Maxwell's Silver Hammer

Dr. Edison

Dr. Edison was a highly sophisticated young man with a good heart who was well known by many of the people in a small town called Castle Combe in the valley named Cotswold. Though, if you called Castle Combe a small town they would hastily correct you that it is a village (I'm not sure why, it's kind of strange).

In this town-I mean-village, everyone knew mostly everyone, and they were, for the most part, very friendly. There is a lot of, "I say"s and, "what, what?"s that go around in that village for no particular reason except for the pure enjoyment of each other and old English.
They are a gossiping folk and if you tell a soul there any secret that you might have, soon the whole village will be chattering among themselves of whatever secret that you might have told.
Which, indeed, if they gossip, rumors are also quick to carry.

But enough about the people of Castle Combe, this is a story about Dr. Edison.

Maxwell, which was Dr. Edison's first name, was a stubborn man up to the point of aggravation, but he would never go above that unless needed.
You might think I am going too deeply into his background, but I want something to be clear: he was a very sane and good man.
Now we can continue with the story.

Many a woman would probably want to go out with him, but he wasn't a ladies man and he was a person that was planning on waiting for 'the one'. Though she never came.

"I say, I do believe that Dr. Edison still hasn't found a young lady friend for himself!" The gossipers would tell each other over a cup of tea.
"Hmm, he might be 'forever alone', as they sadly put it in songs."
"Oh yes indeed! Though I heard a rumor that he had eyes for Joan Harrison, that science lady that lives down the road."
"What, what? Is that so?"
"Yes, yes! More biscuits?"
"And what was your source, Edna?" 

And so on and so forth. Maybe we do not know Edna's source, but it was indeed true that that very evening Maxwell was going to ask out Joan.

And so he did. Maxwell called her up on the phone and said, "Hey Joan?... Yes, this is Maxwell.... Maxwell Edison? You don't know me?....Doctor Edison. Yes....why didn't I tell you before? I thought I did.....Wanna go to my house and watch a movie?.... What movie? Oh I was thinking maybe....A Walk To Remember or something....but that's if you want to see it too! No? You've seen that one?...But not with me....*Click*"

She said she had plans. How rude. I bet she doesn't even have plans. I'm the story teller I should probably stop being bias. Anyway, that really miffed ol' Max, so he set out to Joan's house to set her straight and tell her he wouldn't take no for an answer.

If we hurry over to Joan's at this moment in time, we see her getting ready to go somewhere. Now I already know where she's going because I'm telling the story, so I will tell you. She has a date. Not with Maxwell, but with the village Judge. She was planning to meet him on the bridge at seven o'clock and they'd go to the village cafe and have supper together. Then when it's dark, they'll walk by the river in the moonlight and talk about romantic things.
This is what Joan was thinking while she was getting ready. A knock on the door interrupted her thoughts. 

"I thought I told Mr. Lennon (the Judge) that we'd meet on the bridge." Joan thought, as she opened the door.

"Hey, Joan." Maxwell said, standing at the door. "I just came by to tell you you're making a big mistake not going out with me." 

Joan smiled sympathetically. "I would've, but I'm going out with someone else today."

"Who?" Max responded quickly.

"John, the village Judge."

"What?" Max's voice got an octave higher. "With him? The town judge?"

"I'm sorry Mr.-"

"THE JUDGE AND NOT ME, A DOCTOR?" Maxwell Edison squealed.

That was when he lost it. It is strange, that a man like him broke so easily, but he did.
He grabbed the nearest thing he could find, which happened to be a silver hammer lying on her desk, and hit her twice rapidly over the head.

Then, it all sunk in, and he realized he killed a girl he hardly knew because he was jealous, and, to be honest, a little full of it. So he started screaming; he just stood there screaming for some time. Then, when he was done, he decided that he didn't want to go to jail so he grabbed the murder weapon and ran.

                        END OF PART ONE OF TWO