Murmurs rippled around the table at the number, but he raised his hand, continuing.
"The first person on the list is the private secretary." His gaze darkened. "The night His Highness fell sick, he was the very last person to visit him. After that, no one else entered the room. And by the next morning…" Christopher paused, letting the weight of it sink in. "…His Highness discovered clear signs of poisoning."
The room erupted in whispers, a few officers leaning forward in agreement. The private secretary was indeed the last confirmed visitor, it was hard to ignore.
"The second," Christopher pressed on, "is the Head Chef. He administers His Highness's food and water personally. Every dish, every drink, passes through him, and only him. If anyone had the best chance to poison His Highness, it would be him."
He tapped a small control on the projector. A grainy video played across the screen at the front of the room: the chef serving food with his own hands.
