“Did he speak of any secret that he had acquired whilst sojourning there?”
“No.”
“Did he ever say anything at all about a secret?”
“Not that I can remember. But, for all that, there was a mystery about him. I’ve never heard him speak of his boyhood for instance, or of any incident prior to his arrival in South America. He was a French Canadian by birth, I believe, but I’ve never heard him speak of his life in Canada. He could shut up like a clam if he liked.”
“So, as far as you know, he had no enemies, and you can give us no clue as to any secret to obtain possession of which he might have been murdered?”
“That’s so.”
“M. Stonor, have you ever heard the name of Duveen in connection with M. Renauld?”
“Duveen. Duveen.” He tried the name over thoughtfully. “I don’t think I have. And yet it seems familiar.”
“Do you know a lady, a friend of M. Renauld’s whose Christian name is Bella?”
Again Mr. Stonor shook his head.