Chapter 61: The Wind and Cloud Meeting
Chapter 61: A Meeting of Winds and Clouds
The public carriage rattled through the streets of London.
Inside the carriage, Arthur was reading a newspaper that was brand new out of the box, while a stack of old ones lay beside him.
In the past month or so, he had put almost all of his energy into learning about chemistry, improving his detective skills, and searching for traces of ‘General Thief’ Fred.
Just when he had been idle for a while, he received another commission from the Duke of Sussex to investigate the disappearance of St. Giles.
Yesterday, after learning about the dark business of ‘corpse trading’ from Wells, the innkeeper, he had deployed a number of smart officers from the Greenwich police force to hunt down the gang of ‘body snatchers’ who were hiding behind the killings.
The crowd was busy all night, and finally, based on Wells’ confession, two suspects involved in the ‘killing and selling of corpses’ were secretly arrested in a few private houses in the Greenwich district.
In fact, Wells knew far more than two such murderers, but with all the commotion at Wells’ hotel yesterday, some of the alert murderers had already left London in advance.
Regarding the situation of the ‘murder and sale case’, Arthur had already sent someone to inform Scotland Yard early this morning.
And Scotland Yard also reacted quite quickly, almost at the same time when they learned the news, they immediately sent messengers to England and Wales police district, Scottish police district and Irish police district headquarters to inform the case situation.
Of course, in order to prevent alerting those still unaware of the body sellers, and in order not to cause non-essential panic among the citizens of London, Scotland Yard also asked Arthur and the relevant police officers with knowledge of the case to remain silent until the truth is revealed.
For this, Arthur did not express any objections, as he had originally intended to do the same.
This kind of extraordinarily large-scale case could definitely not be thoroughly investigated with the strength of the Greenwich Police District alone.
For Arthur, the fact that he was able to make a good start and cause this case to attract the great attention of the Greater London Police Department was satisfying enough.
Anyway, no matter how this case is investigated, the investigation report will not be able to bypass him as the one who started it in the end.
And according to the rules, this kind of big case is not their turn to be responsible for this kind of subordinate precincts, the Greater London Police Department has a special criminal and action department, responsible for this department is Scotland Yard’s an assistant superintendent of police, Arthur, the police inspector all right don’t want to go to arm wrestle with him.
In the end, this world is still a stinking world, although he Arthur is a rocket promotion behind someone, but who knows who is behind that assistant superintendent of police?
A small Beagle ship cartographer Elder have a high Royal Navy Rear Admiral’s uncle, Scotland Yard’s Assistant Commissioner of Police has a father who has done the Army Lieutenant General seems to be too much.
Above all, Arthur knew in his heart that Sir Peel’s support for him was quite limited.
He understood very well his position in Sir Peel’s mind, which was just to come out and take two shots for him when something happened.
With his current small physique, it was better not to get involved in any upper level power struggle for the time being.
If Scotland Yard was willing to let him lead this investigation, Arthur could certainly recite a couple lines of Shakespeare’s poetry, then perform a triple resignation and a triple concession before finally accepting in fear.
And if Scotland Yard wasn’t willing, Arthur wasn’t interested in laboring over it.
Anyway, he had found out the first signs of the big case that Sir Peel had asked for, and he couldn’t go back on his word when it came to a pay rise for Scotland Yard’s frontline rangers, could he?
If he really go back on his word, even if Arthur can swallow this breath, but other people certainly can not swallow.
At that time, if there is any loose lips, accidentally leaked the information to the reporter Charles Dickens who is investigating the black information of the Tory Party for the Whig Party, then won’t everyone’s face look bad?
After handing over the main investigation of the case to the headquarters, Arthur immediately felt that the burden on his body was a lot lighter, and he could also concentrate on considering how to cure that little girl called Robin.
Even the simple newspaper in his hand made him read it.
He read the headlines of the past month at a glance, and only felt that the Tory cabinet headed by the Duke of Wellington and Sir Peel shouldn’t be too happy this time.
As you could tell from the headlines, the Whigs and Tory extremists were simply on fire.
‘Catholic Emancipation Bill gets through to vote solely because of political corruption’
‘Liar Peel under continuous cross-examination by Oxford University, who are rumored to be considering removing Peel from the alumni list’
“Wellington and Peel both have long careers in Ireland.
The Prime Minister and Home Secretary have a long history of accepting political donations from Irish Catholics, according to sources.
