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There was Gerald Bull’s Supergun Bathed in light

Goddaone How had he done it?

How had he built the goddaun?

Professor Rosenblatt looked at the papers by his plate, then over to his notebook, slightly stained by drops of e, and circled

How

Then he wrote, Why?

That too seeht about it, he added another

Who?

Professor Rosenblatt put down his pen and watched Ga When the former Chief Inspector had said that name it had rattled the professor He hadn’t heard it in years He knew, of course, who Gamache meant, and he could see the CSIS people knew too The serial killer A

But toand Bull? It seemed incredible

Professor Rosenblatt watched as Gamache and the Sûreté officers parted He could see the expressions on the young officers’ faces as they looked at Gareat deal of affection

Here was a nice man, Rosenblatt felt, and he realized that he did not himself know many nice people Clever people, smart people, accomplished people, certainly But not very nice And not always good

"I hope I’ across the wide-plank floor to the professor’s table

"Not at all, please" Rosenblatt indicated a seat in the booth across fro in

"Not so well," adrinned The professor did, in fact, look tired But his eyes still gloith intelligence