"Paintings coming to life," Henry muttered in his study as he looked through the papers handed to him by Elaine, who stood dutifully by his side as Madeline no doubt would have. "People combusting into flames in front of an entire crowd only to be found in their homes. And the police still have no clue to though roughly follow!"

"Well, no one's been physically 'urt yet. That's one good thing at least, non?" Elaine pointed out at an attempt at optimism. She may not have physically seen these recent dark miracles, but she had already thought of a theory or two about how Descole and Randall pulled them off. She was still uncertain about the living paintings and her only certain clue was that she had to get a copy of a detailed blueprint of the museum for Descole, but she already had an idea in regards to the combustion.

"That may be, but it can always change." Henry began to rub his temples. At least Scotland Yard will be coming here soon. I can't really fathom what could be going through the Masked Gentleman's head." He gave a tiny smirk. "If I had to guess, if Master Randall was with us he would possibly try to catch him himself." Elaine bit her tongue to keep herself from speaking one remark out that had been on the edge of her tongue, and kept it in her mind.

''Ow can you capture yourself?'

"Did the police say when Scotland Yard would be 'ere?" Elaine asked as she glanced to the nearest clock.

"It could be next week or a few days after. At least there seems to be some space of time in between the attacks, though that just gives more time to stage and plan." Henry narrowed his eyes down at the papers. "Looking at all this and thinking about it, I don't think it would be too surprising if it turned out it was all planned out by Dalston."

"Dalston?" Elaine questioned with confused frown. She had seen the man a handful of times and couldn't say she cared much for him. He sort came off as a little pompous and a little unfeeling, though Angela and Henry seemed to have some kind of cordial friendship or at least being friendly and polite so he could have had some good qualities. Maybe Madeline was luckier to see them then Elaine herself.

"He has the money for it, and motivation. Increasing his business with more guest to his hotels." Henry gave a small scowl. "Maybe even make an attempt to steal Angela from Master Randall."

"I doubt Angela would let that 'appen." Elaine said in an assuring tone and Henry seemed to calm.

"True. But the fact that I, someone who was a servant, got rich and 'married' Angela could still make him bitter." Elaine couldn't deny the logic to Henry's argument. It was some pretty sound logic, even if it was jumping to conclusions with no solid evidence.

"Well, perhaps you should wait for evidence to back up your ideas before you do anything rash. It could only make you look guilty." Elaine knew it was a bit of an odd thing to say, but the way she looked at it that piece of advice could be helpful to not make Henry look so guilty once possible evidence built up. She may not be able to interfere, but that couldn't mean she couldn't make an attempt while being subtle when something came to mind.

"Guilty? Why would I look guilty?" inquired Henry in a slightly demanding tone as he looked to Elaine sharply.

"Well, there are some people who think this is all just an innocent, staged act." That was certainly true. On her way up to the Ledore mansion this morning she passed a strange woman who seemed almost jumping in excitement for Randall's next appearance. "Word can spread and more tourists will come which means more profit."

"So this really could be something personal?"

"I couldn't say. It's just a theory that came to mind." Elaine admitted sheepishly. Henry looked to be mulling this over before nodding.

"You could be right though. From here all we can do is wait for Scotland Yard and pray something comes up. I worked too hard to make all this for Master Randall for it just to be destroyed." Again, Elaine bit her tongue to keep her silence.

"Is there anything else that should be done? Should we cancel the rest of the anniversary?"

"No. Everything continues as it is. I won't give whoever is doing this the satisfaction." A soft knock came to the door, and Angela entered the room. An envelope in hand.

"Madeline, could you leave for a moment. I have to talk with Henry about something." Angela asked.

"Sure, I don't mind." Elaine quickly excused herself from the study and closed the door behind her. For a moment, she considered trying to spy on the conversation. She already had a plan on how to do it and look innocent if they somehow caught her. She'd put something small of hers on the ground and pretend to be picking it up if they came out. It was a trick she and Philippe invented when they were young.

But Elaine just stepped away instead and sat in the parlour. What stopped her? For one, it felt two risky. But the major reason was that she was already doing enough work for Descole with reluctance and had no intention of doing anything such as spy when she wasn't forced into the position. No, she would not willing go along with this entire farce.

"Madeline?" Elaine opened her eyes with a start. She had just closed her eyes as she waited patiently, and while she hadn't fallen asleep that had not stopped her from being surprised by Angela's sudden voice. Elaine noticed Angela was still holding her envelope along with one or two others.

"An-Angela… Is everything alright?"

"Yes, but when you're leaving, could you post a letter for me?" Angela asked. "Along with some for Henry as well?"

"Sure, I don't mind." Elaine responded as she sat up. "Do you mind me inquiring who your letter is for?"

