دانلود رمان انگلیسی “کد داوینچی”

A telephone was ringing in the darkness—a tinny, unfamiliar ring. He fumbled for the bedside lamp and turned it on. Squinting at his surroundings he saw a plush Renaissance bedroom with Louis XVI furniture, hand-frescoed walls, and a colossal mahogany four-poster bed. Where the hell am I? The jacquard bathrobe hanging on his bedpost bore the monogram: HOTEL RITZ PARIS. Slowly, the fog began to lift. Langdon picked up the receiver. “Hello?” “Monsieur Langdon?” a man’s voice said. “I hope I have not awoken you?” Dazed, Langdon looked at the bedside clock. It was 12:32 A.M. He had been asleep only an hour, but he felt like the dead. “This is the concierge, monsieur. I apologize for this intrusion, but you have a visitor. He insists it is urgent.” Langdon still felt fuzzy. A visitor? His eyes focused now on a crumpled flyer on his bedside table.