You're too suspicious already

Before you could name your culprit, Yara cleared her throat to interrupt. "Ahem, ahem. Excuse me. But have we not already essentially made our votes, hmmm? I've seen no less than three hands go up in favor of his guilt so far. I feel hearing him out at this point is simply insanity, oh ho ho ho, and heeding his deductions, all the more so!" she chortled.

Brunhilde spoke up over you, adding her loud voice in support. "When you're right, you're right. And you aren't often right, boss. But you are right right now," she grunted. "I'll get something to tie his shady ass up with."

Linda jumped out of her seat and ran to your other side, standing between you and Brunhilde. It was a valiant gesture, but if Brunhilde wanted Linda out of the way, it'd be a simple flick of the wrist given the obvious differences in their muscle strength. "I won't let you! Malcolm is innocent!" she defended you. "Please, give him a chance!"

Dee rose quickly and stepped around the table to join Brunhilde. "I think not. Eric Waterbury-- please fetch the rest of the butlers. We'll need their help to make sure we fully detain Malcolm Wolf. He may still have tricks up his sleeves."

"Mr. Wolf, I cannot believe you'd come into Ms. Croft's home and do this to her! It's downright shameful! I'll be giving you a proper earful until you reveal how to reverse the brainwashing!" Tallula huffed, joining the others in surrounding you.

There was nothing you could say to talk your way out of it. Unable to sway the minds of the others, you found yourself tied to your chair and under the watch of multiple butlers. Using the Ring of Ursa Minor on a single target wouldn't be enough here-- plus it'd be too suspicious.

At least you wouldn't have to remain this way long... As the hour grew later, Old Eric approached with one hand to his lapel, as stately as ever. "A message from the game master, Sir. The game master wishes for me to pass to you one simple phrase..."

His eyes flashed pink as they opened half-lidded.

"Game over."