"M-m-mayfalk, m-m-milady," the creature squeaked in a voice that seemed octaves higher than that of most house elves, "Crimes? No, missy, no, Mayfalk does not know of crimes, what crimes? Please let Mayfalk go, have work to do..."
Rodolphus loved to watch her work, she was so intent, so very caught up in everything she did. Her very play activities were always serious in every regard. She brought a certain spirituality to their rituals that was most intriguing to watch.
"Tell him if we don't get a proper answer, we'll cut his tongue out," he grinned, pulling out his knife, running the edge of the blade along his finger menacingly. And he meant it too. They already knew the crime, the victim's realization of the same was the least part of today's festivities. The very least.