Mrs. Peel's words were a combination of hard and soft.

Those present were all discerning people, and everyone could see that the intricately made parasol was worth a lot.

But if George Morris was really invited to testify in court, then even if he was killed, he would not be able to admit that this thing was of high value.

As a young congressman who has managed to climb out of a difficult election campaign, if he is tied to a bribery scandal as soon as he is elected, it will undoubtedly immediately make his bright political career fall to the bottom.

Although everyone knows that election bribery is nothing new in these years, both the Whigs and the Tories have tacitly put this matter under the table and quietly carried it out, and tacitly kept silent about the bribery of their rivals.

If anyone is stupid enough to find out this matter and dare to risk the world's condemnation, then no matter what his origins are, he will be suppressed by the big guys joining forces.

George Morris, a newcomer with young qualifications, obviously does not have the courage to challenge the bigwigs of both parties and senior congressmen, and is not ready to jump out and smash everyone's jobs.

Of course, the magistrate understands what is going on.

He didn't even bother to call George Morris to testify in court, because he knew that guy wouldn't tell the truth.

If Morris is pushed, the guy might be convinced that the parasol is worthless.

Even if he told the magistrate that all the hundred umbrellas were the prototypes of his sudden epiphany at home, and that he had worked on them overnight.

As a veteran judge who has served for more than 20 years, he has seen too many such things.

The magistrate pretended to mutter, "Lady Peel, given your good reputation, I trust your judgment. But if this parasol is just an inconsequential souvenir......"

Before he could finish speaking, the jurors in the audience had already begun to heckle.

"And it's still unremarkable."

"It's not worth a few bucks."

"It's too rough to be a toy for my son."

"Mr. Judge, how long do you think you should be sentenced for stealing a toy?"

The judge smiled helplessly: "I think ten days is about the same." ”

The jury couldn't help but laugh when they heard this.

"That's what you said."

"We feel like we're ready to make a decision."

"That's right, we think little Adam is guilty, guilty of stealing toys."

Mrs. Peel glanced at the lively group members behind her, and said with a smile: "Mr. Judge, it seems that we don't need to have an out-of-court collegiate meeting. The members of the group agree that Adam Evans is guilty and that you can make a sentence. ”

In this regard, the magistrate is also happy to settle down, he has a lot of cases to hear today, there is no need to continue to waste time on little Adam.

Boom!

The gavel falls.

The magistrate solemnly announced: "The defendant Adam Evans has been convicted upon conviction by the jury. I hereby sentence in the name of the Magistrates' Court of London, and by reference to the relevant provisions of the law, the defendant Adam Evans shall be sentenced to ten days' imprisonment and a fine of one shilling. ”

"Long live !!"

The jury cheered.

Little Adam burst into tears, and he couldn't stop thanking the magistrate: "Thank you, thank you, Mr. Judge. ”

The magistrate smiled and said to little Adam as he sorted out the papers on the table, "You should go and thank Officer Arthur." ”

"Well, I will." Little Adam turned his head to look at Arthur and bowed deeply to him: "Mr. Officer, you saved my life. ”

Arthur smiled and said nothing, but stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder, then took a shilling from his pocket and walked towards the magistrate.

"Mr. Judge, this is his fine, and I paid for him."

The magistrate picked at his thick white eyebrows and quipped, "You want to rob me of this kind of thing?" There are no doors. Paying this shilling for little Adam is more devotion than I have gained from going to church ten times. I can't leave this kind of good thing to you, take it back. ”

Arthur also joked, "Then when you go to heaven, remember to help me reserve a good place next to you." ”

"No, Arthur."

The magistrate stood up with the papers, and he smiled, "Because you must be closer to God than I am at that time, and I need you to help me say a few more kind words before God." ”

"Is it within the scope of the law?"

"Of course, I'm a judge."

The two looked at each other and smiled, and Arthur turned to say goodbye, "Goodbye, Mr. Judge." ”

The magistrate's voice sounded behind him.

"Can I still see you here?"

Arthur's footsteps paused: "Probably, no." ”

The magistrate was silent for a moment, and then said, "Arthur, listen to me. Keep doing it, or you'll regret it. You're fit for this job, and I can't find a better fit for this profession than you. I hate all the cops at Scotland Yard, but you are an exception. With you, everything will be fine. ”

Arthur didn't answer the magistrate's retention, he just put the officer's uniform on his shoulder, put one hand in his trouser pocket, and waved the other hand lightly.

Then he walked away from the trial without saying a word, as if he had never been there.

The magistrate looked at his distant back and sighed heavily.

"Young people lately......"

The court clerk who sat at the head of the judge looked back at the old judge, and then at Arthur, who had already walked out of the courtroom, he held the pen in his hand, endured it for a long time, and finally couldn't bear it anymore, got up and chased him out.

"Officer Arthur, wait a minute!"

When the magistrate saw this, he couldn't help but smile and sigh.

"Young people lately!"

