Horse-drawn carriages waddled through the streets of London.

Inside the carriage, Arthur was reading a freshly baked newspaper with a stack of old ones beside him.

For more than a month, he devoted almost all his energy to learning chemistry, improving his detective skills, and searching for the traces of Fred, the 'thief general'.

As soon as he was idle for a while, he received a commission from the Duke of Sussex to investigate the disappearance of St. Giles.

Yesterday, he had just learned about the shady business of 'buying and selling corpses' from the mouth of the innkeeper Wells, and he sent a part of the shrewd and capable police force from the police force of the Greenwich Police District overnight to hunt down the 'corpse snatchers' gang hidden behind the murders.

After working all night, according to Wells's confession, they secretly arrested two suspects involved in the 'murder and sale of corpses' in several houses in Greenwich.

In fact, Wells knows far more than two such murderers, but yesterday there was such a big commotion at the Wells Hotel, and some vigilant murderers had already left London ahead of schedule.

Regarding the relevant situation of the 'murder and sale of corpses', Arthur had already sent someone to report to Scotland Yard early this morning.

Scotland Yard reacted quite quickly, and almost at the same time as they learned the news, they immediately sent messengers to the headquarters of the Garrison of England and Wales, the Garrison of Scotland, and the Garrison of Ireland to report the case.

Of course, in order to prevent alarming the still unaware corpse sellers, and in order not to cause unnecessary panic among the citizens of London, Scotland Yard also asked Arthur and the relevant police officers to remain silent until the truth is revealed.

Arthur didn't object to this, because he had intended to do it as well.

Such a large-scale case will certainly not be thoroughly investigated by the strength of Greenwich Police District alone.

It was satisfying enough for Arthur to get off to a good start and get the case to be taken seriously by the Metropolitan Police.

Anyway, no matter how this case is investigated, the investigation report can't get around him in the end.

And according to the rules, this kind of big case is not their turn to be responsible for subordinate substations, the Greater London Metropolitan Police has a special criminal and operations department, and in charge of this department is an assistant police commissioner in Scotland Yard, Arthur, the police inspector, doesn't want to fight with him.

After all, this world is still a stinking world, although he Arthur is the person behind the rocket promotion, but who knows who is behind the assistant superintendent?

Elder the little cartographer of the Beagle had an uncle who held the rank of rear admiral of the Royal Navy, and it seemed not too much for the assistant superintendent of Scotland Yard to have a father who had been a lieutenant general.

Most importantly, Arthur knew in his heart that Sir Peel's support for him was quite limited.

He knew very well what he had in Sir Peel's heart, that is, to come out and block two shots for him when something happened.

With his current small physique, it is better not to get involved in any power struggles at the upper echelons for the time being.

If Scotland Yard was willing to let him lead the investigation, Arthur could of course read two lines of Shakespeare's poem, then perform a slurp before accepting it in fear.

And if Scotland Yard doesn't want to, Arthur has no interest in toiling.

Anyway, he has also found the signs of the big case that Sir Peel requested, and the salary increase of the first-line patrol officers at Scotland Yard, he can't go back on his word, right?

If he really backtracks, even if Arthur can swallow this breath, the others certainly can't.

When the time comes, if someone with a loose mouth accidentally leaks the news to Charles Dickens, a journalist who is investigating Tory material for the Whigs, won't everyone's faces be good-looking?

After handing over the main investigation of the case to the headquarters, Arthur suddenly felt that the burden on his body was much lighter, and he could concentrate on thinking about how to treat the little girl named Robin.

Even the simple newspaper in his hand made him read it.

He read the headlines of the past month, and only felt that the Tory Cabinet, headed by the Duke of Wellington and Sir Peel, should not be comfortable during this time.

As you can see from the headlines, the Whig and Tory extremists are simply firing on fire.

The Catholic Emancipation Act passed the vote solely due to political corruption

"Peel the crook is under cross-examination at Oxford University, and it is rumored that they are considering removing Peel from the alumni list"

"Wellington and Peel both have long tenures in Ireland"

"The Prime Minister and Home Secretary have long been on political donations from Irish Catholics, says insiders say"

"Corrupt Electoral System, Massive Election Bribery by the Tories, Manipulation of the Running of the Country"

"£3,000 can buy a seat in the House of Commons, and it is not the ruling party that sits in the Houses of Parliament but a group of rice worms"

Among the newspapers and magazines, the Poor Man's Political Monthly, founded by the famous radical Mr. William Corbett, was the most eye-catching for Arthur.

