Miranda explained over dinner in a Collingwood steak-house. “It’s spelled ‘Beausoleil,’ but it’s pronounced ‘Bo-slee,’ like the nerdy factotum in Charlie’s Angels.”“He was Bawz-lee. There was a street where I lived in London called ‘Beechum’ Place, spelled ‘Beauchamp.’ But of course, Londoners declared the spelling aberrant, not the pronunciation.”She sat back and sighed. “It’s been quite a day,” she said. “Thank God we’re not driving back tonight. Rufalo said the budget’s good for a couple of rooms and dinner.”“No breakfast?”“And breakfast.”“We could find a motel with breakfast included.”“A doughnut and coffee. They call it ‘Continental.’ Anyway, Beausoleil is a crossroads hamlet near Penetang. Alexander Pope has a restoration project there. Artwork of some sort in an old church.”“The only thing I know about Penetanguishene is there’s a prison for the criminally insane.”“That’s where your new best friend will go, if we ever find her,”
