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The only sounds now in the bistro were the crackling of the log fire and snow hitting the s

Inside, the fireplaces threw odd shadows against the walls but none of the Not to Beauvoir, but he suspected at least one person in this rooht, claustrophobic

"But who could it be? The Gilberts had bought a lot of antiques fros froet them out when the wall came down By their own admission, they’d sold most of it to pay for their new hoh Les Temps Perdu Old Mundin? Well, he restores antiques Wouldn’t he also be drawn to the terrific shops on rue Notre-Dame?

"It hardly seemed to narrow the suspects, so I looked at another clue Woo Olivier had described the Her the hen he was particularly distressed It was upsetting to him But what did ‘woo’ mean? Was it a name, a nickname?"

He looked over to the Gilbert table Like the rest they were staring, entranced and guarded

"Was ‘woo’ short-form for a name that was hard to say, particularly for a child? That’s when iven, isn’t it? In childhood I was at the Mundins’ and heard little Charlie speaking Shoo, for chaud Kids do that, trying to get their tongues around hard words Like Woloshyn Woo"

Clara leaned in to Myrna and whispered, "That’s what I was afraid of As soon as I heard her maiden name was Woloshyn"

Myrna raised her brows and turned, with the rest of them, to look at Carole Gilbert

Carole didn’t ht, his towering personality filling the room

"Enough with these insinuations If you have so to say come out with it"

"And you," Beauvoir rounded on hireat healer" As he spoke he knew the Chief Inspector would be handling this differently, would never employ sarcasm, would rarely lose his te With an effort he pulled back froreat mysteries of this case has always been why the murderer didn’t steal the treasure Who could resist it? Even if it wasn’t thethere Who wouldn’t pick up a trinket? A rare book? A gold candlestick?"