In a single-family villa outside London, Sir Peel sat comfortably on the sofa by the fireplace, enjoying a pleasant break.

He holds a delicate black tea cup in one hand and a freshly baked Times newspaper in the other.

"It's the best of times and it's the worst of times. Damn it! This is really well written, and that kid will definitely become a great writer in the future! ”

As soon as he had finished saying this, he looked up and saw Mrs. Peel coming in with a neatly stacked mountain of newspapers.

Sir Peel couldn't help but quip, "Oh, ma'am, what are you doing with so many newspapers?" Are you planning to sell newspapers part-time? ”

Mrs. Peel gave him an angry look: "Robert! You told me there might be news of Officer Arthur today, but you didn't tell me there would be so many.

I told the newspaper vendor that I wanted a newspaper with Officer Arthur, and he wanted to give me a copy of every newspaper he sold!

I'm also a big fan of Officer Arthur, but how much does it cost you to give him so much at once! ”

Sir Peel smiled and shook his head, "No, no, no, ma'am. I spent only the money of the Times, and the money for the other newspapers was all kindly sponsored by our young and promising Member of the House of Commons, Mr. George Morris.

Mr. Morris was a man with a strong sense of social responsibility, so when I showed him the report about Officer Arthur, he immediately came forward and offered to give generously. ”

When Mrs. Peel heard this, she wondered, "I know that Mr. Morris has just inherited his father's shares in the bank, but even if he has money, he can't afford to spend it like this, right?"

And even if he is willing to spend money, his ability to act is too high. I have just counted, from the big newspapers to the tabloids, Mr. Morris has found more than thirty in all. How did he get in touch with so many newspapers? ”

When Sir Peel heard this, he could not hold back any longer, and he looked up and laughed with joy.

"My dear, Mr. Morris will have to find him even if he breaks his leg! Because I told him that if the attention of the people had not been on the glorious image of Officer Arthur, then all the news about him bribing the election with an umbrella would have been revealed. George Morris is a member of the Tory Party like me, and I, as a senior, have to point him out how to deal with crisis PR, don't I? ”

Mrs. Peel laughed so hard that she tossed the newspaper aside, and then pressed against him on the thigh and slapped him lightly.

"Robert, you're so bad! Morris must have lost a fortune this time. ”

"Oh, no, no, no." Sir Peel shook his finger: "My dear, in politics we usually call this win-win cooperation.

Morris has preserved his future, and I am thankful.

And I, not only did I retain the most outstanding police officer of Scotland Yard at the lowest cost, but also showed the public the bright image of Scotland Yard through this incident.

You know, Scotland Yard was built by me from top to bottom, and a good Scotland Yard is good for me, so that's also my political achievement.

Even the young court clerk who wrote the news was given the opportunity to present his article on a bigger stage.

In this trade, there are no losers, they are all winners. ”

"And what about Mr. Morris's purse? Robert, you're a liar. ”

Sir Peel raised an eyebrow and took the lady into his arms: "Honey, this is your fault. You've been married to me for so many years, why still don't you know your husband's profession?

I'm a veteran MP, don't try to pry anything bad out of my mouth. I never speak of unpleasantness to civilized people. ”

"Don't you say it when the House of Commons is in session?"

"Oh, my dear, it's not a civilized person who can sit in the House of Commons, it's just a bunch of baboons, don't you think animal trainers are kind to animals? My scolding in the zoo is completely justified and well documented. ”

Mrs. Peel buried her face in Sir Peel's arm, and she laughed breathlessly.

"Robert, it's rude for you to say that. How can you say that the parliamentarians are all baboons? ”

Sir Peel didn't care, and he opened the newspaper and read the next article about the Ottoman Empire's recognition of Greek independence.

"Because they also think I'm a baboon, and they attack me because everyone is different. Beloved, you must know that respect has always been mutual, just like you and me. ”

……

In front of the gates of the Royal Naval School Greenwich.

Arthur looked at the school building in front of him with a pale blue roof and milky white façade.

Elder said to him: "This is the place where you will study in the future, not only the school but also the artwork, and the interior is designed by Sir James Thornhill, in pure Baroque style.

By the way, there's a special painting hall here, which people like you who know art will definitely enjoy.

It is the largest in Europe and the world, and it took more than ten years from design to completion, and was finally completed by Sir Christopher Wren in 1696.

And the overall architectural design of the school was designed by the famous designer André Le Nôtre, do you know him? He was the chief gardener of Louis XIV, and the palace of Versailles was designed by him, an absolute master.

In addition, the school has a collection of fragmentary paintings, most of which deal with the glorious history of the Royal Navy, from the Battle of Gravolinne, which defeated the Spanish Armada, to the 1596 Cadiz Expedition, which completely destroyed them, or the Battle of Chisabique in 1814, which taught the rebels of the North American colonies a hard lesson and burned their Capitol and the White House.

Of course, the Battle of Trafalgar, the pride of the Royal Navy, was the Battle of Trafalgar in 1805, in which we completely annihilated the combined French and Spanish fleets, but unfortunately the soul of the Royal Navy, Admiral Horatio Nelson, died heroically in this battle.

However, although General Nelson is gone, the order he conveyed in the flag before the war still remains in the hearts of every officer and soldier serving in the Royal Navy.

As General Nelson had said, England expected everyone to do their part. ”

Elder was running dry when he spoke, but when he turned his head, Arthur beside him apparently hadn't listened to a word.

This good friend of his eyes was empty, and he must have been in a daze.

Elder rubbed his forehead and complained, "Hell! Arthur, you haven't woken up since you drank yesterday? I knew it was mixed with water, a little cheap beer, and you're fainting until now? Alcohol doesn't have that much stamina, right? ”

Arthur had just come back to his senses, and he rubbed his face: "The stamina of the wine is not so great, but the stamina of the article is too great." ”

"Article? What article? ”

Elder had long forgotten about yesterday's events, and it wasn't until Arthur reminded him that he remembered the court clerk named Charles Dickens.

Arthur asked, "You are a professional in literature, what do you think of his writing?" ”

Elder pinched his chin and thought for a while, he picked up the knowledge of literary criticism that he had lost for a long time, and commented: "The writing is okay, but if you want to become a great writer, he is almost hot now." ”

"Where's the difference?"

Elder recalled Dickens's behavior and shook his hand disdainfully.

"The opening is Mr. and Mr. Go, and he is too polite. In my opinion, unless he makes a change, such a person will not become a writer. ”

Arthur thought that Elder would give some reason, but he didn't expect it to be this reason.

He was about to ask questions, but out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a man in a navy uniform walking towards them.

Elder also found the other party, this kid who didn't stand and sat down actually shivered, and then hurriedly stood up and saluted.

"Good morning, Colonel Fitzroy!"

The middle-aged man didn't take Arthur as an outsider, he said directly to Elder, "I was looking for you." ”

"What do you have to do with me?"

Colonel Fitzroy stroked his crumpled white gloves and said, "I don't want the man you recommended to me two days ago." ”

"Huh? Why? Elder instantly became anxious when he heard this: "Colonel, how can you say don't want it?" I've talked to him! ”

Fitzroy was also helpless: "Elder, it's not that I don't want it, that's what it means above." Is there something wrong with the person you're looking for, or is it something bigwiged in a relationship?

The content of this command is strange, and the level involved is very high.

I don't even know if he had a cerebral convulsion, but he gave a separate order to the fleet commander for the sake of a little naturalist, and then turned to me.

I see that the person you recommended is surnamed Hastings, does he have anything to do with the Marquis of Hastings? Could it be his grandson? ”