shadow of britain

Chapter 68 Where's Fred?

It's been raining non-stop in London today, and there's lightning and thunder outside the windows of Scotland Yard.

The rumbling thunder and the flashing lightning chains from time to time made Superintendent Clemens's face particularly ugly.

But fortunately, most of the superintendents have the same complexion as him, so it doesn't look unique among the crowd.

The superintendents left the gate of the conference hall, looking at each other in blank dismay.

"Things seem to be getting worse?"

"Didn't you listen to our young commander, Inspector Arthur? The road out of London has been guarded by an army guard company, and the station is now also guarded by military police. If you don't hurry up and dig out all those who deal with dead people , we will suffer in the future."

"Hurry up and go back and take a look at all the recent death cases, maybe we really have a few fucking dead mice in our hands."

"It's really fucking these idiots! What's wrong with selling, sell corpses! Tonight we will work overtime collectively, and quickly search the hotels in the area under our jurisdiction, maybe those who made money from the dead actually have some corpses in their hands .”

"Is there something wrong with your mind? Didn't you listen to the young man who directed us?

Check the hospitals in the jurisdiction first. The corpses are not kept fresh. After they kill people, they must be sent to the hospital immediately.

First investigate the autopsy records of the hospital, and all those who cannot explain the origin of the corpses will be handcuffed for review. "

"The hotel also needs to be checked! Didn't it mean that laughing gas is used to kill people? Oh, yes, there is also laudanum. If there is a large amount of items related to anesthesia in the hotel, there is probably something wrong with it." .”

"Shops and street vendors that sell these things must also be interrogated. Anyone with a large transaction record must be questioned carefully!"

"The cemetery also needs to be checked. Those mourners' teams may not be clean. The group of corpse sellers should not be just murderers. After all, digging graves and stealing fresh corpses has been going on since the last century."

"Damn it! I know a few unclean gravediggers, and I have been too lazy to deal with them before, because the gang of rats have also learned to be smart. As long as the body is dead, they will not steal the property buried with them.

So even if they were arrested, they would at most be convicted of illegal possession of a corpse, and they would be released after a small fine.

But now that I've been forced to do this, I'll just take them to work. "

"Are you too lazy to catch them? The local mice are very rich. I heard that the local mice can sell a dead body for about ten to twelve pounds. Are you sure you or your people didn't follow them?" Where do you get the benefits?"

The superintendents were having a lively discussion, but Clemens did not participate.

He hurriedly said goodbye to his colleagues, and then hurried to his liaison office in Scotland Yard.

As soon as he opened the door of the office, he found a familiar figure waiting there. It was Arthur's sheriff, Braden Jones who had succeeded Arthur's old boss, Sheriff Willox.

Clemens breathed a sigh of relief, and hurriedly closed the office door.

He took off his hat and put it on the table, and asked: "You were not seen when you came, were you?"

Jones found that his old chief had a rare expression of nervousness, and he couldn't help wondering: "What happened?"

Superintendent Clemens pointed to the door and said, "Your current boss, Arthur Hastings, is in the conference hall."

"Inspector Hastings here?"

Now Jones was also a little panicked, and he asked, "Why is he here?"

Clemens took a deep breath, frowned, and said, "The Ministry of the Interior has ordered a thorough investigation into the disappearance in St. Giles Parish, and the Ministry of War has also sent military police over to support it.

As for your boss, I don't know how he obtained the authorization from the Ministry of Internal Affairs. He is now the operational commander of the investigation team, and I and the police superintendents in other jurisdictions involved in the case are all under his command. "

"This..." Jones was obviously panicked, and he said, "We can't investigate the matter of St. Giles! If he investigates this, wouldn't our affairs also have to be exposed?"

Clemens slammed his fist on the desk: "Damn it! This group of corpse sellers almost ruined my business. If I knew it would turn out like this, I should have dealt with them in the first place! I finally did it Blocked the Duke of Sussex's application for reporting and investigation, but I didn't expect to end up here."

Jones quickly asked: "Sir, what should we do now? Do we want to block Inspector Hastings' investigation?"

Clemens stood by the window, looking at the heavy rain all over the street, his mind slowly recovered, and his mind gradually became clear.

Suddenly he asked, "No, haven't you heard that proverb?

When the cock crows, there is no silence until the morning hours are past.

People always worship the rising sun, not the setting sun.

Your boss is in the limelight right now, don't touch his bad luck, you won't end well if you fight against him.

It can be seen that Sir Peel values ​​him very much, and the person who values ​​us is not in the position now, we have to get through this for a while.

In my opinion, the Tories may not last long.When the Whigs come up, we will have a backer. "

"You mean to say?"

"We must actively cooperate with Inspector Hastings' investigation. Not only do we cooperate, but we must also conduct investigations faster than him. We must catch some of the corpses sold before him. Only in this way can we get the other missing part together And put the blame on those corpse sellers."

Jones was stunned: "But you said so, but how to do it? This case is not easy to investigate."

Clemens asked, "Where is Fred now?"

When Jones heard the name, he immediately understood what Clemens wanted to do, and he hurriedly replied: "I followed your instructions two days ago and arranged for him to go to the old ship prison to pick up the goods, and he probably hasn't come out yet."

Clemens was thinking: "You find an opportunity to release him quickly, the batch of goods will be put in prison first, and they won't escape anyway.

Let him use his underground connections first to find out some of the people who sold the corpses.

Go and tell him to do things quickly and quickly. I am in a hurry to use the group of people who sell the corpses! "

Jones suddenly swallowed when he heard this, and he remembered the scene when he saw Fred last time.

"But...but what if Fred doesn't agree? That person... doesn't seem to be very smart..."

"Don't agree?"

Clemens turned around, and he picked up Jones' collar with staring eyes: "Then you tell him that the crime he committed in the Guards Cavalry Brigade back then is still in my hands.

It's okay for him to play tricks with Willox, but he doesn't have the ability to play tricks with me!I think there are ways to kill him.

Remember to bring a gun with you when you meet him. If he dares not agree, then you will kill him on the spot!

In fact, there is no difference in the result if we do this, it is nothing more than that we have less extra income.

Let's hand over Fred's body, and the disappearance can also be explained. "

Jones stared fixedly at his old boss, the cold sweat dripping down his back unstoppably.

After a long time, he remembered to raise his hand to salute: "Obey, sir!"

(End of this chapter)