Ebony cut through the lie like it was made of cobwebs. A very unimpressed look crossed her face as she leaned back, eyes darting up and down the trussed up pony in front of her.
'How unlucky a pony must be to have a name such as that,' she said dryly. 'However, you are lying, and things might move a bit faster if we stuck to the truth. Though, by all means, do continue to lie, if you wish. It just gets more entertaining for me. Now, answer me this: what are you doing here in the Gallery? We closed the place down, and you weren't among the ponies we kept as witnesses, which would have been everyone in the building. You were hiding. Clearly, not the innocent purpose of gazing around at the paintings and statues. You could say that you were frightened, but any innocent has nothing to hide if interrogated, which is why that one-' she pointed at Blown Speaker, '-looks plenty bored rather than scared. Do you have anything to say in your defence?'
Subject: Re: The Lost Masterpiece 
Tue Aug 12, 2014 1:55 pm
