Shadow of great britain

The madam hoped that the police would look at her, and she screamed and made a fuss and said nothing more, but the harsh and sharp voice was really annoying.

The tavern owner doesn't look like a good person. Although he doesn't say as many words as the madam, it can be seen from the short knife that fell from his waist that this is not a good person either.

But don't forget where this is. In the police station, you have to keep it on the dragon and you have to keep it on the tiger.

"You dogs are sobbing when they are too full!" The police officer who holds the pen snorted coldly: "You bastards, don't stay at home honestly. Once we relax, you will do whatever you want. You old woman, look, this What a big deal! If you have to find a superior when you have a fight, you will be in trouble. How can this happen? Besides, what are you? This is not the first time, what are you going to say? If you have nothing to do, go to the police station , you don’t urinate yourself and see what kind of livelihood you are doing!”

The tavern owner shook his head and shrugged his shoulders, expressing his satisfaction.

But what he didn't expect was that the police officer immediately turned around and attacked him: "You dog, why are you rushing out of the counter? Do you want to go to Siberia? You speak so dirty and you want to hit someone. I see you Is my skin itchy, can I want to eat a whip?”

As soon as the police got angry, the majestic tavern owner immediately disappeared. He was so scared that he shrank his head like a little chick, unable to say a word.

But the old madam didn't care so much. The woman who was in charge of the romance and honed her sharp-tongued mouths. With her ability to roll around and make unreasonable arguments, she would make things difficult for the police station to make peace even if she was in the police station. .

The madam and the police officer quarreled until the police chief entered the house.

As soon as the director entered the house, he saw this situation, and he didn't know what was right or wrong. He cursed: "Get out, get out of here, get out of here! Do you think this is a bathhouse?"

After finally sending away these bastards who disrupted the police station's tranquility, the director immediately called the police officer in charge of the case and scolded him: "What kind of discipline is it to let these guys make a big fuss here? I'll tell you How many times have passed, don’t forget that you are a policeman! Do you usually use the uniform and sticks sent to you by the emperor to pick up cow dung? How can you let these troublemakers make a good police station? Is it so chaotic?”

The police chief was scolding his subordinates when he suddenly caught a glimpse of a gentleman wearing a top hat and a fitted tuxedo walking into the bureau.

He glanced at the gold bracelet in Arthur's pocket, slowly calmed his anger, and turned to the face he had never seen before and asked, "Are you here to report the case?"

Arthur took out his pocket watch and looked at the time, then left and looked at the door of the police station, and asked, "This is Colonel Miller's jurisdiction, right?"

"Are you looking for the director?" The police chief smiled on his face, and he helped Arthur open the office chair with ease: "You can sit here for a while first. The director will have a meeting at 9 o'clock this morning, and it will probably take a while before he can get to the bureau. inside."

Arthur thanked him, sat on the chair and took out his pipe, muttering while stuffing the tobacco, "I used to hear people say that Russians are much simpler than British people, and I thought the work here must be easier than London. But this It was noisy early in the morning, and it seemed that the police work in Moscow was not much easier than London."

"Did you call London?" The Commissioner greeted his men and cooked some punch for the guests to keep warm: "Are you here to travel?"

"It's barely true. I work in the British Embassy in Petersburg. I'm on vacation recently. I've been thinking about it and I have nowhere to go, so I came to Moscow to take a walk."

Arthur took out a snuff bottle from his pocket and threw it to the director, signaling him to come up with a little, "After that, we are actually a colleague. When I was in London, I was also a policeman."

"Are you a policeman?" The director moved a chair and sat down next to Arthur: "What business were you mainly responsible for when you were in London?"

Arthur held his pipe and counted it to him with his finger: "The work I am responsible for is complicated, such as the training of elite police officers, criminal case investigation, internal regulations editing... Oh, by the way, the most important thing is , monitor the activities of anti-government elements."

"So much work?" The Director was stunned when he heard this: "What specific position are you there?"

Arthur spitted a smoke ring: "Assistant Police Superintendent of the Greater London Police Department."

"Assistant... Assistant Police Chief!" The director was stunned: "Which chair do you... sit in during meetings?"

"The third hand." Arthur took off his gloves and waved his hand: "But that's all in the past. A hero doesn't mention his courage back then. I'm just a little corner running errands in the embassy, ​​and my status is not as good as you in the Moscow Police Station. It's important."

How dare the Director take Arthur's words seriously? He subconsciously stood up and saluted, "General, you..."

Arthur pressed his palm down and signaled him to sit down: "What general is not a general? Britain is different from your Russia. The British generals did not go to work on the police."