Arthur walked out of the courtroom with a busy street in front of him and a sunny sky above him.

The wind blew through the treetops, bringing up dust, and it blinded him a little.

Arthur raised his hand to cover his eyebrows, looked up at the blue sky, and muttered, "It's rare that it's a good day, but the sun is too dazzling." ”

A black high-class carriage was parked on the street in front of the courtroom, and a middle-aged gentleman with a black top hat and monochrome of gold-rimmed glasses was waiting there.

He saw Arthur go out and greeted him with a smile.

"Hello, Officer Arthur."

Arthur carefully looked at the other party's appearance and wondered, "Do I know you?" ”

The other party smiled: "You don't know me, but I know you." It was a brilliant presentation, wasn't it? Although I was just here to relax, even as I sat in the courtroom, I was still moved by the powerful content of your speech. ”

"Thank you for your support of my work."

"To tell you the truth, you are the perfect police officer in my mind. Calm, calm, intelligent, confident, just, enterprising and not out of proportion, your words and deeds are exemplary, and your words and deeds are worthy of the example. You are the pride of the whole Scotland Yard. ”

Arthur smiled reluctantly, this was the second person to praise him like this today.

"I don't know if I deserve your praise, but it doesn't matter. From tomorrow onwards, I will not be a Scotland Yard policeman. ”

The middle-aged gentleman asked, "Are you really not thinking about continuing to work in Scotland Yard?" ”

Arthur nodded, trying to speak but feeling something was wrong.

His hand groped in his trouser pocket, and suddenly he felt the pipe that Elder had given him this morning, the tobacco in it had not yet been smoked, and he had just taken two sips this morning before extinguishing, and it was just in time to take it out and come in handy.

The middle-aged gentleman saw Arthur take out his pipe, so he naturally took a match from his pocket and lit it for him.

Arthur took a hard sip, only to choke on tears before he thought about it.

But he still endured the discomfort and thanked the other party: "Thank you for your help, sir." ”

The middle-aged gentleman smiled and said, "It turns out that you don't know how to smoke." ”

Arthur took two more sipes and replied with a frown, "I just learned this morning." There used to be discipline in the team and we weren't allowed to smoke in public, so I had never touched this before. ”

"So what are you doing here?"

Arthur had a pipe in his mouth, and no matter how much he smoked, he didn't think it tasted good.

The smell of the smoke was bitter and astringent, and the smoke from the burning of the tobacco was very choking, making him feel uncomfortable everywhere on his body.

"When I quit my job, I'm going to go to sea. I've heard that if you want to mingle with the sailors, you have to smoke and drink a little, or else you won't have a good time on the ship. ”

"Have you already found a boat?"

"That's right. HMS Beagle of the Royal Navy, who was preparing for a round-the-world expedition, lacked a naturalist. ”

The middle-aged gentleman's eyes showed a look of regret: "I am really disappointed to lose such an excellent police officer as you, this is a loss for Scotland Yard, and it is also a loss for the citizens of London." But I respect your choice. ”

"Thank you for your respect. Well, goodbye, sir. Thank you for the matches. ”

With that, Arthur lifted his leg and left the place.

But he hadn't been long gone when he saw Tom and Tony running out.

They chased and shouted in the direction Arthur had gone.

"Arthur, don't be impulsive! We can't afford to lose you! Woo woo, I'm such a piece of shit, and you shouldn't have to bear these things. ”

"My son must go to the University of London in the future! Even if Oxford and Cambridge don't want tuition, he's going to have to fucking get me out of the way to the University of London! ”

When the middle-aged gentleman saw this scene, he only felt a little ridiculous.

Just as he was admiring the long-distance race between Tom and Tony, he was suddenly disturbed by a voice.

"Sir, did you just see a man in a white shirt with a police uniform over his shoulders walking out of here?"

The middle-aged gentleman turned his head to see that it was the young court clerk who was questioning.

"You mean Officer Arthur? Do you have something to do with him? ”

"Yes, do you know Officer Arthur?"

The court clerk was pleasantly surprised: "That's great! Yes, although I am a court clerk, at the same time, I also work part-time as an interviewer for a newspaper.

Officer Arthur's speech today was so inspiring that I wanted to publish it in our newspaper. I wonder if you can help me relay this request? ”

When the middle-aged gentleman heard this, he touched his chin and thought for a while, and suddenly replied with a smile.

"I'll relay it for you, I don't think he'll refuse the request. May I take the liberty of asking, which newspaper did you write for? ”

The court clerk replied embarrassedly, "That...... It's not a big newspaper, it's just a newspaper with a small circulation, called The Observer. What does this do, you ask? ”

The middle-aged gentleman smiled: "It's nothing, I just happen to know a few editors of The Times, who have been worrying about the lack of manuscripts lately."

If you don't mind, can you allow them to reprint your manuscript when it's ready?

I'm sure they'll be willing to pay for it.

Do them a favor, even if it's me. What do you think? ”