I wasn't right then either. [The Marquis looks severe.] We were in the Carnivale in Venice. But it was -- cursed, somehow. The partygoers couldn't stop, and their appetites were increased one hundredfold. She drank, and he took her out into the city, then poisoned her. I pursued him, hidden because I had traded costumes with one of the revelers in the days we were there. [He hesitates -- despite openly mocking the Master once or twice on the matter he's never really explicitly put into words what he did. Not without embellishment.]