Chapter 249: It’s not your turn to say what the regulations say (K8)

Chapter 248: The regulations are not yet your turn to say (5K8)

London, Westminster, 4 Whitehall Street.

Inside the Director’s office, Director Rowan leaned back in his chair and flipped through page after page of the Arrest Understanding he held in his hands.

He finished reading the document in his hand and then whirled his body forward, both hands pressed in front of the case to look at Arthur: “That Louis Bonaparte, have you verified his identity? Is it the real thing?”

Arthur smiled and returned, “I can’t say it’s 100% genuine, but at least I can’t see any signs of fake on him for the time being. I previously sent someone to the West India Docks to check him out, and he did indeed stow away in Britain aboard a merchant ship that departed from Rome. In connection with the news of the charcoal-burner uprising that came from there a short time ago, and with his fluent French, and verified by the examination of Mr. Alexandre Dumas, Captain of the French Artillery, as to his chain of command of the French Artillery, I do not think, at least from the point of view of the logic of the confessions, that he lied in the part of his experience.”

Hearing this, Director Rowan first pondered for a moment, “If he’s for real, then maybe we can make a slight connection on Bernie Harrison’s case ……”

Arthur smiled, “Sir, we see things the same way. If we just arrest Bernie Harrison, the MPs can say that we are lawless and don’t take Article 29 of the Magna Carta into account. But if the Bonapartes are also arrested by us, then it shows us that this is scrupulous, ironclad, and equal before the law.”

Rowan smiled slightly when he heard this, and he nodded his head in satisfaction, “Come on, Arthur, lad, what’s your opinion?”

Saying this, Arthur opened another document in his hand, “During this period of time, I focused on checking out some of the relevant provisions on parliamentary immunity. The earliest explicit provision on parliamentary immunity stems from a decree issued by Edward II in 1314, which prohibits a court judgment from detaining a member of parliament and thus preventing him from attending parliamentary sessions.

In 1626 and 1675, the House of Commons and the House of Lords passed resolutions stipulating that during the session of Parliament and the 40 days before and after the session, except for treason, felony, and disorderly conduct, members of Parliament could not be arrested except by the decision of the House of Commons and the order of the House of Lords and the House of Lords.

The rights of members of Parliament in this regard were reinforced by the Bill of Rights adopted after the Glorious Revolution of 1688, which stipulates that members of Parliament shall have freedom of speech, liberty, debate or deliberation in Parliament, and shall have the right not to be impeached or questioned in any court or in any place other than Parliament.

According to the internal files of the Home Office and Scotland Yard, the last time a Member of Parliament was arrested was in the case of John Wilkes, which occurred in 1763. John Wilkes, then a member of the House of Commons, was arrested in the Tower of London on a general warrant issued by the late King George III for attacking the policies of the King and Cabinet in issue 45 of the North Briton. A week later, however, the Lord Chancellor ruled in the Court of Queen’s Bench that the arrest was unconstitutional on the grounds of breach of parliamentary privilege, and the MP was released from custody.

A few months later, the Earl of Sandwich, the Secretary of the Navy, read in the House of Lords the “Treatise on Woman,” which Wilkes had published several years earlier, declaring Wilkes to be of bad character, slandering the monarch, and blaspheming God, because it contained a large portion of personal attacks and pornographic depictions of the Earl of Sandwich, and linked him to the famous prostitute Fanny Murray, and so it was ultimately ruled that the treatise of Wilkes in the 45th issue of North Briton violated the privileges of Parliament. North Briton 45 infringed on parliamentary privilege and instituted formal investigative proceedings against Councillor Wilkes for seditious libel.

Wilkes fled to Paris, where he was removed from the House of Commons for prolonged absence, and was tried in absentia and convicted of sedition and libel. However, a few years later, during the general election, John Wilkes returned to Britain and used the huge publicity he had gained from the previous investigation to win an unprecedented victory in the Middlesex constituency.

His Majesty the King called for a new parliamentary election, and the Cabinet also sent people in the media, making a big fuss about Wilkes and his wife’s long-term separation, but also a number of mistresses, but even so, could not stop Wilkes in Middlesex again won the election. Afterwards, the king simply overrode the council and ordered the Court of Queen’s Bench to rule that Wilkes did not meet the qualifications of a candidate, but this caused a strong backlash from the council and the citizens of Britannia.

