LiCat: ^_^ here you go....part 2.......

Kimo: you could have sent it out last week....you had it written down then....you where just to lazy to check the spelling and grammar.....

LiCat: *pouts* I know I'm lazy...................

Title: THE MYSTERIOUS MR. MAXWELL

Author: LiCat and crew....

Pairing: well hopefully it will eventually result in 1x2/2x1.......

ACT 1 ~Enter stage left.

Framed by the doorway was a figure tall and slender. To Mr. Yuy's eyes it seemed like he, through some strange effect from the painted window over the door, was dressed in all the colors of the rainbow. When he took a step forward Mr. Yuy saw that it was a skinny man with black clothes and chestnut colored hair tied up in a long braid.

Part 2

"I'm really sorry to be a bother" the stranger said with a silky calm voice. "but my car broke down, it's nothing serious, my chauffeur is repairing it, it will take half an hour or so, but its awfully cold outside........." he paused and Evesham picked up the thread.

"yes it is. Why don't you come and have a drink. Could we help you with the car in any way?"

"No thanks, it's not necessary. My chauffeur knows his stuff. The name is Duo, Duo Maxwell"

"Have a seat Mr. Maxwell" Evesham said. "Sir Richard Conway, Mr. Yuy, Mr. Marquise and I'm Evesham."

Mr. Maxwell said hello to everyone and flopped into the armchair Evesham had pulled out to him. When he sat there, the light from the fireplace made Maxwell's violet eyes sparkle and it threw a shadow over his face making it look like he was wearing a mask. Eveshem put a few log's onto the fire and said.

"a drink?"

"yes please" Eveshem got the drink for him and when he gave it to him asked.

"Do you know these parts, Mr. Maxwell?"

"I went through here a couple of years ago."

"oh?"

"yes, this house was owned by a man named Capel back then."

"yes, did you know him?"

"Yes, I did."

Mr. Eveshem's manner went through a insignificance change, nearly impossible to notice to those who haven't studied the English national characteristic. The little measure of discreet reservation you could notice before was put aside. Mr. Maxwell had known Derek Capel. He was a friend of a friend and was thus fully sanctioned.

"it was a really bewildering story" Evesham said in confidence. "we was just discussing it. I inherited the house, but it doesn't feel right to live here. You see I was here the night he shot himself -Conway was here too- and believe me, I've have always expected to se his ghost."

"A really inexplicable drama" Mr. Maxwell said slowly and then made a short pause like an actor who have just said an important line.

"inexplicable is really the right word" Conway said. "it's a night black riddle- and will always be,"

"I wonder" Mr. Maxwell said in neutral tone of voice. "sorry, Sir Richard what where you going to say?"

" bewildering - is just what it was. Here you got a man in his prime, happy and without a single care in the world. Some old friends visiting. A sunny mode during the dinner, full of plans for the future, from the dinner table he goes straight up to his room, picks up his gun from the drawer and shoots himself. Why? Nobody knew then and no-one will ever know."

"aren't you jumping to conclusions now, Sir Richards" Mr. Maxwell said with a sly grin. Conway stared at him with confusion written all over his face.

"what do you mean, I don't understand?"

"a problem isn't insoluble just cause nobody has solved it."

"oh? Think, if nothing comes forward then, I don't think it's likely that something will appear now 3 years after it happened?" Mr. Maxwell shook his head with a little smile.

"I don't agree with you. History's testimony speaks against you. A historian can't write his contemporary history as truthfully as a historian from the next generation it's simply that you get it from the right perspective, that you see things from the right proportions. Marquise leaned forward, he looked really tormented.

"You're right, Mr. Maxwell" he exclaimed. "you're absolutely right. Time does not dismiss issues- it only presents them in a different form."

Evesham smiled indulgent. "So Mr. Maxwell you're telling us that if we tonight should form a- should we call it investigation court and go through the circumstances concerning Derek Capels death, it would be equally likely for us to get to the truth as it had been when it happened?"

"the probability is bigger, Mr.Evesham. The subjective opinion, have to most parts been forgotten and you'll remember facts as facts and not try to cover it with your own interpretation." Evesham looked doubtful.

"of course we got to have a starting point" Mr. Maxwell said with a twinkle in his eye. "you usually start with a theory one of you surly got one. What do you say Sir Richard?" Conway frowned.

"well.." he said "we believed that it was woman in the game somehow. It usually is a woman or money right? And it was certainly not money. So what else could it have been?"

Mr. Yuy jumped. He had been leaning forward to contribute with a comment even if it was just a 'Hn', for some reason he wanted Maxwells attention, when he spotted a womans shape hunched down against the balustrade in the gallery above them she was invisible from all ways except from where he sat. It was clearly that she was listening to everything with attention, she was so still that he almost didn't believe his own eyes. But he could without difficulty recognize the dress, it was Mrs. Marquise.

Suddenly it seemed like all the event's of the evening was fit into a pattern -Mr. Maxwells arrival wasn't a coincident but an actors entrance when it was time for his line. A drama was playing in the big hall of Royston tonight.

And again as suddenly as before he got a new revelation this was the work of Mr. Maxwell. It was he who put the drama together -gave the actors their lines. He was in the middle of the mystery and pulled the strings, made the marionettes dance. He knew everything, he even knew of the woman sitting hunched against the balustrade above the stairs.

Mr. Yuy sat there in the comfortable armchair for now satisfied in his part as the audience. Calm and naturally Mr. Maxwell pulled the strings and let his puppets dance.

"a woman yes." Maxwell mumbled thoughtfully. "did you talk about a woman during dinner?"

TBC--------------------

LiCat: there part 2......

Kimo: *sigh* yeah....so what do ya think??? I don't like it.....

LiCat: you don't like anything we write......