The Secrets of the Empire

Chapter 13: The Shadow of Suspicion

The air was crisp as dawn broke over the Dubois estate, casting a pale light across the grand halls and intricately designed gardens. Within the quiet of the expansive house, an unsettling atmosphere had settled in, lingering like an invisible fog. Today was different—the police were visiting to interrogate the staff, and tension was palpable, rippling through every corner of the once stately home.

Inside the study, Chief Inspector Lapeyre and Detective Moreau prepared themselves for a series of interviews that would hopefully shine a light on the mysterious death of Pierre Dubois. Lapeyre, seasoned in his career, had a stern but empathetic aura. He knew the weight of his task today: the interviews could bring them closer to the truth or simply deepen the haze of uncertainty. Moreau, on the other hand, was more direct, with a piercing gaze that absorbed every detail.

The first to be called in was Jacques, the family chauffeur. Jacques was a man in his late fifties, with neatly combed grey hair and a calm demeanor that had seen the family through countless events and emergencies. He entered the study with a respectful nod to the officers, his hands clasped behind his back as he took his seat.

"Good morning, Jacques," Lapeyre began, his voice steady. "We appreciate you taking the time to speak with us today. We understand you were on duty the night of Monsieur Dubois' death. Can you tell us about your movements that evening?"

Jacques nodded, his expression composed. "Of course, Inspector. That evening, I drove Monsieur Alexandre back from a meeting in the city. It was around 7 p.m. when we returned to the estate. After dropping him off, I parked the car and stayed in my quarters for most of the night. I was called later when the emergency was discovered."

"Did you notice anything unusual that night? Anyone coming or going from the estate?" Moreau asked, leaning forward slightly.

Jacques frowned, thinking back. "No, sir. It was a quiet evening. There were no unexpected visitors, and the gates remained closed after we returned. The only people I saw were the staff going about their duties."

Lapeyre exchanged a quick glance with Moreau. "And what about Monsieur Dubois? Did you have any contact with him that evening?"

Jacques shook his head. "No, Inspector. I only saw him briefly when I dropped off Madame Dubois. He seemed tired, but nothing out of the ordinary. I did not interact with him after that."

Moreau scribbled a few notes before looking up. "Jacques, you've worked for the Dubois family for many years. In your opinion, was there anyone among the staff or acquaintances who might have had a reason to harm Monsieur Dubois?"

Jacques hesitated, his brow furrowing. "Monsieur Dubois was a demanding employer, but he was always fair. I can't think of anyone who would wish him harm, certainly not among the staff. We are all loyal to the family."

Lapeyre nodded, satisfied for now. "Thank you, Jacques. That will be all for now. Please remain available in case we have further questions."

Jacques stood, giving a respectful nod before leaving the study. His calm demeanor never wavered, but as he closed the door behind him, a flicker of concern crossed his face. The tension in the house was unlike anything he had experienced before, and he knew the coming days would be difficult for everyone.

The next to be called in was Marie, the head housekeeper. Marie had served the Dubois family for years, practically raising Alexandre and Claire while maintaining the estate with an efficiency that bordered on magic. As she entered the study, her hands were clasped tightly in front of her, her eyes betraying the nerves beneath her calm exterior.

"Please, have a seat, Madame." Lapeyre said, gesturing to the comfortable chair across the desk. Marie took her seat, her posture rigid.

"Thank you, Chief Inspector," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.