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The
man
who
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
.
He
had
been
secretary
to
a
New
York
railway
magnate
,
and
had
spent
a
year
encamped
in
the
desert
with
a
friendly
tribe
of
Arabs
.
His
unerring
eye
picked
out
M
.
Hautet
.
“
The
examining
magistrate
in
charge
of
the
case
?
Pleased
to
meet
you
,
M
.
le
juge
.
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
M
.
Bex
—
our
commissary
of
police
,
M
.
Giraud
of
the
Sûreté
.
This
gentleman
is
M
.
Hercule
Poirot
.
M
.
Renauld
sent
for
him
,
but
he
arrived
too
late
to
do
anything
to
avert
the
tragedy
.
A
friend
of
M
.
Poirot
’
s
,
Captain
Hastings
.
”
Stonor
looked
at
Poirot
with
some
interest
.
“
Sent
for
you
,
did
he
?
”
“
You
did
not
know
,
then
,
that
M
.
Renauld
contemplated
calling
in
a
detective
?
”
interposed
M
.
Bex
.
“
No
,
I
didn
’
t
.
But
it
doesn
’
t
surprise
me
a
bit
.
”
“
Why
?
”
“
Because
the
old
man
was
rattled
!
I
don
’
t
know
what
it
was
all
about
.
He
didn
’
t
confide
in
me
.
We
weren
’
t
on
those
terms
.
But
rattled
he
was
—
and
badly
!
”