"It's for an old friend. I haven't seen him since Randall disappeared actually." Angela was frowning sadly. "His name's Hershel Layton. He's a professor at a university. But he's highly intelligent and might be of some assistance to us." Elaine heart stopped for a moment, but she didn't let it show.

"I… I think my cousin, Elaine, met 'im a few times. From what she said, you might be right to ask 'im for 'elp." Elaine remarked.

"I hope so as well." Neither of them spoke for a moment until Elaine asked,

"Is… Is something else the matter?" Angela looked back to the hall leading to the study before she turned back to Elaine with a solemn look.

"The Masked Gentleman, from the description of him I… I wasn't so sure when you first described him to us, even if he did have the mask. But now I fear I might actually know who the Masked Gentleman is."

"What?" Elaine blurted out before she could stop herself. It just sort of slipped, but Angela went on to explain.

"I think the Masked Gentleman might be Randall. He has the Mask of Chaos and it was with him last. It's the only logical explanation." Elaine began to wonder if she should tell Descole this. If she learned anything from Ambrosia, it was that Descole never reacted well to learning that information was kept from him. If she tried it again and he found out, would he decide to take Madeline with them even if his plans succeeded? Just to spite her?

"Madeline? Are you alright?" Elaine quickly returned focus and cleared her throat.

"Desole. It's just… 'Enry…"

"Which is why I haven't told him," Angela filled in. "It would break his heart if he learned Randall was doing this, and that's if he actually believed the idea. I can't say I'm certain myself, but at least with Hershel here we may at least end these attacks. If it is Randall, Hershel may be able to reason with him since they were close."

"I… Understand," Elaine nodded and accepted the letters from Angela. "I'll post 'Enry's letters and your one then."

"And Madeline, I've been meaning to ask. Are you alright? You haven't seem yourself for some time."

"Oui, I'm fine." Elaine insisted. "Just a bit tired I suppose. Don't worry about me."

"… Maybe you should take tomorrow off. I'm sure Henry will be fine with it. You haven't taken any personal days since a few months ago."

"No, that isn't necessary." Elaine waved her free hand dismissively. "I'll be in tomorrow, so don't worry about me." Angela didn't seem too convinced but didn't push any further.

"If you insist then."

Walking to Madeline's home after posting the letters, Elaine couldn't help but wonder if women saw through disguises easier than men. Brenda Triton did, and Angela seemed to be at least suspicious rather than certain without doubt. One could argue she didn't realise Descole was disguised as her brother, but in Elaine's defence that disguise wasn't used very long so she didn't have time to notice anything off.

Arriving back to the house, Elaine was met with a brief surprise, and gave an annoyed frown.

"What are you doing 'ere?" Elaine demanded Descole as he stood in the kitchen doorway. Teapot in hand with steam rising from the spout.

"Just thought I would come down to you is all." Descole replied as he walked into the room and set the pot down on the coffee table to join the tea cups, small mug of milk and sugar bowl.

"And Madeline?"

"Are you always going to ask about her? She's fine. She's still in the hotel room." Elaine still looked annoyed but sat down in the close by armchair.

"Isn't that nice?" Elaine muttered as she stared at the teapot before looking up at Descole.

"And I'm guessing you're annoyed with me visiting my sister?"

"I find it rude of you to focus more on her when you're there then splitting attention equally." Elaine's lips twitched a small smirk.

"Are you jealous, Dessy?"

"Don't be ridiculous," Descole scoffed as he sat down and began to pour them tea. "I have nothing to be jealous of."

"You are~."

"Shut it!" Descole snapped before he handed a cup up to Elaine who accepted it. "I came here for a visit, not childish play."

"Childish? Moi?" Elaine questioned with a raised brow. "If anyone 'ere is childish, it's you." Descole scowled.

"So, is there anything going on that I should know about?" Elaine frowned as she considered her options. She thought again over the reasons to say something as well as why not. Not wanting to take too big of a risk thought, Elaine replied,

"Angela's invited the Professeur 'ere." Elaine said bluntly. "I don't know when 'e's coming. That's if 'e decides to of course." Descole clenched his fists lightly.

"Of course, just my luck." Descole muttered. "And is that it?"

"… Oui. That's all I know of." Elaine decided to keep quiet about Angela's light suspicions for now. There wasn't too much to worry about, right? Or at least Elaine tried to convince herself that in her mind which so far seemed to come closer and closer to being stressed.

Elaine took a sip of her tea and shot Descole a look.

"You definitely made this."

"Oh, and what was your first clue? The fact Raymond isn't with me?" Descole gave a light sneer.

"To put it bluntly, this tastes like crap."