Claude Innocente
“I was in the lab, of course,” Claude said.
“The lab, eh? Just like you were just now, in the same house as a dead body?”
“What, do you think that this work must be taken lightly? No, no, of course not, of course not. This is much too important, Monsieur. The work must go on, no matter how many… setbacks you suffer.”
The little boy relaxed in the large armchair in which he resided. His face expressed nothing but a cool confidence, a confidence that made Claude squirm in his seat, and unusually fidgety man being unusually fidgety. The young inspector was silent, and as any true scientist knows, anticipation causes uncomfortable feelings, of course. Of course he was fidgety.
“Do you know how many people are infected with this influenza in the world, Monsieur?” Claude continued. Christophe was silent yet. His older friend stared at Claude as well with dead eyes, top hat perfectly imposed on his head. Both inspectors rested their hands calmly on the arms of their chairs, making Claude feel uncomfortable with how his hands were fidgeting on his lap. Of course he was uncomfortable. Inconsistencies must always invoke some kind of compulsive response in the mind of a human being. He started again, “Do you know how many-”
“How many, Mr. Innocente?” Boston asked, obliging him.
“Almost everyone! About one hundred percent! This is important work that we are- were doing here together, Monsieurs. Do not deny me that fact! We cannot allow Mr. Du La'érudit’s- and my- hard work to be in vain. So of course I was working in the lab. Even in the wake of this tragedy.”
Christophe only regarded him with slightly amused eyes.
“Anyway. So I was in the lab that night. Not in the kitchen, not in the study. I was in the lab. I was projecting my legacy. Then, out of nowhere, there was the scream, and the sound of something falling. I immediately locked myself in and called for the police on the telephone in there-”
“So your immediate reaction was not to go help Jacque?”
“Like I said, Monsieur Lefèvre, this is important work we do here. Anyone who would want to risk stealing such work must be very capable and careful, of course. If Jacque’s scream was an intact piece of timeline, then it would already be too late for me to do anything. I had to stay and protect the work in the lab!”
Boston’s eyes were fixed upon him. “How are we to know you were really in the laboratory. What proof do you have?”
"My employer kept very good records of our work here, of course. Of course he would! It’s important work. But, regardless, he would always sign these records. And there is one that dates only hours previous to his unlikely demise that details the beginning of use of the Glamercie series of chemicals, one of his own inventions. These chemicals are highly volatile and must be observed and attended to constantly as they are heated. There is no conceivable way I could have left them alone without disastrous consequences, of course.” Clause smiled a little. This should be enough to convince them.
“We will look at these records... closely,” said the inspector’s elder and inferior.
Yet the boy’s expression did not change. “Do you know who I am, Monsieur Innocente? I am Christophe Lefèvre. I may only be a young boy, but I am no fool. I have solved 15 high profile cases in cooperation with various organizations, namely the police. I need to let you know that I WILL find out who killed my good friend Jacque. I don’t mind that statement being put on the record.” Claude began to fidget again . “I just thought you might want to know that. You can go back to your very important work, Mr. Innocente. It must be attended to, must it not?”
Claude got up to go, nervously clearing his throat, and said, “Thank you, Monsieur. Have a nice day.”
The boy smiled. “Of course.”
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