Bayswater District, Lancaster Gate, Arthur's mansion.

Dumas and Elder huddled sideways behind Arthur, staring intently at the letter on the table, which had just been taken out of the Russian embassy, and kept urging Arthur, who was holding an English-German dictionary, to translate it quickly.

"Arthur, can you do it? No, replace me, why don't you know how to rush this kind of thing! This is your job, so it's hard to have a snack on your job, okay? ”

Alexandre Dumas chimed in: "I know a little bit of German, so why don't you translate it for me?" Maybe it's going to be faster. ”

Arthur glanced at the two anxious animals, and said calmly as he worked, "Don't you two have your own work to do?" When I'm busy with the papers at Scotland Yard, I don't see you care so much about me. ”

Elder replied, "Can that be the same?" Didn't you say that the documents you deal with are highly classified? We don't come here so that it doesn't make it difficult for you. You guy, why don't you understand the kindness of your brothers? ”

Alexandre Dumas also nodded, "Yes, I have never cared about the intrigues of you Ingrams, but this time it involves Russia and Austria, and I think it is necessary for me to take time out of my busy schedule to learn a thing or two." ”

Sitting on the sidelines, Agareth rested his legs on the table, and the Red Devil whistled, "Look, vulgar humans are concerned about nothing more than this." They may not know who the new prime minister is, but whenever he has the chance, he has to ask the neighbors if they are having an extramarital affair. ”

As Agareth said, the reason why Alexandre Dumas and Elder are inseparable from Arthur today is all because of this letter from the embassy.

At first, Arthur thought it must be an important piece of information.

But then he found out that Pinkerton, a clever little ghost, was really accurate, and he could pull out an important document at the Russian embassy, but he preferred to steal the love letter written by the Austrian Prime Minister Metternich to Mrs. Levin.

It stands to reason that such personal belongings must have been kept in good care by Mrs. Levine. But perhaps it was because her old lover had come to meet her today that Mrs. Levine took out the letter and relived with him the good memories of the past.

But reliving the memories of the wild mandarin ducks can make Arthur miserable, he has been around the embassy for so long, and finally only got this gadget that is useless except to prove that Metternich and Madame Levine are indeed cheating.

But fortunately, he also arranged a follow-up, and when it was time for the Sunday concert, he could send someone to the embassy again, and the next time, Arthur said that there was still some extra value in the Bureau of Ethics under his management in addition to investigating extramarital affairs.

Arthur finally finished translating the love letter in front of him with great effort, but before he could go through it from beginning to end, the translated manuscript was snatched by Elder himself.

Mr. Elder Carter, who was full of literary cells, recited with emotion.

"On October 22, we had our first meeting at N-kun's home. I saw that you had a keen sense of insight that no other woman could match. For a long time, everyone has praised the ladies for their judgments, but in my eyes they are nothing compared to you. ”

Alexandre Dumas snatched the letter away, and with his broad ribcage, he uttered a deep voice that was characteristic of a tenor.

"On the 26th, for the first time, we had a common opinion on an insignificant matter. Do you remember the first time I asked you if you would like to be my travel companion? You took away my seat in the car, how can you be so polite to a person? I'm not very happy about that. But we talked to each other happily afterwards, and I liked you very much because of your kindness and simplicity. ”

Elder continued: "On the twenty-seventh, I was already very happy to see you. Then I propose to you that I take your carriage instead, that I may be with you. I've come to believe what those people say, and they've complimented you on how cute you are. My pride doesn't allow me to identify with other men, but my honesty compels me to be honest that they were right. ”

Alexandre Dumas sang: "On the twenty-eighth I visited you for the first time with solemn ceremonies. When I get home, I feel like you and I know each other like before. I don't complain about the casual appearance of the two men in your family, maybe it's because I love the house and the black, I think that's pretty good. ”

Elder took Alexandre Dumas's hand and looked him affectionately: "On the twenty-ninth day, I did not see you. ”

Alexandre Dumas looked out of the window sadly: "Thirty days, I think how boring and cold the previous day was. My dear Dorothea, from this day on, I finally know that the blazing heart beating in my chest belongs to you......"

As soon as the words fell, Arthur calmly picked up the teacup and asked: "Elder, as the first literary critic of Britain, please briefly summarize the thoughts and feelings of this letter, and I will use it when I report to the Duke of Wellington." ”

When Elder heard this, he pinched the letter, pressed one hand to his eyebrows, lowered his head and sighed, word by word: "I, I really want to be Madame Levine's dog!" ”

Arthur said calmly: "Elder, Christmas is not here yet, please wait until next month to make a wish." ”

"Arthur! I don't care about you! Elder blushed and scolded angrily: "You asked me to summarize it!" I'm not making a wish! ”

Dumas nodded when he heard this, "That's right, anyway, if you make such a wish, it won't come true." ”

"Alexander!" When Elder heard this, he threw himself at Alexandre Dumas in a fit of rage.

