shadow of britain

Chapter 44 Lectures of the Royal Society

At 4 Whitehall Street, Arthur, dressed in police uniform, walked out of the Metropolitan Police Headquarters.

He came out with a group of police inspectors in charge of other police districts in London. They exchanged with each other the work content assigned by the police meeting this morning, and joked with each other from time to time.

Most of the police inspectors were in their thirties, and among the crowd, the young Arthur stood out.

The old police inspectors took good care of this young man who had climbed like a rocket, but their words still showed a sense of distance and politeness.

Everyone knew that this young man was a figure highly appreciated by the Secretary of the Interior, Robert Peel, but this feeling of being treated specially made Arthur feel uncomfortable.

Agares, on the other hand, looked at the old inspectors with smiles on their faces maliciously, and he reminded Arthur.

"It's all hypocrisy. Look at their eyes. No matter how enthusiastic the smile is, it can't cover the eyes full of truth. These people are so jealous that they want to strangle you to death.

Arthur, it seems that it is not good for you to climb too fast!Always making enemies on all sides.Why don't we think of a way, act first, and teach them a lesson? "

But Arthur has long been immune to the provocation of the Red Devil.

If he had really acted according to Agares' wishes, he would have killed a battalion from four years ago to now.

He reluctantly coped with the gallantry of the old police inspectors, but fortunately, after the inspectors left Scotland Yard, it didn't take long for the inspectors to board the passing carriages and return to their respective police districts.

Arthur heaved a sigh of relief, but before he could adjust his mood, Elder, who had been waiting for a long time opposite Scotland Yard, had already greeted him with a smile on his face.

Elder took out two tickets from his pocket and waved them in front of Arthur: "Arthur, look what these are? Lecture tickets for the Royal Society! It took me a lot of effort to get them from my cousin. Snatched from hand."

Of course Arthur knew the kid's subtext, he raised his hand to stop a passing public carriage.

"I see, I will cover all your meals today."

Elder followed Arthur into the carriage, laughed loudly and said, "Justice! But I won't let you suffer. Didn't you specifically tell me to find lectures on chemistry and pharmacology?

This time I found out clearly that today's speaker is a very famous chemist.It will definitely satisfy you! "

The carriage started staggeringly, and Arthur's head swayed along with it.

"Elder, you must be sure this time. I still remember the first time you took me to the small theater to watch a show. It was supposed to be some elegant art, but in fact the content of the performance didn't seem very civilized. "

Elder coughed cheekily when he heard this.

"Arthur! Whether art is art, doesn't it still depend on how you look at it?
You have to look at it dialectically with a critical eye. Beautiful ladies are too poor to wear tops. What kind of message does this reveal?
There must be something wrong with the functioning of our society! "

Arthur glanced at him: "That's why you disappeared immediately after watching the show?
Although society is indeed wrong, but your brain is not where to go.

And let your aunt catch the current situation, and in the end, I have to help you out! "

When Elder heard Arthur revealing his scars, he was furious and said, "Arthur! I'm a law-abiding citizen!"

"Can law-abiding citizens engage in smuggling business?"

"Can it be the same? Smuggling is a big deal and you hang me to death. You are trying to insult my name!"

Arthur looked at Elder's upright face, and sighed softly: "I won't mention the past, this time when I go back to the Royal Society to listen to the lecture, you won't ask me any more critical questions, will you? "

"Where can I..."

Elder was slick and about to say a few yellow accents, but before he could speak, he saw Arthur take off the quick handcuffs hanging on the leather belt.

Arthur stared at the handcuffs, and said to himself: "Smuggling, I really can't catch you. But if you are engaging in pornography at the Royal Society..."

Hearing this, Elder hurriedly raised his hands in surrender, and saluted Arthur.

"Don't mess around! I took you there this time sincerely, without any personal desires. This time it's really a chemistry lecture. The scientist is very famous, I remember it's called...what is it called Michael...Michael what coming..."

Arthur tentatively asked, "Michael Jackson?"

When Elder heard this, he slapped his thigh and shouted: "That's right! It seems to be Michael Jackson. Let me say that he is very famous. You see, you all know him!"

Arthur took a deep breath: "Elder."

Elder looked happy: "Why? You don't need to thank me, just treat me to dinner."

"I fucking have to handcuff you today!"

"Alas! Arthur! You are so fucking hands-on!"

The carriage drove slowly on the street, passing through the crowds and the streets and alleys of London. After an unknown period of time, it finally arrived at today's destination - Gresham College in northeast London.

The car door opened, and Elder, whose hands were handcuffed behind his back, stumbled and was pushed out of the car.

He staggered and kicked two steps forward, his nose almost hit the vermilion brick wall of the college.

Arthur politely took off his hat to thank the driver, then took out two shillings from his pocket and handed it over.

"It's not easy to take a taxi here, so please wait for us here for two hours. After that, we need to take your car. We will pay double the price on the way back."

The coachman was happy to earn the easy money, and he took off his hat and said, "No problem, Mr. Inspector."

Arthur just got out of the car, and before he could stand firmly on the ground, he heard Elder's angry growl.

"Arthur! Look at what this is? I told you that today's speaker is named Michael. You still don't believe me!"

Arthur looked up, and Elder was in front of a billboard used to introduce the speaker of today's lecture.

He was jumping up and down angrily, and his mouth was not very clean: "You fucker, don't take off my handcuffs quickly. Most of the people who come to the lecture are ladies in London. If you let them see me like this, I will How can I find a chance to spend time with them?"

Arthur glanced around and found that what Elder said was true.

Although it was still early, many carriages had already parked outside the gate of Gresham College, and ladies and ladies in beautiful pleated skirts and silk white gloves could be seen everywhere.

Some of them got out of the carriage with their long skirts supported by a private coachman, and a servant took a small broom to clean up the horse manure and garbage on the side of the road for her, so as not to stain her white and beautiful long hair. skirt.

Some held a fan and covered their mouths, chatting with familiar friends.

Another part of them glanced at Elder vaguely, and couldn't help showing a smile that made Master Elder extremely angry.

Arthur also knew that he couldn't be humiliated at this time, otherwise the kid would stop talking to him for a year and a half.

He stepped forward, skillfully pushed hard along Elder's wrist, and the handcuffs returned to his hand.

Elder clutched his red wrist and twisted it, then pointed at the display board beside him and cursed at Arthur dissatisfied.

"Arthur, look what's written on it? You see clearly, today's speaker: Michael Faraday!"

(End of this chapter)