"A MATTER OF CASTE"
Chapter Two: Plans In The Making
Allan McKee leaned forward, resting his elbows on the polished, mahogony desk of his distinguished employer. He been here for over an hour. Performing naught but the tedious task of listening to the foremost member of Parliament rant and rave. McKee was cut out for action, not diplomatics.
"My lord, if you hate him that much, why not just let me do away with him? Quick as a wink it'll be. You choose the method."
The tall, extremely broad shouldered man turned away from gazing at a large map upon his wall.
"McKee, it is not quite that simple. Murder, at least the last time I found it necessary to verify, is still against the law!"
"Aye sir, but there's nothing for it! He's practically an official himself! Any move will be at best stretching the do's and dont's."
The man sat down across from McKee, running a hand through his somewhat wild, snow coloured hair.
"No. No, any retaliation upon my part shall be strictly correct. I will not stoop to such tactics. There is no need whatsoever. It is simply a matter of turning the advantage. Yes..."
He stood and began pacing the room, gesturing with both hands as he warmed to the idea.
"You see McKee, one does not need to resort to illegal activity for justice, no matter the situation. If one is knowledgable enough in the matter, there is always a way."
He laughed suddenly.
"I know from experience 'his' methods are not always without guile. If only we could find some sort of concrete evidence of his temporarily turning against the law...but I fear he is far too efficient for such a mistake."
McKee rose, quite ready to be free of this complicated, plush office."If only we could find a way to make a law against him."
When he received no response, he turned to go. "Well sir, I best be getting on."
McKee closed the door quietly and strode down the long, oak paneled hallway, shivering slightly. He couldn't stand this place, it practically wreaked with formality. He couldn't see how his boss could stand it, an office in Buckingham Palace of all places.
Just as he reached the end of the hall, he was startled by a wild cry that came from the said office. Before he had a chance to return, his lordship burst from the room with a wild look upon his face.
"McKee! McKee, my man, you are brilliant!"
McKee blinked in confusion. Though he'd be the first to say he'd been endowed with a certain charming wit, brilliant was perhaps slightly stretching it.
"My lord?"
"Yes, brilliant, I say! Making a law against him is, perhaps, not possible, but we can turn the established law against him! Yes, that is precisely what is to be done!"
"But my lord, we tried that. And that blasted brother of his-"
"No! No, we forced him to oppose the law! There was our error! It was the law that was opposed!"
When McKee failed to give the desired response, he became irate.
"Are you blind man?! The law is impersonal! So long as it is the written law that we use against him, he will never cease to win. He will manage to bend it to his ends every time. But! Should we derive our wishes from the law that had ideas and desires of its' own, desires that meet ours entirely, then! Then where should we stand my friend?"
McKee, began to see the light.
"We should stand to gain considerably from the 'laws' execution of judgement!"
Lord Hollingsworth clapped his operative on the back.
"Precisely, my dear fellow, precisely!"
