"Sir, the investigation into the origin of the guns has been decided."

Sergeant Field placed a document on the table in front of Arthur.

"Oh? So fast? Arthur picked up the document and leaned back in his chair to read: "This investigation is not very efficient!" Even in London, on our own ground, it is not a matter of three or two days to find out the origin of the six guns. ”

"The breakthrough on the gun issue was made so quickly mainly because we found the tickets for the three gunmen to purchase guns in the hotel where they were staying," Field reported. According to the notes, there is no doubt that two of the revolvers were from Mr. Samuel Colt. As for the two flintlock pistols of the East India Company and Beretta Company, they were purchased from the Morkson Gun Shop in London.

Our detectives sent to London visited the two guns separately, and their account books confirmed that the bills were full of truthful information. The perpetrators were all exiles living in a Polish refugee area north-east London, all of whom held Polish citizenship.

After learning their identities, our agents went to the refugee area to look for clues and successfully found their residence. According to the confessions of the neighbors of the perpetrators, the three people moved into the area in different batches from August to October this year.

Whereas, it is highly likely that your assassination was caused by the special status of the Commissioner. Therefore, I personally believe that it is impossible for the gang of gunmen to start the layout in August, and I suggest that you can consider preliminarily ruling out the possibility of forged identity assassination.

In addition, I have written all of the descriptions of the residents in the vicinity in the appendix to the document, and due to the tight time constraints and the complexity of the case, I have not distilled the information, and you may need to take some time to read the file. ”

"Well done, Field. What Scotland Yard needs is a responsible and clear-headed police officer like you. ”

Arthur complimented slightly, then quickly turned his gaze to the paper.

Soon, the information of the three of them was quickly presented in front of his eyes.

[File No. 1831-12-A1]

Name: Cheslav Kovalchik

Age: 30-35 years old

Faith: Catholic

Marital Status: Married

【Summary of Information】

According to the confession of the local parish priest:

The Kovalczyk family moved into the area in August 1831 and consisted of four members, including two boys of about 8 years of age, in addition to the prisoners, and the spouse of the prisoners, a young Polish exile in her 20s named Agnieszka.

According to the pastor's observations, the Kovalczyk family should have come from a middle-class Polish family, and both children were very well-behaved. And Mrs. Kovalchik was not well versed in housework, and it was evident from her delicate fingers and the occasional quotation that she must have been a rich lady of unsophisticated knowledge before she was married.

It is worth noting that, unlike the usual Polish refugees, the house they rented was not luxurious, but it was also a good apartment in local conditions. This means that they should have brought with them some savings when they came to Britain.

According to a nearby neighbor's confession:

Mr. Kovalczyk was a gloomy and depressed man, who did not usually communicate much with the rest of the parish. Due to his lack of fluency in English, he used to be unable to find a job for a long time. Later, after being introduced by a friendly neighbor, I found a short-term job as a porter at the dock, and when I became more proficient in English, I also worked as an errand for a local grocery store.

However, neither job lasted long, and Mr. Kovalczyk was soon fired by his employer because he was not good at getting along with people. After that, Mr. Kovalczyk shut himself up in his house for a long time, and quarrels often broke out in the middle of the night in the door.

According to local residents who do not understand Polish but are keen to reason, most of the quarrels between husband and wife are over income. And the facts confirm this. It was not long before it became known that Mrs. Kovalczyk had begun to work as a washerwoman for her livelihood, and that her clothes had been changed from fine velvet skirts to plain and durable Welsh flannel aprons.

By about November, the parishioners noticed that Madame Kovalczyk's attire had returned to her former ladylike style, and that the make-up on her face had become more and more refined. This was followed by more violent quarrels in Kovalczyk's house and the cries of the children throughout the night.

Although the gossipy parishioners had no evidence, they all patted their chests at our agents and said that Mrs. Kovalchik, the woman named Agnieszka, had been able to become rich so quickly because of some unethical work.

And after another violent quarrel, the parishioners, who had been listening to the Polish couple's quarrel every night, had helped them sleep through the dirty window panes to see Mr. Kovalczyk slamming the door on a rainy night. Since then, I haven't seen him for several days.

And when he reappeared on the streets of the parish, his temperament became even more terrifying than before. He knocked on the door of his house, handed a small bag to the two children who were staying at home, kissed them on the forehead, and then left without looking back. And after that, no one saw him again.

