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weren't ready for what waited for them in Brantome. When they "Yes," Marie-Claude replied. "But the shop is locked." "Mademoiselle," he said, shaking his head. "Apparently there was some trouble. A suspected robbery. Dr. Biot was hit with a heavy object. He was removed to the hospital. It is very serious." "My God. Was he conscious?" Bruce was confused. "I do not think so," said the man. "I
think we should check with the hospital," said Marie-Claude. Friends and Clients At the station they explained that they were friends and clients. Marie- Claude explained who she was and the detective on duty was very nice but could provide very little information." "We received a call from Dr Biot about two hours ago. He said someone had come in to rob him and when he refused to give them anything, one of the men hit him while the other slashed two of his paintings. Dr Biot was able to call our line and said only what I told you, and then the line went dead. We were there in 4 minutes. The Dr. was unconscious on the floor. He had a wound on his head. We brought him to the hospital but I have no news after that." They
decided to go directly to the hospital. All they were told was that Dr. Biot was
conscious and resting. Visitors were not allowed. Talking about the Coincidental Accident On
the way back to Hautecombe they talked about the coincidental accident and now
the injury to Biot after he said he wanted to talk to Bruce. It was a long shot
but it could have been connected. Along the road, Bruce noticed a series of conical shaped stone huts. Clo explained. "Those are called Borries. They are dry stone huts that can be seen in many regions. There is no particular use for them but since before Roman times, they have appeared in the fields. Some have as many as 300, stones in them, or so I'm told. The fact that there is no mortar they can last forever. Some have been destroyed when people stole the stones for other uses but in actual fact they can last forever." Bruce
made a note and did a hasty sketch. "I'm sure you have," she replied. "They exist in Italy, Turkey and Switzerland too. They're something like Igloos." Bruce smiled. "Not exactly, but I know what you mean." (Click
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