shadow of britain

Chapter 60 Scotland Yard's Code of Conduct

In the interrogation room of the Greenwich Police Station, the hotel owner Wells sat across the table with handcuffs, and on the other side of the table were Arthur sitting and Tom and Tony who were in charge of monitoring.

Arthur dropped the London Gaslight and Coke delivery note on the table.

"London Gaslight & Coke's delivery note shows that the last delivery of gas cylinders for the Wells Hotel was 23 days ago.

We have searched all the rooms in the hotel, and there is only one gas tank in the hotel, and that is the one in the room where the crime occurred.

We have also consulted the authorities of the London Gas and Coke Company, and they say that a gas lamp lasts three hours on a full charge, which is probably just enough for one night's lighting.

And a gas tank can provide about [-] to [-] gas supplements.

What's more interesting is that the Wells Hotel only has two gas lamps, one in the front desk and one in the crime room, and the rest of the guest rooms use kerosene lamps.

That is to say, if the lighting is normal, the jars left in the room where the crime occurred should be almost out of gas, and even if there is a little left, it is not enough to poison people.

Mr. Wells, can you tell me why? "

Wells looked at the delivery note and struggled back, "It's nothing to be concerned about.

Gas lamps are a new product, and everyone feels that new things are not safe.Didn't the newspapers report many gas lamp explosion accidents last year?
I also thought it was bad at first, so when choosing lighting equipment for the hotel, I still chose kerosene lamps.

But a few months ago, a friend of mine told me there was a sale going on at London Gas & Coke, and I just picked up a couple of them and came back to try them out.

As for saying that the gas tank is almost out of gas, that is simply nonsense. The discounted rooms in our hotel are not full of occupants every day, and it is normal to have some gas left. "

Arthur nodded when he heard the words: "That's a good answer, Mr. Wells. But how do you explain this?"

Tom stepped forward and put a thick stack of ledgers on the table.

Arthur folded his hands and leaned on the back of the chair: "We have sufficient evidence to prove that you have purchased a large amount of nitrous oxide in multiple batches from different stores in the past six months.

Normal people will not buy this thing if they have nothing to do, let alone know its function.The only people who know how to use nitrous oxide are chemists, doctors, and wealthy young ladies of the upper class.

Chemists study its properties, doctors use it for surgery, and wealthy young ladies use it for fun and banquets.You hotel owner, why are you hooked up with this kind of thing? "

Wells quibbled: "Who said that only these people know about nitrous oxide? Don't you, the Scotland Yard policeman, also know about it? I'm just like those wealthy young people, just making fun of him. My normal life is already boring enough." , I have to find some fun for myself."

"Ok."

Arthur nodded: "At first glance, there seems to be nothing wrong with your words. What you do is your own business. As long as you don't commit crimes, we have nothing to do with it. But from the information we know, your financial situation doesn't seem to be the same. Not too good.

I remember that you also admitted it yourself when you were in the hotel. After deducting the rent and other costs from the money you earned from running the hotel, there is not much left.But your expenditure on nitrous oxide these past few months is actually close to 20 pounds.Where does all your money come from? "

When Wells heard this, his whole face was flushed, and he couldn't make up any more.

"Do you care where I come from? I don't steal or rob, I just do a small business. You have no reason to force me to speak, and you can't torture me to extract a confession. I deny all the allegations you have made against me. This is slandering my reputation!"

"Hey! Fuck you!" Tony stared, and almost pulled out the civilization weapon from his waist.

Wells was taken aback by his actions, and he asked tremblingly, "You, what are you going to do? Extorting a confession by torture is against your internal regulations!"

Tony went up and gave him three sticks on the head: "Damn it! If I didn't ask questions, it's not torture. If you don't plan to answer, it's not forced confession. I just want to beat you. Is this torture! Is this forced confession!"

Wells was beaten so hard that he quickly covered his head, and he couldn't stop crying in pain: "People have been beaten! The police have beaten people!"

