Chapter 95: The Knights of the Round Table’s Aid

Chapter 95 – Knights of the Round Table’s Boost

In the cafe across the street from the Greenwich Police Station, Elder was exchanging new insights from the past few days with Darwin with eyebrows raised.

“Charles, have you seen the news? Louis Philippe, the Duke of Orleans, has succeeded to the throne of France, those Frenchmen are simply out of their minds, getting down a king only to get a new one, so what are they making a fuss for?”

Darwin looked at the book, while absent-mindedly returned, “I remember France is not a bunch of republicans? Getting up a king would satisfy them?”

“Of course they’re not satisfied!”

Elder said, “I read in the newspaper that a while ago there was a group of radical republicans who planned to continue causing trouble in Paris, but they were discovered before they could start anything, and those members of their group were either jailed or exiled. In my opinion, there might be a few French republican exiles in this cafe.”

After Elder said this, he began to narrow his eyes and survey the customers in the cafe.

At this moment, the bell hanging in front of the cafe door rang, and Arthur pushed the door in and slapped Elder on the back of the head with his hand.

“What are you boys looking at?”

Elder returned in all seriousness, “I’m looking to see if there’s any possibility of Frenchmen in this café.”

Arthur sat down next to him and poured himself a cup of tea, “Frenchmen? Even if there is, then there’s at most one here.”

“Why?”

Arthur took a sip of his tea and returned, “If there’s one Frenchie here, then he’s just a common womanizer. If there are two Frenchies, then they’ll draw and duel. If there are three Frenchmen, then there is already a revolution in the cafe. How can you sit here and drink tea when there’s a revolution?”

Hearing this, Elder laughed out loud and said, “That’s true, but we’re not much better here, are we? We don’t have many revolutions, but we do have a lot of marches and protests.

And if we’re talking about duels, I remember last month didn’t the Duke of Wellington publish a duel to the Earl of Winchelsea in the newspaper? What’s gotten into him, he’s an old man in his sixties, why is he still so ill-tempered?”

Arthur bristled, “It’s not much, it’s just over the Catholic Emancipation Act.

The Earl of Winchelsea refuted the Duke of Wellington’s defense of the bill to his face in the House of Lords, and accused him of saying that ‘the passage of the bill was a concession to the Holy See and the Pope, and that the gallant Wellington who was so brave and fearless at Waterloo is dead, and that this Wellington who is now standing in the Parliament is an unmitigated coward’.

The Duke of Wellington was so enraged at this that he made a war cry to the Earl of Winchelsea in the newspapers.”

Darwin put down the book and asked curiously, “I remember hearing someone say that Duke Wellington’s marksmanship stinks, while Earl Winchelsea is a duelist. Isn’t it suicidal for him to take the initiative to find someone to lay down a war book?”

Arthur raised an eyebrow at his words, “Scotland Yard thought so at first, so on the day of the duel we sent a few policemen and doctors over with the intention of starting to resuscitate him as soon as the duel was over.

But as it turns out, Mr. Duke was far more thoughtful than us cops.

During the duel, Mr. Duke shot the Earl of Winchelsea in the jacket, while Mr. Earl shot into the air.

It was only afterwards that we learned that before the duel began, Mr. Duke was suddenly possessed by Shakespeare, and that in a burst of inspiration he wrote a dozen letters to the Count of Winchelsea in order to interfere with his opponent.

And after the duel was over, the two Excellencies expressed their apologies to each other in a heroic manner, the doctors and the police were relieved, and the only ones who were dissatisfied were probably the group of English journalists who had come all the way here with the intention of making a big news.”

Darwin couldn’t help but shake his head straight as he listened, “Worthy of being the one who fought Waterloo, it seems that the Duke of Wellington should have seen a lot of this kind of scene in a hundred battles.”

Hearing this, Elder also couldn’t help but ask: “Speaking of Waterloo, Arthur, do you think it’s possible for us to fight the French again?” When Arthur heard this, he tilted his head and sighed, “I called you over today because I have already fought the French.”

Elder frowned and asked, “How did you get involved with the French?”

Arthur sniffed and went over the case of the indentured servants and the missing Frenchman with Elder as it were.

After hearing Arthur’s account, he couldn’t help but be amazed, “Fred still dares to do this kind of business? Kidnapping people to North America, he’s bold enough!”

Arthur nodded his head and said, “I don’t think he has the guts either, that’s why I wanted to ask you, this matter should have nothing to do with the Royal Navy, right?”

Elder let out a laugh with the corner of his mouth, “Arthur, what are you thinking? How could the Royal Navy possibly do this kind of business.”

Darwin nodded slightly, “That’s right, I think this basic conscience they should still have.”

Who knows that when Elder heard this, he couldn’t stop shaking his head, “It’s not a matter of conscience that the Royal Navy doesn’t do this kind of business, it’s because we don’t have enough people of our own. The Royal Navy never sells human beings, we only kidnap people to be sailors! And even if we were to kidnap someone to be a sailor, we wouldn’t be able to kidnap a French sailor!”

Arthur heard this, and the threads in his head were coming together.

Just as he was pondering what was going on, Elder suddenly clapped his hands and exclaimed, “Arthur! Fred is making such a big deal to kidnap a Frenchman, that person couldn’t be a wanted French republican, right? Doing the math, it seems like it could be right.”

“Republican?”

Arthur thought about it carefully, and it suddenly came back to him.

He instantly realized the seriousness of the problem; if the man was an ordinary Frenchman, it wouldn’t be a big deal even if he fell into Fred’s hands.

But if he was a French republican, once its shipped back to France, then this would be a serious diplomatic issue.

The Duke of Wellington’s cabinet is now in the midst of a storm, if this time and then exploded the French government in the United Kingdom to capture the matter, it is estimated that in less than two days the cabinet will be completely down.

And once the cabinet collapsed, then Sir Peel promised him before the Anatomy Act reform issues will not be able to fulfill, and as the case occurred in the Greenwich police district can not be blamed.

He hurriedly stood up, and while putting on his bowler hat, he rushed to Elder and said, “In the meantime, you hurriedly check the cargo ships going to France and North America for me, and I have to make a trip to the Ministry of the Interior immediately.”

But he was just about to go out when the bell of the café rang again.

A face that was familiar to him stood there, the guilt-ridden Sergeant Dennis Lloyd, who had not had the face to appear in Arthur’s presence since the last time he had betrayed him to Willox.

Dennis looked at Arthur’s face and struggled to clench his fists, he clenched his teeth and hesitated for half a day before he finally made up his mind to open his mouth.

“Arthur, I know I couldn’t do right by you before. But this time is different, and you must believe me. I must report to you some of the things Sheriff Jones has been doing all this time; the man is a bit of an anomaly, and part of his behavior doesn’t seem quite right.

It involves that old bastard Willox, and the body-selling case before that. Also, haven’t you been looking into Fred this whole time?
I …… I’ve been privately following Sergeant Jones for a while, and he went to the Blackpool Detective Agency in Whitechapel today ……”

(End of chapter)