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then."
Archaeology had been Beaupierre's whole life, Gideon knew. He had been born and raised in Les Eyzies, the son and grandson of local amateur antiquarians, and he had been immersed in local prehistory since the age of nine. At the same time, he was a man whose native keenness of mind had never been his forte, and it was common knowledge, or at least common belief, that his ascendance to the directorship after Carpenter's humiliating resignation had been based more on seniority than merit; the seventy-four-year-old Beaupierre had been with the institute since the day of its inception almost forty years before. He had already been passed over three times, most recently when he'd competed for it against Carpenter himself, and to the general surprise of the archaeological establishment, Carpenter, the new kid on the block, had been appointed. But with the all-too-colorful Ely Carpenter soon gone in a cloud of scandal, it was felt that the prudent, industrious Beaupierre's day had come. Besides, there wasn't much risk in it; by that time the directorship had become little more than an honorary post with a few routine administrative duties.
"
Bonjour
, Jacques," Gideon called, when the unseeing Beaupierre, lost in thought, or at any rate lost in something, came abreast of them.
Beaupierre stopped. "Eh? Mm?" He peered blinking at Gideon through his glasses—rectangular-lensed and framed in thick black plastic, a style last in vogue in the 1950's—and broke into a sweet smile. "Ah, it's Gideon, isn't it? You've arrived! Is it Tuesday then, or am I…"
"We got here yesterday," Gideon said, shaking Beaupierre's offered hand. "This is my wife, Julie."
"How delightful!
Enchanté
, madame. Gideon, these interviews of yours—when would you wish to begin them?"
"As soon as I can. I have this case I'm working on with the police, but I can fit them in whenever it's convenient for you and your people."
Beaupierre put his finger to his rounded chin. "I wonder, could you join us later this morning at our staff meeting? You could make your arrangements with them individually."
"Well…"
"Go ahead," Julie said. "I'll be fine, there's plenty to do. Besides, I've already gotten more quality time out of you than I was expecting for the whole trip."
"Excellent, most kind, madame," said Beaupierre. "Our meeting is at eleven, Gideon. Perhaps you could describe your purposes in coming in a little more detail. I've told them, of course, but it would be an opportunity for you to orient all of them yourself at a single sitting, and, mm… well."
"Sure, I'd like to."
"In the afternoon, however, we are taken up. There is a symposium at two." He turned to Julie. "Madame, if you have some interest in the Middle Paleolithic era, perhaps you would care to honor us by attending? It will be in English, you know."
"Yes, thank you, I'm planning to be there."
Beaupierre seemed genuinely delighted. "I look forward to seeing you and to introducing you to our fellows. And you, Gideon—we'll see you at eleven? You remember where we meet?"
"Is it still that café just down from the institute, on the square—"
"The Café du Centre, yes, that's the place. But only until next week," he added, beaming joyfully at them, "when we finally move into our new quarters, our wonderful new quarters, with our own full-size conference room at last, and a reception area, and the most modern storage facilities, and… and so forth. The dedication ceremony will be Monday morning. Will you still be here then? Can you come?"
"If we're here, we'll certainly come," Gideon said.
"We'd love to," Julie said.
"You have no idea how long it's been in coming, or what a difference it will make. Oh, the difficulties… ah, well, mm…" He bobbed to them individually and shook hands with Gideon. "Good day to you both. A great pleasure, madame."
"Actually, he seemed pretty focused to me," Julie said as the director continued on his way. "Once he got started."
"He did, didn't
Archaeology had been Beaupierre's whole life, Gideon knew. He had been born and raised in Les Eyzies, the son and grandson of local amateur antiquarians, and he had been immersed in local prehistory since the age of nine. At the same time, he was a man whose native keenness of mind had never been his forte, and it was common knowledge, or at least common belief, that his ascendance to the directorship after Carpenter's humiliating resignation had been based more on seniority than merit; the seventy-four-year-old Beaupierre had been with the institute since the day of its inception almost forty years before. He had already been passed over three times, most recently when he'd competed for it against Carpenter himself, and to the general surprise of the archaeological establishment, Carpenter, the new kid on the block, had been appointed. But with the all-too-colorful Ely Carpenter soon gone in a cloud of scandal, it was felt that the prudent, industrious Beaupierre's day had come. Besides, there wasn't much risk in it; by that time the directorship had become little more than an honorary post with a few routine administrative duties.
"
Bonjour
, Jacques," Gideon called, when the unseeing Beaupierre, lost in thought, or at any rate lost in something, came abreast of them.
Beaupierre stopped. "Eh? Mm?" He peered blinking at Gideon through his glasses—rectangular-lensed and framed in thick black plastic, a style last in vogue in the 1950's—and broke into a sweet smile. "Ah, it's Gideon, isn't it? You've arrived! Is it Tuesday then, or am I…"
"We got here yesterday," Gideon said, shaking Beaupierre's offered hand. "This is my wife, Julie."
"How delightful!
Enchanté
, madame. Gideon, these interviews of yours—when would you wish to begin them?"
"As soon as I can. I have this case I'm working on with the police, but I can fit them in whenever it's convenient for you and your people."
Beaupierre put his finger to his rounded chin. "I wonder, could you join us later this morning at our staff meeting? You could make your arrangements with them individually."
"Well…"
"Go ahead," Julie said. "I'll be fine, there's plenty to do. Besides, I've already gotten more quality time out of you than I was expecting for the whole trip."
"Excellent, most kind, madame," said Beaupierre. "Our meeting is at eleven, Gideon. Perhaps you could describe your purposes in coming in a little more detail. I've told them, of course, but it would be an opportunity for you to orient all of them yourself at a single sitting, and, mm… well."
"Sure, I'd like to."
"In the afternoon, however, we are taken up. There is a symposium at two." He turned to Julie. "Madame, if you have some interest in the Middle Paleolithic era, perhaps you would care to honor us by attending? It will be in English, you know."
"Yes, thank you, I'm planning to be there."
Beaupierre seemed genuinely delighted. "I look forward to seeing you and to introducing you to our fellows. And you, Gideon—we'll see you at eleven? You remember where we meet?"
"Is it still that café just down from the institute, on the square—"
"The Café du Centre, yes, that's the place. But only until next week," he added, beaming joyfully at them, "when we finally move into our new quarters, our wonderful new quarters, with our own full-size conference room at last, and a reception area, and the most modern storage facilities, and… and so forth. The dedication ceremony will be Monday morning. Will you still be here then? Can you come?"
"If we're here, we'll certainly come," Gideon said.
"We'd love to," Julie said.
"You have no idea how long it's been in coming, or what a difference it will make. Oh, the difficulties… ah, well, mm…" He bobbed to them individually and shook hands with Gideon. "Good day to you both. A great pleasure, madame."
"Actually, he seemed pretty focused to me," Julie said as the director continued on his way. "Once he got started."
"He did, didn't
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