Seeing this, Arthur couldn't help but shake his head: "It's this kind of story again." Maybe I've seen too much, and I'm a little numb to watch. ”

Field lit his pipe and sat down next to Arthur: "Sir, to be honest, I am too. I have to admit that you used to say: 'After working in Scotland Yard for a long time, your heart will harden'. You're right. ”

Arthur closed the first file and said, "Aside from the misfortunes of the Kovarczyks, let's talk about the case." If, as the parishioners say, Mrs. Kovalchik has maintained a high standard of living through some special means, then perhaps we will have to use some special means as well. ”

"What are you talking about...... Miss Ivan? ”

"That's right." Arthur picked up a fire from Field: "Send someone to London and tell our underground queen that it's time to move her lazy ass to work." Lao Tzu opened people's eyes, this matter can't just be left at that. ”

Field took out his little notebook and recorded: "We need Miss Ivan to check if there is a Polish lady named Agnieszka among the new warblers who will enter the industry after the end of October." Besides, it would be better to find out her whereabouts now? ”

Arthur asked, "Find out?" Does this mean, is this lady lost? ”

Field nodded, "That's right, not long after Kovalczyk's disappearance, this lady also disappeared. ”

Arthur frowned and said, "What about the remaining two children?" ”

Field put the pen back in his pocket: "Standard ending, in the workhouse." ”

Arthur's fingertips tapped on the table: "Have you sent someone to confirm it?" Or is this just what the detectives inquired about from the parish priest? ”

"This ......," Field also realized that something was wrong, "I'll send someone to London to confirm later." ”

Arthur nodded slightly, and then flipped through the next file.

[File No. 1831-12-A2]

Name: Nikolai Dabosky

Age: 20-30 years old

Faith: Catholic

Marital Status: Unmarried

【Summary of Information】

According to the parish priest's confession:

Mr. Dabonsky, who moved into the area at the end of September, shared a one-bedroom apartment with another gunman with poor daylighting.

He claimed to be a highly educated student in Warsaw, a first-hand participant in the Warsaw Uprising last year, and as an ordinary rebel soldier in the blockade of the Russian forces near the Vistula River.

Of all the experiences, Dabosky's favorite boast was that he had personally stabbed two Russian infantrymen. But given his history of alcoholism and his habit of speaking big, the parish priest was highly skeptical of the veracity of his stories.

Not only that, but the parish priest also saw him as a local troublemaker. Although it had only been a few months since he moved into the local parish, Dabosky had already spent a brief time in prison for a drunken brawl.

According to the confessions of local residents:

The impression of Dabosky among the local population is deeply polarized.

Some believe that the Pole, who has only a simple English vocabulary, is a good resident who is eager to help others and does not care about money, and they claim that Daboski, despite his own money, often treats everyone for a drink in the tavern and gives his food to others who need it more.

The other section is a strong indictment of Dabosky's drunken incivility, including but not limited to severe exhibitionism, drunken violence, and blushing obscenities. The ladies reacted particularly strongly in this regard, accusing Daboski of not being able to speak out loud in public in ninety percent of his few English vocabulary libraries.

If the contradictory views of the local population are excluded, it is clear that Dabosky is much better than another prisoner. Not long after he arrived, he was introduced to work on the docks by his new friends, and he worked very hard, and endured hardships to the same extent as the lowliest Irish immigrants.

His sturdy frame appealed to the dock workers, but his fiery temper and open-mouthed habits drew him into the dagger gang that roamed the West Indian docks. After a day-to-day job, Daborski was approached by the Short Dagger Gang, who stabbed an elite member of the Short Dagger Gang in the right eye with an iron nail in front of dozens of people, and then disappeared from public view.

After the incident, a group of the Short Daggers went to Scotland Yard to report the crime, and the Criminal Investigation Department immediately issued a wanted warrant for Daborski......

Seeing this, Arthur slowly spit out the smoke ring with a pipe in his right hand: "These hooligans are quite knowledgeable!" I also know how to report the crime. ”

Field replied with a pipe in his mouth, "That's the waste of the Short Dagger Gang, if Fred was still around, a stubble like them would have been blasted out of the East End." Now it's because Fred is gone, and Inspector Jones and the previous Inspector Crane have been pressing all the forces of Taul Hamletz to not go too far, and the daggers can barely move the little scraps to survive on the edge of the West India docks. However, they couldn't eat this porridge well, so that a helpless outsider was blinded, why didn't they jump into the Thames and commit suicide? ”

Arthur shook his head, his gaze continuing to wander.

