The Templar Cross

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Author: Paul Christopher
Tags: Fiction, Historical
lined one wall and a spindly-looking secretary’s desk with pigeonhole cubicles above it stood against another. Light leaked into the room through cracks in the shutters over the large window, dust dancing in the broad beams of sun. The floors were wide yellow oak planks worn smooth of any varnish. Looking out from across an enormous desk, a large man with wavy snow-white hair sat in a high-backed velvet chair. There were two identical chairs on the other side of the desk.
    The man appeared to be in his late seventies or early eighties, fat but well preserved. His skin had the faintly translucent look of parchment. His nose was a beak and the eyes were large and gray behind half-lens reading glasses framed in bright blue plastic. He was wearing a wide-lapel blue suit that had gone out of style half a century ago.
    The front of the jacket was speckled with bits of ash from the fuming curved stem pipe held between the large man’s lips. From where Holliday stood it looked as though the pants were drawn up almost to his elbows. The shirt was as white as the man’s luxurious head of hair and obviously starched.
    “Mr. Ducos?” Holliday asked.
    “Oui,” said the fat man. “Je suis Ducos.”
    “Do you speak English?”
    “Of course,” said Ducos. “Several other languages as well, including a little Hebrew.” He smiled pleasantly at Rafi.
    “I didn’t know it showed,” said the archaeologist.
    “It doesn’t,” said Ducos. “But I’m well aware of who you are, Dr. Wanounou, and you as well, Colonel Holliday.”
    “And how’s that?” Holliday asked.
    “On the telephone you said you knew Helder Rodrigues, Colonel,” said Ducos. “That is sufficient to catch my attention.”
    “You knew him?” Holliday asked. The south of France was a long way from the remote island in the Azores that had been the old man’s home.
    “For many years.” Ducos paused. “Do you know what I seek?” he asked obscurely.
    “You seek what was lost,” answered Holliday. Rafi gave him a long look.
    “And who lost it?”
    “The King lost it.”
    “And where is the King?”
    “Burning in Hell,” said Holliday with a smile.
    “Do you mind letting me in on your secret?” Rafi asked. “I’m feeling a little bit out of the loop.”
    Ducos explained. “After the dissolution of the Templars under the aegis of King Philip in 1307, fugitive members of the Order needed a way of recognizing each other safely. They devised a number of secret exchanges.”
    “The secret handshake,” said Holliday.
    “That particular one was used between Father Rodrigues and myself,” Ducos continued. “It was written in the back of the notebook he kept.” He looked at Holliday. “You have it?”
    “Yes.” He took it out of the inside pocket of his jacket and slid it across the desk toward the old man. Ducos’s large, age- gnarled hand reached out and he laid his palm over the notebook. Holliday saw that a tear had formed in the corner of one eye. Ducos made no move to wipe it away.
    “His blood?” Ducos asked.
    “Yes. He died protecting the secret of the scrolls,” said Holliday. “He died in my arms.”
    “So Tavares told me,” Ducos said and nodded. Manuel Tavares, the captain of the fishing boat San Pedro and the other gatekeeper of the Templar hoard on the island of Corvo.
    “We have a problem,” said Rafi urgently.
    “Do you refer to the disappearance of Miss Blackstock in Egypt or the recent attempt on the life of Colonel Holliday?” Ducos asked.
    “You know about that?” Holliday said, startled. “It’s barely been forty-eight hours.”
    Ducos took the pipe out of his mouth and smiled, the thin lips opening to reveal a neat row of large, pure white and obviously false teeth, made in some long-ago era.
    “One of the advantages of belonging to an order that has been in existence for close to a thousand years is the number and the extent of the ears to the ground which are available,” said the old man.
    “The man who
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