"You men..."
Miss Marsha suddenly laughed, then stood up from the sofa:
"Today, my luck is really bad."
"Miss Marsha, don't worry. Once the Grey Glove finds the real culprit among the three of you, you can leave safely."
Colonel Wood, the only one present who didn't know the real murderer, said as he moved closer to Miss Marsha. He didn't seem to think that the flamboyantly dressed woman in front of him was the poisoner.
"No, when I say bad luck, I don't mean being forcibly identified as the killer."
The woman crossed her left arm in front of her chest, supporting her right elbow with her right hand up near her ear. She looked at the Colonel with coquettish eyes:
"I'm saying that I didn't expect Princess Margaret Anjou to appear here, and Earl Sachia just happened to die right in front of her. If it weren't for such unfortunate events, I wouldn't have been forcibly detained by you people."
