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‘Is it true?’

Ga against you? What a fool Why didn’t I just keepthe small office like a leopard trapped

‘This isn’t about you You did the right thing The only thing you could do As did I As did Superintendent Brébeuf, for that ht he was a friend of yours’

‘He is Look, don’t feel badly about this I knehen I called the Super he’d have to do this I called Reine-Marie before, to run it by her’

Beauvoir felt pricked, a tiny little point of pain that the Chief Inspector had consulted his wife but not his so often were It hy he tried to avoid them

‘When she said "do it" I called him with a clear conscience I can’t arrest Matthew Croft’

‘Well, if you can’t, I can’t I won’t do Brébeuf’s dirty work for him’

‘It’s Superintendent Brébeuf, and it’s your job What was that this afternoon I heard? Just some Devil’s Advocate bullshit ? You kno I hate that Say what you really think, don’t play pretentious littlethe other position like soame?’

‘No, it wasn’t I believe Matthew Croft did it’

‘So arrest him’

‘There’s more’ Now Beauvoir looked really miserable ‘Superintendent Brébeuf ordered un’

This shook Gah he wouldn’t have been surprised, but he hadn’t seen it co He felt his stomach lurch The force of his reaction stunned hi drive hoether, reached into his breast pocket and handed over both his badge and his warrant card Then he slipped the holster off his belt

‘I’m sorry,’ whispered Beauvoir Gah to hide his feelings from Beauvoir As he took the ites he’d learned from Gamache Matthew 10:36

The funeral for Jane Neal, spinster of the village of Three Pines in the county of St Rémy, Province of Quebec, was held two days later The bells of the Église Ste Marie rang and echoed along the valleys, heard miles away, and felt deep in the earth, where creatures lived who ht not otherwise, had Jane Neal herself not lived and been the sort of person she’d been

And now people gathered to say a for driven in from Montreal It h the crowd, through the front of the sloom inside It always struck Ga in from the sunshine it took a minute or so to adjust And even then, to Ga like horeat cavernous tributes not so e of the community, or they were austere, cold tributes to the ecstasy of refusal

Ga to churches for their e and the stillness But he felt closer to God in his Volvo He spotted Beauvoir in the croaved, then made his way over

‘I hoped you’d be here,’ said Beauvoir ‘You’ll be interested to hear we’ve arrested the entire Croft family and their farht, pardner’ Gamache hadn’t seen Beauvoir since he’d left that Tuesday afternoon, but they’d talked on the phone several times Beauvoir wanted to keep Gamache in the loop, and Gamache wanted to s

Yolande wobbled behind the casket as it was led into the church André, slireasy, was beside her and Bernard slouched behind, his furtive, active eyes darting everywhere as though in search of his next victim

Gamache felt deeply sorry for Yolande Not for the pain she felt, but for the pain she didn’t feel He prayed, in the silence, that one day she wouldn’t have to pretend to emotions, other than resentment, but could actually feel them Others in the church were sad but Yolande cut the saddest figure Certainly the most pathetic

The service was short and anonymous The priest clearly had never ot up to speak, except André, who read one of the beautiful scriptures with less enlightens The service was entirely in French, though Jane herself had been English The service was entirely Catholic, though Jane herself had been Anglican Afterwards Yolande, André and Bernard accoh Jane’s friends had actually been her family