Chapter 211: Old Rascal
Chapter 209 – The Old Rascal
Bayswater District, Lancaster Gate, in Arthur’s mansion.
Dumas and Elder were huddled side by side behind Arthur, the two of them staring daggers at the letter that lay on the table, just taken out from the Russian Embassy, and kept urging Arthur, who was holding an English-German dictionary, to translate it quickly.
“Arthur, can you do it or not? If you can’t, I’ll do it. Why don’t you know how to hurry in this kind of thing? This is your job, trouble you on the work to pay attention, okay?”
Dumas also agreed: “I know a little German, or I’ll translate it? Maybe it can be a little faster.”
Arthur glanced at these two monkey animals and spoke calmly while working, “Don’t you two have your own work to do? I don’t usually see you taking such an interest in me when I’m busy with the Scotland Yard papers.”
Eldad returned, “Can it be the same? Didn’t you say earlier that the papers you were working on were highly classified? We didn’t come together because we didn’t want to make things difficult for you. You guy, why don’t you understand the good intentions of your brothers?”
Dumas also nodded his head, “That’s right, I’ve never cared about the machinations of you Anglophiles, but this time, it involves Russia and Austria, so I feel that it’s still necessary for me to take time out of my busy schedule to find out a thing or two.”
Sitting with both of Agareth’s legs up on the table, the Red Devil whistled, “See, that’s all the vulgar humans care about. They may not know who the newly appointed Prime Minister is, but at the first chance he gets, he’s got to inquire if the neighbor’s who’s who is having an extramarital affair.”
As Agareth says, the reason why Dumas and Elder are inseparable from Arthur today is all because of this letter from the embassy.
At first, Arthur thought it must be an important piece of information.
But then he realized, Pinkerton this little wit stealing really fucking accurate, in the Russian Embassy casually die can draw a have an important document, but he happened to be good dead Austrian Prime Minister Metternich wrote to Mrs. Levine’s love letter to steal out.
According to reason, this kind of personal belongings usually must be Mrs. Levine properly stored. But perhaps because of today’s old lover over to meet with her, Mrs. Levine deliberately took out this letter with him to relive the beautiful memories of the past.
But this pair of wild lovebirds reliving memories can be Arthur to the pit, he circled around the embassy for so long, and finally only got this in addition to proving that Metternich and Mrs. Levine really exists cheating plot outside of the useless gadgets.
But fortunately he also arranged a backhand, wait until the Sunday concert, he can still send another person to the embassy to walk around, wait until the next time, Arthur said anything to prove that under his management of the Lunar Statistical Bureau in addition to investigating extramarital affairs outside or a little extra value.
It took Arthur a lot of effort to finally finish translating the love letter in front of him, but before he could skim through it himself from start to finish, the translated manuscript was snatched up by Elder.
Mr. Elder Carter, whose body was full of literary cells, recited with great emotion.
“On October 22nd we had our first gathering at N.’s house. I saw that you showed a keenness of perception of things on that day that was by no means equal to that of other women and their eventualities. For a long time all have praised the judgment of the ladies, yet in my eyes they were nothing compared with you.”
Dumas snatched the epigram away, and, with his broad chest, uttered a voice that sounded the distinctive mellifluousness of a tenor.
“On the twenty-sixth we had for the first time a common opinion on a matter of no consequence. Do you remember the first time I asked you if you would be my traveling companion? You took away my seat in the car; how can one be so rude to a man? I wasn’t very happy about it. But we talked freely to each other afterward, and I liked you very much for your kindness and simplicity.”
Elder continued, “On the twenty-seventh I was already happy to see you. I then proposed to you to take your carriage instead, that I might be in your company. I slowly came to believe the words of those who extolled your loveliness to the core. My condescension would not allow me to identify with other men, but my honesty compels me to confess that they were right.”
Dumas chants, “On the twenty-eighth I visited you for the first time with solemn ceremony. When I returned home, I felt as if you and I were old acquaintances. I do not complain of the diffident appearance of the two men in your house; perhaps it is a matter of love; I rather think that it is quite all right.”
Elder took Dumas’s hand and looked at it fondly: “On the twenty-ninth, I did not see you.”
Dumas looked out of the window sadly, “Thirty days, and I thought how dull and cold the day before had been. My dear Dorothea, from this day I know at last that the fiery heart beating in my breast belongs to you ……”
As soon as the words fell, Arthur calmly picked up his cup of tea and opened his mouth to ask a question, “Elder, as the first literary critic of Britannia, please briefly summarize the thoughts and feelings of this letter, and use it when I turn around to give a report to the Duke of Wellington.”
Elder sniffed, pinched the epistle, one hand pressed on his brow, hung his head and sighed one word, “I, so want to be Mrs. Levine’s dog!”
Arthur said calmly, “Elder, Christmas isn’t here yet, make a wish and please wait until next month.”
“Arthur! Fuck you!” Elder blushed and raged, “You’re the one who told me to generalize before I generalized! That’s not what I’m wishing for!”
Dumas sniffed and nodded, “Fair enough, you don’t get wishes like that anyway.”
“Alexander!” When Elder heard this, he instantly lunged towards Dumas in a rage.
