Chapter 10
Gabriel StonorThe man who now entered the room was a striking figure. Very tall, with a well-knit, athletic frame, and a deeply bronzed face and neck, he dominated the assembly. Even Giraud seemed anaemic beside him. When I knew him better I realized that Gabriel Stonor was quite an unusual personality. English by birth, he had knocked about all over the world. He had shot big game in Africa, travelled in Korea, ranched in California, and traded in the South Sea islands.
His unerring eye picked out M. Hautet.
‘The examining magistrate in charge of the case? Pleased to meet you, sir. This is a terrible business. How’s Mrs Renauld? Is she bearing up fairly well? It must have been an awful shock to her.’
‘Terrible, terrible,’ said M. Hautet. ‘Permit me to introduce Monsieur Bex
