I haven’t seen it lately.”

“So what if the psalms and the painting are somehow related?”

I did not answer. I turned everything over in my mind for the rest of the trip. Our little incursion into Hereford had been relatively fruitful. We had all but ransacked a sacred facility, and I still did not understand the outcome. At the airport, after returning the rental car, I said, “You keep the papers. The man from the restaurant will follow me. Take a flight to Rome and wait for me at Villa Contini.”

Nicholas nodded, though his mind was clearly elsewhere.

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