Tom hurriedly hugged Tony from behind: "Tony, it's almost enough to hit two sticks! The others will be recruited in a while."

Arthur also reached out to block Tony, and he continued.

"Mr. Wells, it seems that you really understand the regulations of Scotland Yard. We really cannot torture you to extract a confession, which is why we must have multiple people present when we interrogate suspects. And according to the law, you do have the right to remain silent."

When Wells heard this, he immediately let go of his head covering his head. He thought Arthur was showing his submission to him, so he immediately stopped crying or howling.

He said viciously: "It's good that you know! Why don't you let me out soon? If you don't let me go, I'll go and complain to Scotland Yard about your use of violence!"

As soon as Tony heard this, the anger that had just subsided immediately raised again: "Tom! Let go of me! This kid still dares to lose his temper! That means Willox is gone. If this person falls into Willox In the hand, I guess I have already received several mouths!"

Arthur crossed his fingers and put his elbows on the table, dragging his chin.

"But, Mr. Wells, are you sure you want to keep silent? Now all the evidence points to you, and you are the only suspect. If you go to court, based on what you just said, you can't escape the gallows. "

"I..." Wells' arrogant smile froze when he heard this: "You, are you scaring me?"

"Do I need to scare you? Mr. Wells, you look like you know something about the law, but you don't know much."

Arthur leaned on the chair and said, "Let me tell you the truth. Do you know what the case-handling guidelines are for many police districts in Scotland Yard?"

Wells hesitated for a long time, and asked tentatively, "Pursuing the truth?"

Arthur smiled helplessly: "I'm sorry, Scotland Yard does not pursue the truth. In most cases, what we are looking for is an explanation. As for the explanations above and the public, as long as there is an explanation, it is not the truth. It doesn't really matter.

Not to mention, as far as this case is concerned, your account is quite similar to the truth.

However, it is just a resemblance. I have checked your social relations, and you have no grievances with the two deceased.

And you're still a hotel owner with a fixed property. Although your days are not particularly rich, you can say that in the past.

You have no grievances and you have a good life, what anger do you have to solve the problem by killing?
You have to thank God it was me you met and not any other inspector.

If someone else took over the case, they probably wouldn't bother to continue interrogating and investigating you.

They'll just send you to court when the time comes, and hang you on the gallows on a good day, and the public will applaud you, the higher ups will praise you, and everything will be happy, and the case will be over.

If you are going to go through this procedure, I can meet you too.Well, this concludes your interrogation process, Mr. Wells, and goodbye in hell. "

After finishing speaking, Arthur stretched, then put away the information on the desktop and stood up.

He had just held his hand on the doorknob of the interrogation room when he heard a shout behind him.

"and many more!"

As soon as Arthur's footsteps stopped, he turned around with a smile.

Wells shook his legs tremblingly, lowered his eyes, held back for a long time, and then said as if giving up: "Man, I really didn't kill it.

I... I just run errands for them, buy some things, provide a room, and make a small profit from it.

Running a hotel really doesn't make any money, I... If I don't do this business, I won't be able to survive.Everything is increasing in price, and I, I can't help it. "

Arthur narrowed his eyes: "Profit? Can there be profit from killing people?"

Wells swallowed, and he nodded slowly: "They...they are a group of dead people. I didn't say it before because I was afraid that they would retaliate against me. I...I can't fight them, and I dare not fight them Dou, they are all desperadoes."

Arthur returned to his seat and sat down: "Mr. Wells, before the criminal is caught, I can represent Scotland Yard to ensure your personal safety."

Hearing this sentence, Wells seemed to have taken a reassurance, and he finally stopped concealing it.

He took a deep breath and asked, "Mr. Police Officer, have you heard of the serial murders of 16 people in Edinburgh two years ago? The two notorious serial killers William Hale and William Burke.

And... the people I trade with, do the same business as them.Kill people, and then sell the corpses..."

(End of this chapter)