Old Sir Pitt, the Prime Minister, who had always supported the King, publicly denounced the move as an axe to the roots of the tree of liberty, and Mr. Burke, the Whig Party’s literary coward, called it an appalling move that shook the very foundation of Britannia. And the streets of London were swarming with tens of thousands of protesting Londoners who stormed the prison van and freed Wilkes. But Mr. Wilkes escaped his rescuers and went to the prison on his own, in disguise, claiming that his move was – Parliament doesn’t abide by the law, but I’m going to set an example.

Sir, there may not be many young people today who remember Wilkes, but you are quite a bit older than I am, so you may have heard the name John Wilkes mentioned by the elders of your family. From what I can gather from the archives, the Wilkes affair even threatened to destabilize George III at one point, and coupled with the North American War of Independence, it was a movement of such magnitude that it was unheard of.

Senator Bernie Harrison didn’t catch that kind of good time, and may not have had much dedication to it, but I think from this set of operating procedures, there may be something else in there that we should be aware of.”

Rowan was not a stupid person, and he immediately understood the other party’s meaning when Arthur mentioned it, “Are you saying that Bernie Harrison wants to play a big game, so that he can grab some political capital for himself, and package himself as a righteous man who has been unjustly persecuted?”

Arthur closed the file book and placed it in front of his desk, “All I can say is that it’s possible, and although the social climate is different nowadays, lunatics and ambitious people have always existed. Mr. Harrison has also been a backbencher for several years, nowadays the Tory party is divided, the leader of the hardliners, Earl Eldon, is old these years and even more so because of the repeated attacks on public opinion and seems to be sad and sad, and the Duke of Wellington is regarded by the hardliners as a traitor because of the Catholic Emancipation Act, so naturally it is impossible for him to lead them any more. So ……”

Rowan flipped through the documents, after which he casually tossed them onto his desk, “Heh, it seems that our Senator Harrison wants to be an upstart, and after the fall of His Excellency the Duke of Wellington and the Earl of Eldon, he stepped up to the front of the stage to fight with the liberals led by Sir Peele in the Tory Party, ah. Now it seems that he punched quite hard, I don’t know if Sir Peel will be in pain in the future or not, but the old man is already on fire all over his body now.”

Said here, Luo Wan suddenly raised his head and said: “Sir Pearle side I have gone to communicate two days ago, he also does not want to let this expand, but Harrison MP’s attitude is too resolute, Sir Pearle as a Tory party leader, can not be hard to pressure him not to allow him to defend their own rights and interests. After all, times are different now, the Tory party is no longer in power, they can not afford to lose the loss of a member of parliament, if Harrison forced him to run to the Whig side, that is for the Tory party reputation and unity of the party is even more devastating impact. If we can’t get through on Sir Peel’s side, we’ll have to think of a way to solve the problem elsewhere.”

Hearing this, Arthur just smiled, “Whether Sir Peel will change his attitude or not is still unknown, I just sent him something interesting this morning. I think that with Sir Peel’s intelligence and artistic appreciation, after he listens to that record, his mood and attitude towards Senator Bernie Harrison should start to change. We can wait a little longer on the Tory side, there’s no hurry at all. For now, we just need to focus on gagging those MPs who empathize with Mr. Harrison. On that point, as you have just said, we can start with this letter of understanding for arrest signed by Louis Bonaparte.”

Rowan’s eyes slowly narrowed as he stared at Arthur for half a day, and the army colonel grinned, “Arthur, it seems that you have a lot of things that I don’t know about ah? Why is it that I don’t have any news here? Can I take the liberty of asking if I have the honor of knowing this information?”

Arthur just stood up holding the folder as he smiled, “Sir, it’s a good thing that you don’t know, after all, the beautiful music that Sir Pierre heard is only a part of it.”

Rowan lit his pipe and took a sip, smoke filled the office, “How so?”

Arthur laughed, “It’s like the uncle of Mr. Louis Bonaparte who signed the arrest understanding said: if it’s good news, there can be no rush. But if it’s bad news, wake me up at once; it’s the bad news that can’t be delayed in the least. You, as the supreme officer of Scotland Yard, a man on a par with Napoleon in the department, really ought not to be distracted by news of less importance.”

Rowan chucked his pipe and raised his eyebrows slightly, “So the news from your end is good news for Scotland Yard? But is considered bad news for Sir Peel? So I don’t need to know, but Sir Peel does?”

Arthur smiled back, “Sir, I don’t know what information you are basing such inferences on, but in reference to the London Police Intelligence Service Intelligence Management Regulations, I am not authorized to answer your questions.”

Rowan took several puffs from his pipe when he heard this.

Behind the thick curtain of smoke, his expression could not be seen at all.

