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Great-grandfather Patrick was s next to hirim And why not? Their lives, like their fathers’ before therants, they’d coue in the crowded ships Those that survived spent their lives inin squalor in the Basse-Ville, the Lower Town, in the shadow of the cliffs, below the hty Château Frontenac

It was a life of near despair So ere these two ? Gamache turned the photo around It too was sealed

"I’d like to take this backing off Do you ht help us with the case"

"How?"

"I can’t tell you, but I proet me into trouble?"

Patrick searched Gahtful eyes

"Not at all Indeed, I’d consider it a favor"

After the briefest pause, Patrick nodded

"Bon, et me your sharpest knife?"

Patrick did all that and the twoleaned over the table, the knife in Gahter Patrick glanced at the Chief Inspector, but said nothing Gamache lowered the knife and carefully pried the brittle old paper away fro the teo, they carefully teased it up until it was off and the back of the photograph was exposed to sunlight for the first time since it was sealed more than a century earlier And there, in precise, careful writing, were the na

Sean Patrick and Francis O’Mara

1869

Gaustin Renaud’s diary didn’t say 1809 It said 1869

Chiniquy las in 1869

Why?

Ga outside this horeat distance from the Basse-Ville, a universe away from there Much further than the distance between Ireland and Canada, this was the unbridgeable gap between Us and Theh Irish laborer in a fine Upper Town home, in 1870 It should not have been And yet, it was

Garaph, standing in front of a building O’Mara and Patrick What were they so happy about?