Fixed it even better.

The Mysterious Note seems rather suspicious to me.
10 bucks for donuts?! *conjures plate of donuts out of thin air*

Donatus Chocolatus!!!!

Fixed it even better.

So I could vote 5 to 5, 6 to 4.

I do 6 : 4. Although zeogold's testament would ave been far more interesting :P

Hey! No double jeopardy, pal! I already went through that trial!

Which trial? I do not remember any trial?

https://www.gog.com/forum/general/the_puzzlemasters_court_3_the_family_feud/page1

If it was not with me, it never happened :P

"Come on, come on! Move it, you mooks!", shouted the Puzzlemaster, agitated by how long the detectives were taking.
"We decided on what we'd be doing half an hour ago," replied Trentolf, "you've just been deep in thought over those last 3 bagels you ate for the entire time."
"Shaddap and clear outta here."
The detectives left the office, with ZFR, Kusumahendra, and Lucius_Malfoy staying behind.

"Are we all finally together for once?" asked Officer Sci.
"It would appear so. It is a shame Max cannot join us." replied Goodalt.
"I'm sure he'll understand. Let's go pay Leroy a visit." said Doc.
"LEEEEEEEROOOOOOY JJJEE-" started Detective Wald, before a mysterious force flung him through the air in the general direction of Leroy's house. Following this handy flying compass, the detectives set out on their way.

Night falls. There is no light in the Puzzlemaster's office. In fact, there IS no Puzzlemaster's office. The room, building and all, have disappeared. Gone, vanished, dematerialized, faded away with nothing left but a tune wafting over the breeze...

Djaron's song for today is:
<span class="bold">Bad, Bad Leroy Brown</span>, by Jim Croce (1972)

The next day was stormy and tumultuous.
The detectives all huddled together in the rain and thunder where the Puzzlemaster's office used to be.
"What happened to the building?" asked Trentolf.
"Did Zeogold forget to pay the rent?" mused Bler.
"I don't see Inspector Lucius, nor Detective ZFR, nor Detective Hendra, either..." said the Doc, worriedly.
"Ha! My costume isn't so stupid NOW, is it?" quipped Fantas.
Suddenly, out of nowhere, the entire building reappeared. ZFR and the Puzzlemaster scrambled to the door and got stuck when both of them tried to get through it at once. Kusumahendra crawled between the legs of them both and immediately took shelter under the nearest tree. The Puzzlemaster, in an attempt to take the lead, stepped on ZFR's foot, who retaliated by replying "It takes more than that to stop somebody who's used to brawlin' in Ireland, lad!", then proceeded to sock his assailant across the jaw with a fistful of gold, knocking him to the floor.
"What happened to you guys?", asked the Doc. "Even Detective Hendra looks shaken!"
"There was a magical mishap..." began to explain Kusuma, who was indeed visibly shaken, as proven by his slightly disheveled hair.
"Aye, this wizard needs to learn some better spells!" complained ZFR.
"More like a better aim." said the Puzzlemaster, rubbing his head.
"What?!" retorted Lucius, stepping regally from the building. "You wanted bagels, I gave you bagels!"
"Yeah, but I didn't want you to throw the whole dang building at the bagel shop itself!"
"The owner did look a little rattled."
"I TOLD you all to stay still!"
"How in the dazes am I gonna pay for that? Joe's already got a tab on me the size of the national debt!"
"Well, I have this gold supply..."
"It's simple! I will cast a spell of forgetfulness on him!"
"How're ya gonna do that? What if you miss again?"
"ALAKAZAM! BIPPITY-BOP! SHAMMA-LAMMA-DING-DONG!"
"..."
"The owner did look a little rattled."
"I TOLD you all to stay still!"
"How in the dazes am I gonna pay for that? Joe's already got a tab on me the size of the national debt!"
"Well, I have this gold supply..."
"It's simple! I will cast a spell of forgetfulness on him!"
"How're ya gonna- ...hey, wait, where did everybody go?"
The four of them looked around and soon realized that they were the only ones outside, standing in the rain. The others had all dashed in and started a fire using some stale bagels and one of Zeogold's spare coats.
"HEY!" he screamed, upon entering his office again. "What happened to being concerned about us?!"
"Honestly, I just wanted the building back so I could get out of the rain." admitted Detective Wald, with all the others nodding and murmuring in agreement.
"Oh, for cryin' out loud..."
"Hey, I was worried about you, Zeo." comforted Officer Sci.
"Me, too." chimed in the Doc.
"Then why, pray tell, did you both dash in here as soon as the doorway was cleared?"
"Well, this is kind of an expensive costume, and I didn't want it to get wet..."
"It's supposed to be British! There's nothing BUT rain there!"
"In my professional opinion as a doctor, it's unwise to sit out in the rain for too long. You could catch a cold like that."
"Oh, and you weren't concerned about the other four of us standing around in the rain? You're not even a real doctor, anyway!"
"In that case, in my professional opinion as a non-doctor, a little rain will do you good and you should man up a bit."
"But YOU'RE in- ...IS THAT MY COAT?!"
He sighed and slowly stared out the window to where ZFR was attempting to teach a meditating Kusumahendra the art of bataireacht using a stick he picked up, while Inspector Lucius had made an umbrella out of his wand and was watching Bler use a rain gutter as a waterslide with a curious eye.
Turning back to the group, the Puzzlemaster said, "Well, it's obvious WE got nothing done after that fiasco, so...did you guys get anything outta Leroy?"
"Yes. Apparently, Max's efforts did good!" explained Goodalt. "After hearing my outrageously German accent, Leroy asked if I was a 'Privatdetektiv Vorstadt'. Once I explained that we were friends of Max, Leroy was more than happy to talk to us. Max had been leaving him small gift baskets of Bavarian pretzels and Lebekase-Semmel which he enjoyed."
"Great! What'd he say?"