Seeing this scene, Arthur unhurriedly took a step back, ”Then sir, I will go to the local court to apply for a search warrant for the residence of Joseph Bonaparte in Regency Crescent, a Frenchman without identity, and at the same time is also now a wanted man in France’s July Dynasty, the Pope’s country, and other Apennine countries, according to the current laws of Britain, Scotland Yard is completely justified in applying for an arrest or surveillance action against him. According to the current laws of Britain, Scotland Yard’s application for his arrest or surveillance action is completely reasonable. As for the procedures of the Foreign Ministry, you will have to take care of it, this kind of inter-departmental cooperation contact is the only thing that is most in line with the rules.”

At the end of his sentence, Arthur saluted him, then turned around and prepared to push the door out.

But just as his hand landed on the doorknob, he heard Rowan’s familiar smoky voice resonating from behind his desk.

“Arthur.”

Arthur whipped his head around and nodded slightly, “Anything else, sir?”

Rowan reached out and fanned the smoke in front of him, snapping the ashes from his pipe into the ashtray, “Trust me, you’re going to be great. Good luck, young man.”

Arthur just smiled at that and didn’t answer as he pulled the door open and walked out.

As the office room door clicked shut, Rowan picked up his cup of tea and crossed his legs, his mouth still couldn’t stop chattering, “This level of talking and spinning is simply exactly the same as the group of old bureaucrats in the Ministry of the Interior, perhaps he should go and elect a Member of Parliament, that way he can probably climb a little faster. What’s the point of flopping around in this little pond of Scotland Yard?”

……

Regent’s Crescent, Marylebone, London.

Here a reunion of the Bonaparte family is taking place, and Louis Bonaparte, who has borrowed a suit from Arthur to meet his uncle, sits on a sofa in excitement and covers his face in tears.

His uncle, the former King of Spain, also leaning on his ruby cane, bemoaned the years of his nephew’s life.

Outside the Regency Crescent, Sheriff Jones smoked a cigarette while watching the house through the window glass.

Louis Bonaparte’s identity has been confirmed, but for breaking into a former king’s house and taking his great-nephew away in front of him, Jones’ heart is still a little weak.

He also wondered what kind of considerations Arthur had in mind to make such a clueless decision.

From a normal law enforcement point of view, even if Arthur wanted to make fun of Louis Bonaparte, it is perfectly possible to wait for him to go out and then arrest him on the street, but Arthur just did not, he had to slap in the face of the former King of Spain. Once this kind of thing happens, Jones can even foresee, this arrest will certainly be on the front page of tomorrow’s major newspapers in London, after all, those news reporters just like to report on the parents of these big names, private house was invaded by the police this kind of thing absolutely can not escape their eyes.

Even if the journalists do not know, the ex-king of the exasperated will certainly be to the journalists to break the news.

Once this kind of news is released, it will not have a good effect on the reputation of Scotland Yard, and the adults in the Ministry of the Interior do not know how they will react to this incident.

But Jones’ misgivings were misgivings, and as for Arthur’s orders, he intended to follow them to the letter.

For no other reason than that he, Clayden Jones, really wanted to get ahead!
The new regulations of the annual promotion system is about to be implemented, and a steaming hot police inspector position in front of the eyes, this change who must be confused ah!

The splendor of the Bonaparte family is old news since Napoleon died, let alone the fact that this is still the land of Britain.

That is to say, even if this matter lost the bet, the probability is to be criticized twice, let the news media dislike twice, at most Scotland Yard below to punish him a few years can not be promoted only.

But since the new regulations are about to be enacted, if Jones can’t climb up the ladder in the next month or two, at least for the next four years, there’s little hope for him per se.

One way or the other, it amounted to no loss either way, so if that was the case, why wouldn’t he do it?

Jones fished his pocket watch out of his pocket and glanced at it, and rushed to the little constable at his side and asked, “Has the hall sent the detention ticket yet?”

The small constable beside him replied back, “The detention ticket has arrived, but it still lacks documents from the Foreign Ministry side.”

Jones reached out to look at Bonaparte’s uncle and nephew inside the house and suddenly realized that three manservants had come out of the house.

He hurriedly stopped the lead one in front of him and asked with a smile, “Are the two Mr. Bonapartes having a nice chat?”

The manservant glanced at the uniform he was wearing and politely nodded, “My lord is very grateful to all of you officers for being able to rescue the second young master from the hands of the London bandit gang. Later on, he would like to entrust me to give you officers some snuff bottles and other small gifts as a token of appreciation. But for now, please make way for his lordship’s plan to take the young master on a sightseeing tour of London, so we need to prepare for this trip and bring the carriage here.”

