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...suburb of the placid city of Geneva, Mme. Marie Zumbach returned home one spring evening in 1958 from a weekly parish meeting. As she entered the back door, she heard her husband Charles scream for help. Four shots rang out, and a man came running toward her, chased her out into the garden and shot her down. The attacker returned to the house, savagely and repeatedly stabbed the dying Charles Zumbach, then mounted his bicycle and pedaled away into the night...
...Mme. Zumbach survived her wounds but could not tell police who might have wanted to kill her husband. Then police talked with the Zumbachs' handsome son, André, 28, a producer at Radio Geneva, who remembered that on the night of the murder he had twice been called to the phone at the radio station, but that each time the caller hung up when André answered. Clearly, someone wanted to be sure he was there. Had André any idea who the caller might be? Of course, he replied: Pierre Jaccoud...
Tranquil Nude. The first witness was Mme. Zumbach, who admitted that when she was confronted by a line-up of five men in the police station, one of whom was Jaccoud, she had promptly picked a burly policeman as the likely culprit. Her son André followed her to the stand, described his affair with Poupette as "an adventure neither of us took seriously." He conceded that he had already given her up in October 1957 - months before his father's murder - and had become engaged to an other girl, to whom he is now married. Jaccoud...
Early one morning last week, a blonde, 25-year-old Parisienne, whose married name is Mme. Jacques Charrier and who works for the movies, was delivered of a healthy, blue-eyed, 7-lb. baby boy. Long before Nicholas Jacques Charrier entered Paris, the French press, excited beyond endurance-and reason-turned his mother's accouchement into the biggest story since the ascendancy of Charles de Gaulle...
Dinner guests at the Soviet embassy spread the word that the cuisine and cellar were excellent. Mme. Vinogradov, an amateur painter herself, began encouraging young French artists to drop around, even abstractionists, whose decadent works would never find favor in Moscow. And soon columnists were speculating on which London tailor the ambassador might be patronizing...