"Leroy described the intruder as wearing tight-fitting camouflage fatigues. Other than the fit, his memory of the assailant was pretty much the same as Mike's. When we asked about Lynette Jones' connection to 'The Exposition', he said: 'Lynette was executive producer. Markus did it for tax purposes, putting his part of the company in her name. I guess that's why the mob included her in the hit. I'm in charge of day-to-day production.' His alibi seems to check out, too. He had been on the phone for about 20 minutes. His assistant who was on the other end swears that she heard the gunshot in the distance."

"Excellent work, you guys!"
"But what about the note?" asked Detective Hendra, who had just walked in followed by the other slightly wet detectives.
"The note? Oh..oh yeah! That reminds me! I was supposed to tell you guys that I don't actually need any help translating it after all! I figured it out by myself within a couple hours of looking over the thing."
"WHAT?!", shrieked the detectives.
"Yeah, sorry. I kinda forgot. I wrote a note to myself to remember, but I think I might've shoved it in the bagel drawer (figured that I'd put it in the place it'd be seen most) and accidentally tossed it out when that leberkase got in there."
"Well, what's the translation?" asked ZFR.
"Oh, I put that in the pocket of my coat."
"Which coat? You've got a whole closet here full of them." noted Trentolf.
"The one with the stale bagels in the pockets, if I remember correctly."
The detectives started searching the closet until Detective Wald spoke up.
"Wait, guys...didn't we just burn a coat that had a bunch of bagels in it?"
"..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

DAY 5 BEGINS NOW!
GET SLEUTHING!

Guys, we really haven't much time left and I'm all outta leads. You've all got two options at this point. You can either give your final theories (and explain who to arrest based off those theories) or you can wait until we read what the note really says before you make your conclusion.
Either way, make it snappy. I think I spotted Sergeant Zeagold in the shop as we hit it...something tells me he's not gonna be happy about this...

Private phone calls have been sent out.

Who gives a stuff!

*gapes*

I got nuthin'. Tell us about the note I guess.

Vote: Mysterious note