First roundtable -- Suspicions (Tallula)

"It's your turn, Tallula Quinn. Let's hear your answer before Malcolm Wolf or I take our turns. Do you have a suspect in mind?" Dee questioned, causing the other girl to open her eyes wide with surprise.

"M-Me? I get a vote?" she stammered back in response, hugging the violin closer to her breast.

"Yes."

"What about Eric, then? Being the head butler, he's more qualified..."

You told her that you didn't think Eric or the other butlers were key individuals here. They weren't allowed on the third floor and they seemed to follow that instruction religiously. None of them had the same opportunity the rest of the guests assembled here did. Plus, Tallula was so new to working here, with only a year of service, that she was practically a guest. She still needed to be treated as a culprit, but also, as one of you with a vote that counts.

You couldn't tell the others, but there was one more reason you knew for sure that they weren't involved: Wanda had told you that her master was a woman. That excluded you and any of the butlers from suspicion, at least in your own mind.

Anyways, Tallula seemed satisfied, but not eager. She wore an uncertain frown on her freckled face as her eyes scanned the room from the best seat with which to see all of those assembled. "I um... As for who I think is the suspicious one... I'd say..." she mumbled, not trying to stall for dramatic effect, but clearly having a hard time summoning the courage to accuse anyone.

"Do not be afraid, Tallula. We'll accept your vote. Whoever you choose."

Brunhilde clicked her teeth and turned her eyes away, acting standoffish. "I will not promise to accept it without a fight if you choose to point the finger at me."