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presence. Two guards watched the inside of the church, controlling the entrance of the members of the group by the back door. Every five minutes a car drew up at this door and a person wearing a monk´s habit got out. They went to the door and knocked three times at the top and twice at the bottom. It was the sign for the guard to allow them to go in. As they entered the car drove away. In all, eleven monks entered
the church.
    Inside, the monks began to sit down as they arrived. The place was dark and gloomy and there were torches burning on all the columns which supported the roof of the church. The monks didn´t even look at each other, let alone exchange a word. It was totally silent. And then a monk wearing a white habit appeared at the altar.
    ‘Good evening, brothers,’ said the white monk in accented French. ‘I appreciate your illustrious presence. Brothers, as you well know, today is a very important day for us. For centuries our predecessors waited, and now we have been waiting for this day. Our last meeting was thirty years ago and, for some of us, this is the first meeting. As you were told, this meeting was to be in the exact place where our relic is buried - and today is the day that we will unearth it.’
    The relic they were to unearth had been placed in that church by the Knights Templar in the fifteenth century, and had been lying there in secret until then. Only the family of the grand master, the white monk, knew its exact location. Weeks before the meeting, all the members had received an ancient parchment, delivered personally by trusted messengers of the grand master, informing them. The parchment was sealed with the symbol of the society, which only the members themselves recognized.
    Then the white monk went on:
    ‘Brothers, it happens that our enemies are close to finding this place. So the withdrawal of the relic is more than providential.’
    ‘Brother, we would like to have the latest news about our enemies. How did you discover that they were close?’ asked one of the monks in a worried voice.
    ‘Our contact in the CIA is monitoring some of their members, and according to the intelligence report they are already in Marseilles, searching. They have never been so close,’ replied the grand master. ‘Please follow me down under the church. Come this way.’
    The white monk climbed down and walked along the wall behind the altar. In the middle were old wooden bookshelves, practically rotten from the damp in the place. With the help of two of the other monks one of the bookshelves was carefully removed. The floor was of white marble, but it was black from years of accumulated dirt. A guard wearing a dark blue tunic took hold of a pickaxe and looked into the white monk´s eyes. The latter gave the signal for him to start breaking the marble in that exact spot. As the guard broke the flooring, instead of the broken pieces of marble staying put or flying into the air, they were sucked downwards. The floor was hollow, in fact it was a passageway. After making a hole about a yard in each direction, they could see iron bars attached to the wall, forming a staircase. The first to go down was the guard. He descended the iron steps carefully, holding a lantern in one hand. When he had gone down about ten feet he stepped on to what turned out to be a wooden trapdoor. He shone the torch on it and saw that it was locked with an enormous black padlock. As the wood seemed old and rotten, the guard raised his head and with a look asked for permission from the white monk to open the trapdoor. Permission was immediately given; and the guard, with a single kick, broke through the wood. The way was clear. He went down another six feet until he could stand on the floor. He shone the lantern round and then began to clear the cobwebs which covered everything.
    It was an empty chamber, the walls were made of stone and nothing could be seen except some ancient torches hanging on the wall. One by one the monks