“Change,” said Gamache. Maybe, he thought, that was the point of Humpty Dumpty. He wasn’t meant to be put together again. He was meant to be different. After all, an egg on a wall would always be in peril. Maybe Humpty Dumpty had to fall. And maybe all the King’s men had to fail. Myrna drained her mug and rose. He rose too. “People do change, Chief Inspector. But you need to know something.” She lowered her voice. “It’s not always for the better.”
