When Mr. Shivam opened the door I saw Dhruva and Harish. In their backward I saw Mr. Adam and Harilal. Mr. Shivam welcomed them, asked them to sit and again went to the kitchen and come back with four cups of coffee. I thought, " Mr. Shivam is a very good person. Even he brings coffee for his servant also. Such a nice soul." But my thoughts were broken by Alex. He told me," What you see with your two eyes always, that doesn't mean you're looking the truth all the time, huh?"
Then he moved back to the audience and told them," Well, Gentlemen. Now it's time for solve the whole problems."
I was going to take coffee but I saw there was no coffee in my cup. I thought I drank the coffee or not? Suddenly Mr. Adam told," Mr. Alex, please tell me the wicked's name. I'll not let him go. I'll send him to hell. He took my brother. I'll kill him."
"Relax Mr. Adam. Your anger is true. But two policemen are also here. They'll take that criminal.", Alex told positively.
"So, where to start?", told Alex.
"Mr. Stark. Wait. I've to go to the loo.", said quickly by Shivam.
"Why, Mr. Shivam? Wanna flee from here?", Alex told him.
"Flee? how can I flee from my place? Can't I go to the loo? It's human nature.", now Shivam told it with a little hesitation.
"Mr. Shivam, how can I allow myself to leave the murderer from here?"
"What?", all the members of the room screamed together being amazed, including me also.
I asked Alex," What are you talking brother? Such a good person is the criminal?"
"Yes, Alan. He murdered Mr. Argus Rockwood."
"What rubbish! You have no prove against me.", told by Mr. Shivam with a little annoyance.
"Ya, you are right. I've no prove. Mistakenly I've proves Mr. Shivam. Let me explain."
Then my brother started exploring everything that I wanna listen after all these time.
"Okay. Two years ago in the auction Mr. Argus Rockwood bought many pictures. In that same auction Shivam was present there. But he failed to beat Argus in that auction. So, the real owner of the pictures is Mr. Argus Rockwood. They were the same arts or pictures in the hall room of Shivam that we saw yesterday."
"But how you can be so sure that they are those pictures?", I asked him.
"You remember that I clicked photos of the arts. I didn't click them to store my phone memory. I clicked them to show the photos to Mr. Advani, the auction creator. He told me that these pictures belonged to...