“Yes,” Stone said, “I believe s
o.”
“The three of you were in pursuit of a young woman named Marie-Thérèse du Bois?”
“Yes, we were.”
“We have heard testimony that Mademoiselle du Bois took refuge in a hotel room.”
“That is correct.”
“Please tell us what transpired after you and Lieutenant Bacchetti and Carpenter arrived at the room.”
“Think carefully before you speak,” Carpenter had said.
Stone took a breath; he would keep his account to a minimum. “Marie-Thérèse du Bois emerged from the room, riding on the back of a large man, using him as cover.”
“Was she armed?”
“Yes, she was pointing a semiautomatic pistol at the man’s head.”
“Were the three of you armed?” the man asked.
“Yes.”
“What happened next?”
“The large man surprised us by slamming Mademoiselle du Bois against a wall, stunning her.”
“Go on.”
“She raised her pistol as if to fire at us, but Carpenter fired first.” This statement obscured the truth somewhat.
“Did Mademoiselle du Bois fire her weapon?”
“No, there was something wrong with it, I think.”
“Do you know what?”
“I suppose it jammed or misfired.”
“We have heard testimony that her weapon contained no ammunition. Do you know if that was the case?”
“I did not examine her weapon,” Stone said, avoiding a direct answer.
“Mr. Barrington, did you feel that your life was in danger during these events?”
“Yes,” Stone said.
“How many times did Carpenter fire?”
“Twice, I believe. I’m not entirely sure.”
“Did Lieutenant Bacchetti fire?”
“No.”
“Did you fire?”