Hearing this, Jones took off his hat and owed slightly, “Yes, sir, you go about your business.”

He looked at the other man as he headed for the stables at the rear of the Regency Building until he was sure he was out of sight, then he reattached his hat to his head, loosened his own collar and said coldly, “On my mark, prepare to break into the Crescent Building and arrest Louis Bonaparte.”

The small police officer on the side heard this and was startled and said, “Long …… sir, you are crazy, right? The paperwork hasn’t arrived yet, I’m afraid it’s not in accordance with the regulations for us to do this, right?”

“Regulations?” Jones heard this, could not help but glare at him, learning Arthur taught him from the past to hold the fist posture remote wishing the direction of Scotland Yard: “Scotland Yard up and down six departments and twenty-three police districts are in the Hastings superintendent of the shoulders of the shoulders of the Hastings, the regulations of the word is not the turn of you to say it!”

The young officer was scolded by him dare not look up, just weakly returned: “Carry six departments and twenty-three police districts? Isn’t the St. Edward’s Crown badge on Superintendent Hastings’ shoulders?”

Hearing this, a slightly older officer hurriedly tugged the young officer back and smiled sarcastically, saying, “You’re right, Superintendent Hastings is the biggest star of Scotland Yard. In the past two years, there is not a single person who has worked on a case with him who does not praise Superintendent Hastings for his carefulness and ability.”

“Cut the useless talk!” Jones opened his mouth, “I’ll ask you one thing now, breaking and entering to make an arrest at Regency Crescent, are you guys executing or not?!”

The small police officer ventured, “Execute of course, but ……”

Jones glared, “But what?”

The small police officer said, “What you just said, will it hurt Director Rowan too much?”

Jones sniffed, angry white gloves rushed to the ground and threw, angrily rebuked: “Hurt your mom’s head!”

He saw that the police officers were hesitant one by one, his heart was angry and anxious, but suddenly, a light flashed within his brain, and a ghostly scheme sprang to mind.

Jones took a deep breath and calmed himself down, recalling Arthur’s look, and spoke in a calm tone, “I’m sorry everyone, I shouldn’t have lost my temper.”

The officers couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief, “It’s alright sir, we do realize how stressful this kind of arrest mission must be for you.”

Jones asked, “No, it’s not that. Being a police officer, stress naturally exists all the time, and as a mature police officer, I’ve long gotten used to it. You guys should also know that I don’t usually work with this much emotion. The reason why I’m losing my temper today is because I feel that this will possibly be the last time I’ll be on duty with the guys from the Whitechapel Police Department, and I want to cherish these last moments and leave behind an enjoyable shared memory with all of you ……”

“Sir ……”

“Do you …… you …… want to ……”

“There’s nothing to stay here, it’s hard and tiring, find another job much better than this.”

“Have a safe trip, sir!”

One by one, the police officers said blessings out of their mouths, but unexpectedly, Jones turned his words around and said, “Yes, I was just like all of you yesterday when I was bidding farewell to Inspector Claydon. But, after all, it’s the place where you’ve worked for so long, and even if you’re moving on to better office environments, this true friendship will never dissipate.”

“This ……”

The expressions of the police officers changed one by one, and those who understood had even begun to consider the subsequent changes in their positions.

Jones took a deep breath and revealed a smile of relief, “Of course, I also like to select a suitable successor. After all, as you all know, the Whitechapel district has been in development for a relatively long time, has a rich local worker base, and has a complex police situation ……”

Jones recited these cartwheels, but the young officer who had just been talking back to him was listening distractedly.

He just poked his elbow at his colleague beside him, “Where’s the detention ticket?”

The colleague was still pondering the aftertaste of Jones’s words, and without thinking too much, he took out the ticket from his pocket and handed it over: “Here, why?”

Unexpectedly, as soon as his words fell, he saw the junior police officer pull out his waist-mounted gun and slam into the door of the room like an arrow out of a string.

Only a thud was heard, and a furious roar came from the room, “Don’t move! Scotland Yard Police!”

Immediately afterward, there was a report that was so straight that even the most critical old officer couldn’t pick out any flaws, “Reporting sir, London Metropolitan Police Force East London Region Towers Hamlets Police District Whitechapel Police Station Second Class Inspector Ledley King reports to you that the target Louis Bonaparte has been taken down by me!”

(End of chapter)