“Corrupt Electoral System, Tory Bribery and Manipulation of the State. “£3,000 for a seat in the House of Commons, and it’s not the ruling party that sits in the Houses of Parliament, it’s a bunch of rice worms.
Of all the newspapers and magazines, the Poor Man’s Political Monthly, founded by Mr. William Corbett, a well-known radical, was the one that caught Arthur’s eye.
Agareth, who had nothing to do, just came over to have a look and was instantly amused by the contents, and the Red Devil laughed so hard that sparks of fire came out of his mouth.
Parliamentary reform cannot be delayed any longer, with less than two percent of the country’s population having the right to vote!
Eighty-eight of the 202 electorates we mandated under Edward I in the 13th century have now fallen below 200 in population, and the electorates will have to be redrawn.
Birmingham & Manchester have populations of over 300,000 yet they only have two seats for MPs, while Gatton Town has only five residents and they actually vote for two!
Dispelling rumors! As the Cabinet has asked this magazine to check the veracity of the report in question, this newspaper, after careful investigation, has determined that the above is indeed false information spread by the Whigs.
On behalf of the Tory Party, we would like to clarify that there are indeed five residents in Gatton, but only three are eligible to vote, so it is actually the three who vote for the two, not the five who vote for the two!
Once again, the rumor is disproved! The situation in Gatton is an isolated case, and our detailed investigation has revealed that most of the so-called declining constituencies are doing far better than Gatton.
The Town of Siloam has 55 inhabitants, with 12 persons eligible to vote, and an election ratio of six to one.
In contrast, the Old Salem constituency is now reduced to a patch of farmland, where there are now no residents, yet seven people are eligible to vote.
It is therefore reasonable for this newspaper to suspect that the presence of these people should be attributed to a manifestation of God, and that the local electors were resurrected from the Middle Ages by the power of God.
Shocking! Every election period, the Royal Navy conducts a massive parade at sea!
Dispelling rumors! It has been ascertained by this magazine that the presence of sea vessels during elections is not the Royal Navy practicing. Rather, voters whose constituencies are inundated by the sea are engaged in routine voting.
According to sources, insistence on not reforming these sea-flooded constituencies may provide the Royal Navy with a large number of skilled sailors.
Want to fight a naval battle with Great Britain? Do you realize where you’re losing? We beat you by too much, Napoleon! France!
Arthur gingerly flipped through the Poor Man’s Political Monthly and surreptitiously tucked it into his pocket.
Agareth, seeing him in this action, asked playfully, “Arthur, what are you doing? Afraid that people will see you, the police inspector of Scotland Yard, reading undesirable publications?”
Arthur sniffed, shook his head, and lowered his voice, “You don’t understand, Agareth. It’s an issue I’ll have to keep, and it’s sure to go up in value when I put it back in the used bookstore.”
The Red Devil grinned seductively, “It looks like the Cabinet is having a hard time, with the Whigs holding together for parliamentary reform, and the extremists within the original Tory party turning on them over the Catholic Emancipation Act.
If you can pull that Robert Peel’s leg at this point, he’ll have to be grateful to you.”
Arthur stared at the Red Devil for a moment, then narrowed his eyes and said, “The matter of parliamentary reform is not something that can be suppressed with a few cases, Agareth, you are planning to push me into the fire.”
“No, no, no, maybe it can be squashed, but not now.”
Agareth barred his lips as if pondering the taste of his soul, “Not now, your old king is about to die, and his death will ease some of the tension.
And after his death, Arthur, your opportunity will present itself. Believe me, it will be a great opportunity. But until then, you must be patient. Remember, no matter what happens, you must endure.”
When Arthur heard this, his brows slowly furrowed, “Agares, you always say such words that make people half-understand.”
“Is that so?” The Red Devil rubbed his hands together as he heatedly laughed grimly twice, “Arthur, you’re still too young, and your will isn’t tough enough to be like that of King Solomon back then, there are things that I don’t tell you because you’re not supposed to know. All of this is for your own good.”
Arthur bristled, “If you don’t tell me, how do I know if I should know or not? Agareth, these cartwheels are fine for you to fool others, but don’t use them against me.”
Just after Arthur said this, the carriage slowed to a stop.
The driver pulled open the window, turned back to Arthur and spoke, “Mr. Officer, Gresham College is here. I can only send you here, the Royal Academy won’t let you in.”
(End of chapter)