Agares, who had nothing to do, just leaned over to take a look, and was instantly amused by the contents, and the Red Devil laughed so hard that sparks erupted from his mouth.

Parliamentary reform cannot be delayed any longer, and less than two percent of the country's population has the right to vote!

Of the 202 electoral districts established by Edward I in the 13th century, 88 of them have now had a population of less than 200 and must be redivided.

Birmingham and Manchester, with populations of more than 300,000, have only two council seats, and the town of Garton has only five residents.

Debunk the rumors! As a result of the Cabinet's request to verify the veracity of the relevant reports, this newspaper, after careful investigation, has determined that the above contents are indeed false information disseminated by the Whigs.

On behalf of the Tories, this newspaper hereby clarifies that the town of Gatton is indeed five residents, but only the one who is eligible to vote, so it is actually two people who are elected, not two people who are five people!

Refute the rumors again! The situation in the town of Gatton is an isolated case, and after a detailed investigation, this newspaper has found that most of the so-called decay constituencies are far better off than in the town of Gatton.

There are 55 inhabitants in the town of Xilu, and 12 are eligible to vote, with a ratio of one out of six.

The old Salem constituency now has only one piece of farmland, and there are no residents there, but seven people have the right to vote.

Therefore, this newspaper has reasonable suspicion that the appearance of these people must be due to the manifestation of God and the resurrection of magic from the Middle Ages.

Shocking! Every election period, the Royal Navy conducts a massive military parade at sea!

Debunk the rumors! It was ascertained by this magazine that the ships that appeared during the election were not the Royal Navy's military exercises. Rather, it is the fact that voters whose constituencies are flooded by the sea are doing routine voting.

According to sources, insisting on not reforming these submerged constituencies could provide the Royal Navy with a large pool of skilled sailors.

Want to fight a naval battle with Great Britain? Do you know where you lost? Napoleon? France!

Arthur flipped through the Poor Man's Political Monthly and sneaked it into his arms.

Seeing his actions, Agareth asked with a hippie smile, "Arthur, what are you doing here?" Afraid that people will see you, the police inspector of Scotland Yard, reading bad publications? ”

Hearing this, Arthur shook his head and lowered his voice, "You don't understand, Agareth. I have to keep this issue well, and it will definitely appreciate in a used bookstore. ”

The Red Devil grinned, "It seems that the Cabinet is not having a good time, the Whigs are clinging to parliamentary reform, and the extremists in the original Tory Party have also turned against them because of the Catholic Liberation Act."

If you can pull that Robert Peale at this time, he'll have to be grateful to you. ”

Arthur stared at the Red Devil for a moment, then squinted and said, "The matter of parliamentary reform is not something that can be suppressed by a few cases, Agareth, you are planning to push me into the fire pit." ”

"No, no, no, maybe it can be pressed down, but not now."

Agareth pursed his lips, as if to ponder the taste of his soul: "But it is not yet time, your old king is dying, and his death can ease some of the tension."

And after his death, Arthur, your chance will arise. Trust me, that's a great opportunity. But before that, you have to be patient. Remember, no matter what happens, you must be patient. ”

When Arthur heard this, his brows slowly furrowed: "Agareth, you always say such things that people don't understand. ”

"Really?" The Red Devil rubbed his hands, and he laughed twice: "Arthur, you are still too young, and your will is not as tenacious as King Solomon was back then, and I don't tell you some things because you shouldn't know." All this is for your own good. ”

Arthur pouted, "If you don't tell me, how do I know if I should know?" Agareth, it's okay for you to fool others with these nonsense, so don't use them against me. ”

As soon as Arthur finished speaking, the carriage came to a slow halt.

The coachman pulled the window, turned back to Arthur and said, "Mr. Officer, Gray Sam's Academy has arrived." You're at the Royal Society, right? ”