The scene: the green room in William Rappard House, a palatial if sombre residence looking down over greensward to the shores of Lac Léman in the suburbs of Geneva.
On the table lies the corpse of Doha, not yet 10, who has spent most of her troubled life in and out of care.
The prime suspects are there too: an American, an Indian, the man from Brussels, the Brazilian and the ambassador from the People's Republic of China. All have alibis; all swear that they were devoted to Doha and never wished her any harm. But all of them have a motive and it is clear nobody outside the room committed the murder.
Our Hercule Poirot in this tale is Pascal Lamy, the director-general of the World Trade Organisation, the body responsible for policing international trade. Lamy is a marathon-running French intellectual rather than a Belgian who suffers with his stomach, but you can't have everything. The question on everybody's lips is: who killed Doha?
http://www.guardian.co.uk/business/2011/apr/25/doha-trade-talks-death-suspects