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Even Beauvoir gaped at that, momentarily so shocked he couldn’t find the words. And then he found them.

“Bored? Bored? Do you have any idea what he’s offering? What he’s giving up? What a selfish—”Advertisement

“Jean-Guy! Enough.”

The four of them stared at each other, shocked into silence.

“I’m sorry,” said Gamache, giving Clara a small bow. “I was wrong. Jean-Guy.”

Beauvoir hurried to catch up to Gamache’s long strides as he left Clara’s home and walked toward the bistro. Once there, Gamache ordered a cognac and Beauvoir got a Coke.

Jean-Guy studied the man across from him. And slowly, slowly, it dawned on him that Gamache wasn’t angry. He wasn’t even hurt that his offer to help Clara had been turned down and he’d been personally insulted.

Beauvoir knew, as he watched the Chief sip his drink and stare ahead, that the only thing Armand Gamache felt at that moment was relief.

FIVE

The next morning dawned bright and warm.

Reine-Marie stepped out their front door onto the porch and almost trod on the moth. It had fallen on its back directly beneath the light, face up, its wings spread wide as though in ecstasy.

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Armand, Reine-Marie, and Henri strolled up the hill, past the little church, past the old mill, past the Inn and Spa in the old Hadley House. Through the tunnel of trees they walked. They could see their footprints in the dirt from the day before, and the day before that.

And then their footprints stopped. But they walked on. A hundred yards farther. Always a little farther. Until they’d gone far enough and it was time to turn back.

At the bench they paused and sat down.

“It looks like a compass, doesn’t it?” said Reine-Marie.

Armand tossed the ball to the eager and tireless Henri, then considered what she’d said.

“You’re right,” he smiled. “I hadn’t seen that before.”

The village of Three Pines was built around the village green. The homes formed a circle, and out of that circle ran four roads, like the cardinal directions. Gamache now wondered if they really did head out to true north, south, east, and west.

Was Three Pines a compass? A guide for those blown off course?

“Can you tell me about Clara?” Reine-Marie asked.

“I wish I could, mon coeur.”

Gamache looked unhappy. He told his wife almost everything. Throughout his career he’d told her about the evidence, the suspects, his suspicions. He’d told her because he trusted her and wanted to include her in his life. They’d discussed murder cases he was working on and the books and old documents she was working on in the national archives.

But some things, some things, Gamache kept secret. Those he would tell no one. And he knew Reine-Marie had her secrets too. Confidences she would keep.

“But you told Jean-Guy.”

It wasn’t an accusation, simply a query.

“That was a mistake. When we went over to Clara’s place to discuss it, she made it clear I shouldn’t have.”

He grimaced slightly and Reine-Marie suspected Clara had been quite clear.

“But she did want your help with something.”

Her voice was calm, but her heart pounded. Reine-Marie knew if Clara was asking for help from Armand it wasn’t to set a mousetrap or cut some hedges or fix the roof. Clara could do all those things for herself.

If she turned to Armand, it was for something only he could provide.

“I thought she wanted my help.” He grinned and shook his head. “It doesn’t take long to get rusty, I guess. To miss signals.”

“It’s not getting rusty, it’s getting relaxed,” said Reine-Marie.

She looked into his bright eyes and knew that despite what her husband said, not much escaped his notice. And if he thought Clara had been asking for help, she probably was. Once again, Reine-Marie wondered why Clara wanted help, and why she’d changed her mind.

“Would you have given it to her?” she asked.

Gamache opened, then shut, his mouth. He knew what the right answer was. But he also knew the truthful answer. He wasn’t sure the two aligned.

“How could I not?” Then realizing how ungracious that sounded, he went on. “Well, it’s academic now. She doesn’t want anything from me.”

“Maybe she just wanted you to listen.” Reine-Marie placed her hand on his knee and got up. “Not your body and soul, mon vieux. Just an ear.”

She bent to kiss him. “I’ll see you later.”

Armand watched her and Henri walk down the hill. Then he pulled the book from his pocket, put on his half-moon reading glasses and, opening to the bookmark, hesitated, went back to the very beginning, and started again. pqdm.com