486: Chapter 261: Hats Off, Gentlemen!
(4K4)_3 486: Chapter 261: Hats Off, Gentlemen!
(4K4)_3 Disraeli, having heard this, finally understood Arthur’s entire plan. Follow current novels on noᴠelfire.net
He couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath, but a moment later, his face broke into a smile of appreciation and admiration, “If Viscount Melbourne ends up in a lawsuit because of this, it could indeed affect his election prospects!
Such a scandal can be lethal for any politician aspiring for further progress.
And you, my dear Arthur, might be the only one who could save him at a time .
If you succeed in this matter, whatever Viscount Palmeston whispers in Viscount Melbourne’s ear, nothing will shake your position at Scotland Yard and even the entire Home Office.”
Arthur, with a smile, said, “Along with that, you could also openly attack the Foreign Office regarding the issue of Poland.
Benjamin, it’s a win-win for us.”
Great Dumas also patted his belly, unable to resist commenting, “Damn it, I was actually worried about you before, looking back now it all seems so unnecessary.
But Norton, that scoundrel living off a woman, really deserves to die, who did that murder case finally pin on?
Was it his or Bernie Harrison’s?”
Upon hearing this, Arthur smiled and said, “That depends on how Mr.
Harrison’s affairs are handled.
As for now, I tend to suspect both of them.”
At that moment, the piano performance finally came to an end.
As the last note’s echo faded in the theater, suddenly, a tsunami-like applause burst forth.
“An utterly masterful interpretation, I can’t think of anything better.”
As the stage lights came back on, the audience’s vision was restored.
Just as they were about to offer Arthur the highest accolades, throwing roses onto the stage, they were startled to find that the Arthur they recognized was not by the piano, but standing on the nearby steps.
And seated at the center of the stage, playing the instrument, was a young man wearing a mask, with a lock of brown curly hair pinned at the forehead.
“What…what is going on?”
Hastings playing just now?”
“Why is he wearing the same mask as Mr.
In the midst of noisy discussions, Arthur walked over to Chopin, his face beaming with a smile as he bent over to take off the Guy Fawkes mask from Chopin’s face.
Chopin was still immersed in his own musical world, perhaps because the performance had been so moving, his eyes were still filled with tears.
When he came back to himself, all he saw was Arthur standing in front of him, and turning his head, he saw the shocked audience.
Chopin, feeling somewhat shy, bowed his head and spoke in gratitude, “Arthur, I am truly grateful to you for this opportunity!”
Arthur, with a smile, replied, “No, Frederick, it is I who am extremely grateful to you!”
Amidst the watching eyes, Arthur, now dressed in a tailcoat, turned around, raised Chopin’s left hand high, the hand wrapped in bandages placed on his chest, bowed slightly and proudly announced to the world.
“Ladies and gentlemen!
Remove your hats as a mark of respect!
Standing before you is a true genius.
Allow me to formally introduce to you, the most outstanding pianist from Poland—Mr.
Instantly, the whole venue stood up, the applause was thunderous.
The typically introverted Chopin, seeing this, at first moved to retreat, but ultimately, he stood firm.
He took a deep breath, bowed, and thanked the crowd, “A piece ‘To Hastings’ dedicated to all, thank you for your love and passion.”