The Director felt a little calmer when he heard this: "Your surname?"

"Arthur Hastings."

"Ah!" As soon as the director heard this name, his butt, which had just been put on the chair, immediately rose up again: "So it's you!"

Nowadays, whoever has a certain identity in Moscow doesn’t know the name of Arthur Hastings?

Dear Dukes and Earls all said that this is a highly educated British electromagnetic scientist and diplomat.

He studied under Jeremy Bentham, a master of British scholars and pioneer of utilitarianism, and was educated by Michael Faraday, the most talented scientist of the Royal Society.

In terms of philosophy and natural philosophy, he can simply be said to be:

Inheriting Isaac Newton, he set a precedent for natural philosophy.

Next, I will open up all the students of Gottingen to explore the great principles of the electromagnetic era.

Moreover, he not only made great achievements in philosophy and natural philosophy, but also his behavior, words and speech, and his every move reflects a good level of education and knowledge.

The ladies and ladies all rushed to invite him to visit his home, after all, they had learned about this outstanding pianist who was highly sought after by Heine in the Paris newspaper a year ago.

Although he only had one work, in Heine's mouth, even with this song "Clock", Arthur Hastings was already a top figure in the European piano world.

As for Liszt, a second-rate guy...

Oh!

But Arthur Hastings is second!

No matter how hard a person without talent works or how many songs he produces, he cannot compare with the genius' inspiration.

If Heine was the only one who praised Hastings' talent, it might be said that it was an isolated case.

However, even European grand pianists like Chopin and Mendelssohn, who are famous in Europe, are generous with their musical talent when talking about Hastings.

Although Arthur thinks he has no musical cells, he doesn't like to brag about music.

But in the literary and artistic circle, you are just playing in a circle!

We don’t have much creative ability and we can’t say that we have much richer performance skills, but we can’t stand our popularity!

In the literary and artistic critic circle, Heine built momentum for him.

In the literary and artistic creation circle, Chopin and Mendelssohn endorsed him.

In the literary and artistic performance circle, the chief tenor of the Paris Opera House, Mr. Noori, could not bear to speak rude to the Jazz because of the smooth transfer of Garibaldi and others.

With this family and friends lineup, let alone Arthur Hastings, the one who plays the piano, even if you play a monkey in front of the piano, the audience is still willing to pay for tickets to see what is going on.

After all, if the monkey plays the piano, it is at least quite curious.

Although Arthur repeatedly emphasized to the ladies and ladies that his talent was not as good as Liszt, no one believed it, and they just thought it was a personal humble remark.

Moreover, these romantic and delicate ladies also saw the melancholy revealed in Arthur's eyes, but unfortunately they were wrong.

There are many factors that cause depression, some are due to nature, some are due to emotional injury, some are due to incomprehensible talent, and some are due to fear of being sent to colonial institutions in India, Australia or Canada as clerks.

But no matter what the reason is, at least from the outside, Sir Arthur Hastings is indeed a perfect and impeccable talent.

Such virtuous people are still working part-time police officers in their spare time in studying electromagnetics and music, which makes the Director respect him.

Can a genius do such a vulgar job?

The director did not look down on his job. Of course, the police officers were noble and well-educated gentlemen, but the object they had to deal with was a group of unspeakable unruly people who were so vulgar that they were indescribable.

Arthur casually picked up the Police Regulations on the table, and after turning over a few pages, he squinted his eyes and smiled: "My baby is really called Sergei Nikolaevich. ”

"Who? Who are you talking about?"

"Ah?" Arthur pretended to be careless, "Col. Schubinsky, do you know him?"

"Are you talking about our Moscow military police supervising Shubinsky?"

"Yes, it's him." Arthur raised his hand and pointed to the lines on the Police Ordinance and said, "You know Schubinsky had worked in the London Embassy before? He had been transferred from London to Moscow, from me before he was transferred from London to Moscow. I borrowed a few police manuals and asked him what he did. He said to me: 'Brother, I'll take them to help you collect a few apprentices in Russia. '"

When the police chief heard this, he immediately remembered the opinions on improving the Russian police system submitted by the Third Bureau in the previous two years.

After reviewing the report, the Tsar asked the Ministry of Internal Affairs to revise the Russian Police Regulations based on the opinions of the Third Bureau. And the content Arthur pointed to was added after that large-scale revision.

The Director's attitude towards Arthur became more and more respectful: "Oh, you old... this is really... I didn't expect that I would meet the ancestor today."

Arthur asked him with a smile: "Have you all implemented these regulations seriously?"

