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They stopped at rue des Jardins Like most of the streets in the old city, this one curved and disappeared around a corner There was nothing even approaching a grid systeledy warren of tiny cobbled streets and old homes

"Which way?" Émile asked

Gamache froze It took him a moment to remember where that came from The last ti down the long corridor, first in one direction then the other, then at hi to knohich way?

"This way"

It had been a guess then and it was a guess now Ga from the memory and had to reone

"You’re right," said É with an ornate, carved, wooden door, and the nu the doorbell and they waited Two ed lish "My na This is ht ask you some questions?"

"Quoi?"

"Some questions," said Gamache more loudly, since the man seemed not to have heard

"Je ne coan to close the door

"No, wait," said Gamache quickly, this tiht be English"

"Everyone thinks that," said the man, exasperated "My name’s Sean Patrick" He pronounced it Patreek "Don’t speak a word of English Sorry"

Once again he went to close the door

"But, monsieur, that wasn’t ustin Renaud"