404: Chapter 233: Crime Den (5K)_3 404: Chapter 233: Crime Den (5K)_3 Arthur leaned back in his chair, “Didn’t you just ask me to go to the boxing ring you set up in the East End for a boxing match?
On second thought, boxing isn’t my forte, but with fencing, I do have a fair chance of winning.
So, a while ago, I discussed with the young master of the Rothschild family about arranging a fencing match with Mr.
The one called ‘Foil Napoleon’?”
At the mention of his name, all the anger inside Fiona vanished into thin air: “Oh!
Dear, why didn’t you tell me something so important sooner?
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Arthur looked up and thought for a moment, “Maybe just a little.”
Understanding the situation, Fiona leaned in close to Arthur and kneaded his shoulders, “Dear, it was my fault just now.
I will stop bothering Eugenie.
That bitch’s life and death are nothing compared to your match.
Don’t worry, on the day of the match I’ll definitely bring all the sisters to cheer you on.”
Arthur gently wagged his finger, “Whether or not you bother Eugenie is none of my business, just as long as you don’t take a life, you can do whatever you want.
You should know that the Criminal Investigation Department at Scotland Yard is under my control.
And just like you, I don’t enjoy working, so try not to cause me any trouble.”
“Of course, dear, I’ll do as you say.”
The moment Fiona finished speaking, the wind chime at the café jingled, and Chief Inspector Jones walked in with a young officer.
Seeing this, Fiona winked at Arthur as a way of saying goodbye.
She elegantly picked up her handbag, smiled and nodded at Jones and the young officer, and then left the café.
Seeing this, the young officer stared in confusion before whispering to his superior, “Chief, was that Mr.
um, what’s her relationship to him?”
Upon hearing this, Jones, boiling with anger, glared back at him and whispered fiercely, “You idiot!
Inspector Hastings is currently single!
That was Miss Fiona you just saw, the spokesperson for the little brother from Cambridge.
If Inspector Hastings ever hands the Whitechapel district over to you, you’ll need to treat her with great care!
For the Criminal Investigation Department and Inspector Hastings, she might be more important than us.”
The young officer nodded thoughtfully at these words, although before he could fully grasp what was said, Jones had already brought him to Arthur’s table.
Jones introduced him to Arthur with a smile, “Chief, this is Ledley King, the promising young officer from the Whitechapel police station.
You might not be aware, but the operation that led to the arrest…
uh, of our police secretary, Mr.
Louis Bonaparte, was a success thanks to his fearless courage.
This lad has the strongest guts and execution in the Whitechapel police district, that’s why I’m confident that putting him in charge of leading the operation will be the right decision.”
Ledley stood to attention and saluted, “Chief, Ledley King salutes you.”
Arthur looked him over and nodded with a smile, “Ledley, sit down and have a drink.
We’re about to start the operation, so warm up.
Jones has already mentioned you to me, saying that you’re a very capable young officer.
But you know that at Scotland Yard, we need some basis for promotion, and having media coverage as a testament to your achievements would be even better.”
“During the incident at Regency Crescent, you earned your merit, but that was still a solo effort, and according to Scotland Yard’s policies, you’d just about qualify for a special commendation.
But this time, Chief Inspector Jones has highly recommended you to lead our officers in a coordinated sweep of the various criminal dens on Oxford Street.”
“I’ve already contacted the reporters from all the major newspapers, and Director Rowan is taking this operation very seriously.
He says we must use this opportunity to turn around the unfavorable public opinion of Scotland Yard that has emerged recently.
Since there will be reporters watching, you have to remember to conduct yourself with integrity and civility when enforcing the law, understand?”
Ledley took the coffee from Arthur and downed it in one gulp, “You can count on me, Chief!
You won’t find anyone more suitable for this task than me!”
Arthur nodded slightly.
He stood up and donned his hat, while Jones quickly grabbed his uniform coat from the coat stand to put it on him.
Arthur tipped his hat with a gesture of civilization and pointed outside, where several black umbrellas had appeared, “The reporters have arrived.
So now, Ledley, it’s all on you.”
At 57-B Oxford Street, Harrison lay on the pristine bed sheets, with a beauty in his arms and a bottle of wine in hand, gazing despondently out the window at the drizzling rain.
The blonde beauty rested on Harrison’s chest, “Dear, why are you so melancholy?”
Harrison replied with irritation, “It’s nothing, just got a bit dirty, is all.
Those sons of whores have latched onto me and won’t let go.”
Just as he spoke, a series of heavy footsteps sounded outside the door.
Then a voice, brimming with enthusiasm, announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, please focus your attention here.”
Harrison frowned, “What the hell are they doing out there?”
“No idea, maybe someone’s viewing the place.”
As they muttered to each other, suddenly, there was a loud “BANG!” as the door was kicked open.
Ledley King utilized his magnetically-charged voice to its fullest extent, projecting a shout that could be heard two streets over.
Look everyone, who do we have here?
It’s the member of the lower house, Bernie Harrison himself!”