It had been two weeks since Dabosky had reappeared on the streets of London after his disappearance.

According to Mr. Smith, a local resident who had a good relationship with Dabosky, when he returned home from work, he found Dabosky coming out of a legal brothel. At this time, Dabosky had changed into a bold outfit, holding his hands left and right, and his face was still full of smug smiles.

And when Dabosky found out about his old friend Smith, he casually gave him a gold coin. Due to his poor vocabulary, he was unable to express exactly what he wanted to say. So, Daborski used body language, pinching a prostitute's butt and winking at an old friend.

Frightened, Mr. Smith hastened to excuse himself, telling Dabosky that he was a decent gentleman with a family and that he should not do anything to be sorry for his family, and solemnly admonished Dabosky to remember God's teachings and quit those undecent habits. With that, Mr. Smith invited him to a drink with the gold coins that Dabosky had given him, and the two talked late into the night.

When Arthur saw this, he couldn't help but squint his eyes: "In the front, he said that Dabosky's English was very bad, and then he talked about it late at night. Mr. Smith's confession is worth remembering! ”

Field took a drag on his cigarette: "It's human nature, too." Mr. Smith can't say that he played around with the gold coins given by Daborsky, can he? We also enquired about Mrs. Smith, who told us that her husband did come home in the middle of the night with a windfall, but not a ki ni, but ten shillings. As long as he doesn't hide it in key parts, as for destroying the harmony of other people's families, we don't need to do this. ”

Arthur smiled, leaned back in his chair and said, "Charles, after working in Scotland Yard for so long, your heart has not only not hardened, but has become soft. Is it just that the soft part is not quite right? ”

Field saluted and quipped, "You've been well guided, sir." I have also just heard from Mr. Dumas about your Scotland field conversion method, and I have only improved it slightly, and I think it makes sense that one quini is equal to ten shillings. ”

Arthur closed the second file and spoke, "I'll put your share in the bedside table, and the truth is buried in the second drawer." I also have to say that this is only the first layer of truth, since my cosmetic surgery was so successful, I guess someone will reveal the second layer of information to us soon. ”

When Field heard this, his smile couldn't stop spilling out: "Sir, everyone said that the harvest of working with you for a year is worth ten years of fighting alone, and I really have to learn more from you." ”

"It's not that easy to make." Arthur pointed to the needlework in the corner of his eye and said, "Although I don't mind sacrificing for everyone, you can't always bleed me, right?" ”

"Of course, sir!" I'm going to hang those bastards on the gallows, and I'm going to have to pull a few minions for you. ”

Arthur nodded slightly, he was about to review the third document, but the third document was filled in with nothing but a name.

"What's going on?"

"The third prisoner," he hastenedly explained, "was a little more complicated, for he had not been in London for long, and had always lived in seclusion, and had no regular dealings with the inhabitants of the neighborhood, and was usually mixed with other Polish exiles. So we learned very little about him from the diocese, and the people of the neighborhood generally had little impression of him, except that he was a strange person. ”

Arthur asked, "Didn't the agent go to the Poles for news of him?" ”

Field said, "Yes, but you should know about the Provisional Control of Polish Refugees Act proposed by the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, right?" ”

"What? The Foreign Office does not allow Scotland Yard and the Poles to come into contact? They don't have that power either, do they? ”

Field pursed his lips and said, "Of course the Foreign Office doesn't have this power, but isn't there cholera in London now?" The Polish gathering area was divided into a control area by the Central Health Commission because of an outbreak of the epidemic a while ago, and now the entry and exit of the area are strictly controlled by the military police. If we didn't have the Polish Provisional Refugee Control Act, we would have just had to go to the Chancellor's Office for a document and it would take us about two or three days to get in. But now we have to go through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs again, and because of this, there is a delay in the time of going back and forth, and it is estimated that we will have to wait about a week before we can officially send someone in. ”

"Is that so?"

Arthur stared at the name 'Victor Novak' on the file and said, "Kind of interesting. ”

Push the book "Isn't this also cyber? If you're interested, you can take a look

(End of chapter)