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"Oui?"

Carole Gilbert answered the door and looked at the snow-covered zoht, not even surprise Gracious as ever she took two steps back and let the alien into the inn, run by her son and daughter-in-law

"May I help you?"

Beauvoir unwrapped hirade film festival Finally he removed his hat and Carole Gilbert smiled warmly

"It’s Inspector Beauvoir, non?"

"Oui, madame, comment allez-vous?"

"I’m well, thank you Have you coister"

She looked behind her into the large, open entrance hall, with its black and white tile floor, glea wood desk and fresh flowers, even in theand for a moment Beauvoir wished he had booked in But then he remembered the prices, and reourmet meals, but to find out whether Olivier had actually killed the Hermit

Why did Olivierhere Olivier had dumped the Hermit Olivier had adh the woods that Labor Day weekend, in thethe door unlocked he siht here

Beauvoir looked down He was , like the Wicked Witch of the West, his snow-covered boots puddling on the tile floor But Carole Gilbert didn’t seem to care She wasat the B and B," he said

"Of course" He searched her face for any sign of professional jealousy, but saw none And ould he? It seenificent inn and spa would be jealous of any establishment, especially Gabri’s sos you back to us?" she asked, her voice light, conversational "Is the Chief Inspector with you?"

"No, I’m on vacation Leave, actually"

"Of course, I’m sorry" And she looked it, her face suddenly concerned "How stupid of me How are you?"