“at the Musée, and I wasn’t. You didn’t actually ask about the party here.” “Are you saying you didn’t lie?” demanded Beauvoir, glancing at Gamache as if to say, See? Another deer on the same old path. People don’t change. “Look,” said Suzanne, squirming in her chair, “I go to lots of vernissages, but I’m mostly on the business end of a cocktail wiener. I told you that. It’s how I pick up extra cash. I don’t hide it. Well, I mean, I hide it from Revenue Canada. But I told you all about it.” She implored Gamache, who nodded. “You didn’t tell us all about it,” said Beauvoir. “You failed to mention you were here when your friend was murdered.”