Dumas was obviously prepared for his attack, the French fat man all the way and battle and retreat, knocked open the door and ran, Elder gave full play to the Royal Navy when they met the French ships must be chased and beaten the fine tradition, all the way after him ran out.
Red Devil see here, also can not help but slap the table flinging tongue laughing wildly: “Arthur, you just heard, this is the master of the fate of Austria, in Europe for decades of the big man Metternich. His kind of people who are fascinated by women flinging their skirts and are willing to kneel down as a dog can become a great man in Europe, what is impossible for you, a rare asshole villain in the world?” Arthur took a sip from his teacup.
“Agareth, you don’t have to be such a blowhard about me. It doesn’t matter in the least if I can be Metternich, and I’m not going to underestimate him just because of this love letter. After all, it’s normal for people to have feelings and desires.
What was it Lord Byron said, “To love in order to be loved is human. To love for the sake of loving is to be a god. Well …… maybe it’s not quite right to take Lord Byron out here, after all his own private life is a mess, but the meaning is always this.”
The Red Devil leaned back in his chair, his fingertips flicked and a gust of wind whipped through, sending the love letter to his fingertips, “But all joking aside, what are you going to say to Wellington later? That you went through all the trouble of finally crashing a good thing with Mrs. Levine and Metternich?”
Arthur wrapped both arms around himself and said, “I probably don’t need to inform the Duke of Wellington of such a thing. Hasn’t it always been rumored that he and Mrs. Levine are not doing well with each other either? Well …… put it this way, I suddenly feel that perhaps stealing Metternich’s love letters today can’t be a bad thing, and if I got them written by the Duke of Wellington, I’d be a bit at a loss as to how to face him.”
The Red Devil laughed, “What’s so bad about facing him? Didn’t you act rather naturally when you faced Viscount Melbourne and Lady Norton at the Ormac Club the other day?”
Arthur raised an eyebrow, “How can that be the same? Lady Norton and Viscount Melbourne appear to be physically innocent, at least for now.”
The Red Devil rubbed his hands together with a wicked grin, “Wow! My dear Arthur, so mentally you don’t care?”
As soon as Arthur heard this, he knew that the other party must not be holding back any good water, he returned, “Of course not, but Agares, you know, I’m a Scotland Yard policeman, the police have to talk about evidence in handling cases, and we at Scotland Yard aren’t the third office of the Imperial Office of Czarist Russia, which can exile you to Siberia for the mere idea of plotting against the government.”
Agares laughed badly and said, “But …… my dear Arthur, is not cheating this matter, is not at all you this outsider can determine ah. You are not involved in it, so naturally you have no say in it.”
Arthur was originally planning to drink tea, when he heard this, his action of picking up the tea cup suddenly gave a start.
His brows slightly furrowed, and his two eyes stared straight at the Red Devil as he asked, “What do you mean by that?”
“Nothing much.” Agares smiled, “I’m just chatting with you and stating a fact in passing.”
Arthur looked at him and thought for half a day, but he couldn’t figure out exactly which fact the red devil was referring to.
As far as he knew, there were far more than one pair of people who engaged in extramarital affairs, and even one person could be involved in several pairs.
Instead of dwelling on these things, it would be better to find a way to solve the most urgent meeting in London first.
Although he now has Lord Brougham to support him, but the Lundsun Bureau of this temporary organization to abolish the right to decide whether or not to pinch in the hands of Viscount Melbourne, and even if it is not abolished, he also needs the Ministry of the Interior for the Lundsun Bureau of the activities of the funds.
Now he is no longer in charge of specific police districts, the current jurisdiction of the Criminal Investigation Department is a small department of only four people, the hand can dispose of the office costs naturally stretched to the limit.
Even for the future development of the Lun Tong Bureau, Arthur had to let Viscount Melbourne and even the entire cabinet see the value of the existence of the Lun Tong Bureau, only then would it be convenient to ask for money.
Arthur cupped that Metternich’s love letter in his hand and read it over and over again, until his remaining light was fixed on the paragraph, and then he suddenly tasted a hint of flavor if nothing else.
–1818.11.28, composed in Brussels.
The capital of Belgium, Brussels?
Arthur cupped his chin and thought slightly, turning around and going around it really can’t avoid the Belgian issue.
Mrs. Levine must have received quite a few love letters from Metternich, but today this is the only one taken out to memorialize, obviously not unintentional.
Is she trying to use the opportunity of recalling the love letters to extract from Metternich’s mouth Austria’s attitude towards Belgian independence?
Arthur’s eyes suddenly rested on one of the paragraphs of the love letter.
–Our correspondence shall be on a large scale, and whatever you do not know within a month, you may see in my letters. Thou shalt know me better than any man has known me at any time. I hold fast that thou art my own. No splendor or happiness in the world will suffice as a substitute for you. Dorothea, my happiness is you, you are my happiness.
Arthur, seeing this, could not help muttering, “If this is not the sweet talk of the old rascal, then it is not to be supposed that Mrs. Levine can really pry anything out of him.”
At that, he couldn’t help but rub his temples again, “O Duke, if you have three times the power of Metternich in writing love letters, you wouldn’t have to ask me to pry for you.”
(End of chapter)