12Maron had sent Paul-Henri off on an errand in Bergerac and was eating a baguette with ham and butter at his desk when Hubert Arnaud came into the station. Maron shoved the last of the sandwich into his mouth and drank down some water before thanking him for coming in.
“Please understand, monsieur, you are not a suspect in the murder of Marcel de Fleuray. I only want as much information as you can give me about the operations at the château, the baron and baroness, their friends…anything you can think of that might help point us in the right direction.”
Hubert nodded his head vigorously. “I want to help. I was gutted by the news. My family has worked for the Fleurays for generations, and never has anything so ugly taken place at Château Marainte. And of course I knew the baron quite wel