Alexandre Dumas was clearly prepared for his attack, and the French fat man fought and retreated, slamming open the door and running away, while Elder chased him all the way, taking full advantage of the tradition of the Royal Navy that French ships must be chased and beaten fiercely.

When the Red Devil saw this, he couldn't help but slap the table and flick his tongue and laugh wildly: "Arthur, you just heard it, this is the big man Metternich who has dominated the fate of Austria and has been in Europe for decades. He, a man who is willing to kneel down and be a dog who is fascinated by a woman's skirt, can become a big man in Europe, so what's impossible about you, a rare bastard villain in the world? ”

Arthur took a sip from his teacup.

"Agareth, you don't have to make such a fuss about me. It doesn't matter if I can be Metternich or not, and I don't underestimate him because of this love letter. After all, it's normal for people to have seven emotions and six desires.

What Lord Byron said, love to be loved, is a human being. To love for love's sake is God. Well...... Perhaps it is not appropriate to take Lord Byron out here, after all, his own private life is also a mess, but this is what it means. ”

The Red Devil leaned back in his chair, his fingertips flickered, and a gust of wind blew through him, and he sent the love letter to his fingertips: "But laughing and laughing, how are you going to explain to Wellington later?" Say you've gone to great lengths to finally break the good things that Madame Leven and Metternich have done? ”

Arthur clasped his hands and said, "I may not need to inform the Duke of Wellington about this kind of thing." Isn't it always rumored that he and Mrs. Levine are not clean? Well...... With that said, it occurred to me that perhaps stealing Metternich's love letter today would not be a bad thing, and if I had a love letter from the Duke of Wellington, I would not know what to do with him. ”

The Red Devil laughed and said, "What's so bad about it? Didn't you act quite naturally when you faced the Viscount Melbourne and Lady Norton at the Allmark Club that day? ”

Arthur raised his eyebrows and said, "How can it be the same?" Lady Norton and the Viscount of Melbourne appear to be physically innocent, at least for now. ”

The Red Devil rubbed his hands and laughed evilly, "Oh! My dear Arthur, so to speak, you don't care about spiritually? ”

As soon as Arthur heard this, he knew that the other party must not be holding any good water, and he replied: "Of course not, but Agareth, you know, I am a police officer in Scotland Yard, and the police have to talk about evidence in handling cases, and our Scotland Yard is not the third hall of the Imperial Office of Tsarist Russia, just if you have the idea of rebellion, you can be exiled to Siberia." ”

Agareth smirked, "But...... My dear Arthur, whether or not you are cheating is not something that you, an outsider, can determine at all. If you don't get involved, you don't have a voice. ”

Arthur was about to drink tea, but when he heard this, he suddenly picked up the teacup and paused.

His brows furrowed slightly, his eyes staring straight at the Red Devil, and he asked, "What do you mean by that?" ”

"It's not interesting." Agareth grinned, "I'm just chatting with you, stating a fact in passing." ”

Arthur looked at him and thought for a long time, but he didn't understand what the Red Devil was referring to.

As far as he knows, there is far more than one couple who engage in extramarital affairs, and even one person can involve several couples.

Instead of dwelling on these things that can't be beaten, it is better to find a way to solve the most urgent London meeting at the moment.

Although Lord Bruham now has his backing, the decision on whether or not to abolish the temporary body of the Bureau of Ethics is still in the hands of the Viscount of Melbourne, and even if it is not abolished, he needs the Ministry of Home Affairs to fund the activities of the Bureau.

Now he is no longer in charge of a specific police district, and the Criminal Investigation Department, which is currently under his jurisdiction, is a small department with only four people, and the office expenses at his disposal are naturally stretched.

Even for the sake of the future development of the Lun Bureau, Arthur has to let the Viscount of Melbourne and even the entire cabinet see the value of the existence of the London Bureau, and only in this way can it be convenient to ask for money.

Arthur held the Metternich love letter in his hand and read it over and over again, until his eyes were fixed on the place where he had signed off, and then suddenly he tasted a hint of nothingness.

—November 28, 1818, Brussels.

The capital of Belgium, Brussels?

Arthur pinched his chin and thought about it slightly, turned around and still couldn't avoid the Belgian problem.

Madame Levine must have received many love letters from Metternich, but it was obviously not unintentional to take out this one to recall it today.

Did she want to take the opportunity of reminiscing about the love letter to Metternich about Austria's attitude towards Belgian independence?

Arthur's gaze suddenly stopped on one of the love letters.

Our correspondence should be massive, and all that you did not know in a month may be seen in my letters. You will always know me better than anyone else knows me at any time. I hold you tightly, you are who I am. None of the glamour or happiness in the world is enough to be your substitute. Dorothea, my happiness is you, you are my happiness.

Seeing this, Arthur couldn't help muttering, "If this is not the sweet talk of the old rascal, then maybe Mrs. Levine can really pry something out of his mouth." ”

After speaking, he couldn't help but rub his temples again: "Your Excellency, as long as you have Metternich's three-point skill in writing love letters, you can't ask me to find out the news for you." ”

(End of chapter)