shadow of britain

Chapter 25 Shady Trading
"Have Willox's body been found?"

When the middle-aged superintendent heard this, he couldn't help but frowned: "You mean, we weren't the ones who did it?"

The police officer nodded and said, "That's right, someone beat us to it."

The middle-aged superintendent stood up and walked slowly in the office. He said to himself: "Who did it? The buyer? The enemy? Or the enemy of the same industry?"

The police officer lowered his voice and asked for instructions: "Do you need to start a public investigation? We haven't dealt with the corpse yet."

"Need not."

The superintendent shook his finger: "Scotland Yard has attracted too much attention now, and everyone's eyes are on us. If the news of the sheriff's murder happens again at this time, it will only make things worse. There might be some trouble."

"Then conduct an internal secret investigation? We have established that the last person who saw Willox was Sergeant Constable Dennis Lloyd of Greenwich. If necessary, we can start with him and go forward." Track down."

"Don't touch him for the time being. You should dispose of Willox's body first. Do things cleanly and don't leave any clues. By the way, have you sorted out Willox's social relationship? It won't cause any trouble Bar?"

The police officer took out the document that was in his arm and put it on the desk.

"This is his information file. Willox's parents died in his early years. He joined the army at the age of 14. After retiring, he entered Scotland Yard as a sheriff. He once had a wife, but they divorced not long after. The couple had no children. .”

The corner of the superintendent's mouth ticked: "A very simple social relationship, I like people like him. He is ferocious, violent, with well-developed limbs and a simple mind. There are no major flaws except for a bit of revenge. You can throw it away at any time after using it. Don't worry about future troubles either.

After you dispose of the corpse, come back and let me know.I will start the investigation process within three days and convict him of absconding in fear of crime.

At that time, I will put all the internal guns and stolen goods that we have trafficked out of Scotland Yard in the past six months on his head. It is appropriate for him, a dead man, to take the blame.

The equipment procurement list for this fiscal year will be finalized soon, and it will be a good time to take this opportunity to make up the difference.

With the glorious deeds of Officer Arthur, presumably the Parliament and the Secretary of State should not obstruct Scotland Yard's budget application. "

The police officer was a little hesitant when he heard this: "But... wouldn't Sir Peel be suspicious? There are dozens of guns, and the value of the lost stolen goods cannot be calculated in detail. Although we did it very cleanly, if the Ministry of Internal Affairs makes a decision If you are determined to track it down, I am afraid it will be seen as something wrong, right?"

"The Ministry of Internal Affairs will not pursue it."

"why?"

The superintendent glanced at the officer, and smiled disdainfully: "Sir Peel managed to reverse the reputation of Scotland Yard, do you think he will tolerate the scandal of the London Metropolitan Police losing a large number of guns and stolen goods at this time? ?

As long as a scandal breaks out at this time, not only will all previous efforts be wasted, but it will also receive strong backlash from public opinion.

The Whigs in the House of Commons had been looking for an opportunity to impeach him, and he would not allow that to happen.

Don't be fooled by Sir Peel's gentle and kind appearance, he has a deeper heart than anyone else.

He will definitely become suspicious, and may investigate, but it will definitely not be carried out in the name of the Ministry of Internal Affairs with great fanfare. We can easily avoid it as long as we pay attention.

Of course, in the best case, he simply pretended not to know about it.So he keeps on being his Home Secretary and we keep on doing our policing, which is better for everyone. "

The young police officer was still a little scared, and the superintendent saw his vacillating and dodging eyes.

But he neither criticized nor reprimanded.

Instead, he simply patted the little police officer on the shoulder and said, "Jones, you have to know that the Minister of Home Affairs can't work for a lifetime, and there may be a change at any time. But you are going to work in Scotland Yard for the rest of your life.

Are you content with twelve shillings a week?Do you love your crappy dwelling and house?

Summer is coming, grab this and go buy a nice dress for your wife and some new toys for your kids. "

After saying that, the middle-aged superintendent took out his wallet from his pocket, folded ten brand new British pounds into diagonals, and stuffed them into the jacket pocket of the young police officer.

"You're a fantastic lad, you deserve more and I'm very excited about your future.

Now that Willox is dead, oh, no, I should say he's absconded in fear of crime.

But in any case, there will be a vacancy for the post of Sheriff in Greenwich.Jones, you know what I mean, and you must not mistake yourself. "

The little police officer couldn't help but tremble when he heard this.

But when he felt the weight of the bulging bag in his pocket, he immediately stood at attention and saluted: "Of order, sir!"

The middle-aged superintendent nodded in satisfaction: "Go back to work now. When you report back after disposing of the corpse, your promotion document should have been drafted."

The little police officer clenched his fists tightly. Although he tried his best to restrain his excitement, he still couldn't help showing a vague smile.

Just as he was about to go out, suddenly, he seemed to remember something.

He took out a blood-stained playing card from his pants pocket and placed it on the table.

"By the way, sir, I found this from the chest of Willox's corpse. Maybe it will come in handy."

The middle-aged superintendent picked up the playing card, which was a pierced jack of hearts.

He lay on the chair and held up the playing cards against the window, and the sunlight shone on the surface of the playing cards.

The color of a peach, bright red.

"Oh...it's kind of interesting."

……

In the brig at Scotland Yard, Tom and Tony are locked in the same room.

The two lay on the ground with their heads up, looking at the airtight and dark environment, even breathing felt oppressed.

"Tony, tell me, are we finished this time?"

"Whatever, I think it's worth it to beat up that old bastard Willox."

"But aren't we being beaten?"

"Shut up, Tom! Isn't it all your fault? If you put a sack on his head, you can bend it! It doesn't matter if it is crooked, but if you ask you to take a stick and shoot Sap from behind him?"

"Tony, what you said is so heartless! I broke the stick, what else can you ask me to do? That bastard Willox is like a hammer, if I knew it, I would change the hammer instead of the stick gone."

"That's why you hit the wrong place! If you hit him on the back of the head, everyone would be dizzy. But you hit him on the back! This is good, Willox has nothing to do with it, we both get beaten up Lock it up!"

Hearing this, Tom felt that the future was gloomy: "God! Help me, I'm obviously atoning for my sins, I want to do something for Arthur, but why are you punishing me like this?"

As soon as Tom finished speaking, the iron door of the confinement room creaked and was pushed open.

The light shot into the dark confinement room, illuminating Arthur's majestic back, and also lighting up his shiny Star of Buzz epaulets.

Tony was lying on his side with his back to the door, waving his hands impatiently: "Is it the food delivery? Just put the things on the ground, and we will take them ourselves."

Tom, on the other hand, looked at Arthur who was smiling in amazement, and he pushed Tony's butt beside him in a trance.

"Tony, Tony."

Tony was furious: "What's wrong!"

"Look who is here?"

"Who else could it be, could it be Arthur?"

Tom felt that his mind was not clear enough, and he murmured: "No, it's not Arthur, it's... God."

(End of this chapter)