Well, we have our six potential weapons. And we have our six potential killers. Was it you Miss Scarlett, hiding behind the cigarette smoke and snide words? Or you Mrs Peacock? Your constant deductions and logical assumptions could be nothing but a cover-up You Colonel Mustard, well, you seem to have the biggest motive of all. And Professor Plum, I would bet the clueless act is merely a façade. Mrs. White, it would be easy for you. A maid sees and hears all but is never seen herself. Or was it you Reverend Green, hiding behind the great big cross of yours, fooling us all with prayers and presumed benevolence.
Women have served all these centuries as looking-glasses possessing the magic and delicious power of reflecting the figure of man at twice its natural size. Without that power probably the earth would still be swamp and jungle.