The prisoner in the dock at the Palais de Justice in Nice last week was short, pudgy, somewhat shopworn and 50. He looked, as the presiding judge himself remarked, exactly like a smalltown butter-and-cheese merchant. But there was nothing, absolutely nothing, small-time about Pierre Aunay. Standing trial on eight separate charges—ranging from jail breaking to cashing phony money orders—Aunay pleaded innocent on all counts. He was, he explained to the court, far too big a crook to have committed such insignificant crimes and far too slick a crook to be caught for the crimes he did commit. Not that...
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