"Operation is naturally executed, but..." The Director turned to Arthur and told him that his difficulties were not easy: "But you also know that regulations are regulations. If they are put on the actual implementation level, they can always I encountered some conflicts with the regulations. Especially in Russia, whenever such times, the regulations have to give in to others."

Arthur asked curiously: "What are you talking about? I think these regulations are quite fair. For example, the reasons should be given if the detention exceeds the deadline, and it is like..."

"Of course, all your regulations are very good. Even if you ask Dante and Shakespeare to write, they may not be as good as yours." The Director sighed and said, "But, I'll call you. For example. It’s like the series of cases we have handled recently. Have you heard the news that we and the military police have arrested a lot of people recently. "

Arthur touched his chin: "I heard that there was something like this, saying that he had caught a lot of young people."

The director raised his hand and pointed his thumb at the director's office and gestured: "There is only one in this office, a boy from the Yakovlev family."

"Oh?" Arthur asked, "What did he do?"

The director laughed: "I can't say what happened, but the superior's instructions were to arrest him first. We have to investigate what happened."

"But this is not in line with the rules!"

"That's right, it's just not in compliance with the regulations." The Director explained to Arthur patiently: "This is where the regulations I said must give way to others. I dare to ask, when was the last time you came to Moscow?"

"It's going to take a month, right?" Arthur pinched his fingers and counted the days: "The last time I came here was during the Meat Festival."

The director sighed, "It's a good thing you didn't stay in Moscow after that, otherwise those fires would definitely burn you to restlessness."

"What kind of fire?"

"Fire, deliberate arson. Since the Fructus Festival, there have been sporadic fires in Moscow. After that, during the Lent period, fires occurred almost every day, and the fires became bigger and bigger every time. The worst one almost made half a piece of fire. Arbat Street was destroyed. This situation made us really annoyed, and we couldn't catch people. Duke Golizen first scolded the police chief Ziensky, and then wrote the fire as a report and handed it to Peter. Fort. The emperor was so angry about this series of fires that he ordered that a thorough investigation must be carried out, and no murderer could be spared."

"The fire is indeed quite serious. Yesterday I saw black smoke coming out of Negrenaiya Street. I guess it must have caught fire." Arthur pretended to think, "But what does this have to do with catching young people? I don't rule it out." Young people like to do ridiculous things, but if they meet a young person, they will catch them. This will be too wide a blow."

"Oh, we naturally cannot catch all the young people in the city." The police chief sighed, "This has to start with a fire-taking criminal we caught last week. The villain just arrived at the bureau. He was quite tough at the time, but after we gave him some tricks, he could no longer hold back. He confessed that the reason he set fire was because he was dissatisfied with the seal of the Moscow Telegraph..."

When Arthur heard this, he suddenly realized, "You mean, he is a liberal? The young people who have been caught in the bureau recently are suspected of having liberal tendencies?"

The director gave Arthur a thumbs up: "You are worthy of being the third in charge in the London police. You can see through the key points of the problem at a glance. To be honest, the emperor is also so suspicious. And it is spreading in the bureau. It is said that the Emperor and Earl Benkendov regard the continuous fires in Moscow as provocations and demonstrations by liberals. If they are not strictly punished, then if they are not properly dealt with, they will eventually lead to a disaster."

When Arthur heard this, he immediately realized that the problem was even more difficult than he thought.

If the case is just because the military commander Volkov is looking for a stepping stone for promotion, then Volkov can be rescued.

As for how to deal with Volkov, there are actually many ways.

Either they were caught with him or used the authoritative figures in Petersburg to put pressure on him. If it really doesn't work, they can go directly to the military police headquarters to communicate with him in person.

After all, he was just looking for a stepping stone. As for whether this stepping stone is called Herzen, Gogori or Pushkin, it is harmless.

But according to the information disclosed to him by the police chief, the level of the case has risen to a level that Volkov personally can decide.

The establishment or failure of the case will not only pass the review of the Moscow Interrogation Committee, but also the final decision of the Hermitage will probably be required in the future.

Who can put pressure on the Tsar?

Who can force him to give in?

Who can buy him?

Even the backer of the British Embassy, ​​His Majesty the British Government, cannot do this.

Because they had just colluded with other governments to prove that even if Britain and France jointly put pressure on Austria, expressing dissatisfaction in a tactful manner, could not force the Tsar to give up the secret contract he signed with the Ottomans.

In order not to anger the Tsar, Arthur even worked secretly for more than a month just to prevent the Russian most tempered figure from discovering Sir David Urquette's secret entry into the Caucasus.

What should I do?