The Shadow of Great Britain

135: Chapter 93 The King of Tower Hamlets_2 135: Chapter 93 The King of Tower Hamlets_2 You don’t need to worry about your superior, I had a brief chat with him while examining Clemens’ body last night, and although he expressed regret at losing you, in the end, he decided to bear the pain and let you go, gladly agreeing.”

Upon hearing this, Field felt disoriented, not snapping back to reality until the veteran officer Cleverly called out to him.

Field stood straight, shouting at the top of his lungs as he saluted, “It’s my honor to join your ranks!”

Arthur nodded slightly, then strode over to Disraeli with a baton in hand.

Seeing Disraeli’s ghost-like expression, he smiled and said, “Sir, I’m glad to see you again.

Thank you very much for helping me with my luggage yesterday.”

Disraeli, hand on the table and the other on the back of the chair, rolled his eyes and said, “Damn!

That cop from yesterday was you, I thought you really came to investigate me for disturbing public order by climbing over the railings and walls of Hyde Park.”

The old officer following Arthur frowned upon hearing this, “What?

Disturbing public order?

Climbing over the walls of Hyde Park?

Is there a hidden case within this?”

Field’s eyes widened in alarm as he stood behind the old officer, gesturing frantically with his mouth at Disraeli.

Disraeli read his lips, understanding the message—be cautious with your words.

He smirked sheepishly at the others, then rubbed his sweaty palms and said, “Look at me, I must’ve been confused.

No worries, Mr.

Hastings, I’m sure we can be good neighbors.

Just between us, we live quite close to each other, you at 36 Lancaster Gate, do you know where I live?

I’m at number 27.”

Arthur nodded slightly, then turned to Field and ordered, “Mr.

Disraeli has been through a long night of questioning and must be exhausted.

Now that all the details of the case have been clarified, there’s no need to keep him here any longer.

Let him go home and get some sleep.

After all, this afternoon, he still has to continue presenting his grand vision to the public at Hyde Park.”

Disraeli, relieved as if granted a reprieve, wiped the sweat from his forehead, picked up his coat from the chair, stood up, and gestured two fingers to Arthur with a smile.

“Then that’s it for today.

Mr.

Hastings, next time it’s my treat.”

Arthur shook his head with a smile,”You are too kind, Mr.

Disraeli.

Truth be told, I recently hired a French chef at home, next time you visit, let him impress you with his skills.”

…

In the meeting room at the headquarters of the Greater London Police Department.

Superintendent Rowan held a brand-new resignation letter, one of the pieces of evidence retrieved from Clemens’ body.

Rowan quickly scanned the contents of the letter, and silence filled the room, the breathing of the seventeen police inspectors and five superintendents being clearly audible.

Having finished reading the resignation letter, Rowan placed it on the table and pushed it towards Deputy Commissioner Sir Richard Mayne seated beside him.

After Sir Mayne had read the letter, he looked up at Superintendent Rowan, and upon receiving a nod, he started to speak aloud.

“So, let’s begin the Greater London Police Department’s 17th high-level police meeting of the year.

Regarding the incident that happened last night, I believe you all have heard something, so I’ll not elaborate further here.

Regarding the cause of Taylor Clemens’ death, Scotland Yard received a report last night and immediately formed a specialized investigation team to look into it.”

“After an overnight thorough investigation, we have now made a breakthrough.

Next, we will have Police Inspector Henry Robinson from the Bayswater area provide us with a detailed account.”

Sir Mayne said this, and Inspector Henry Robinson immediately stood up to salute before he took the speech on the table and read from it verbatim.

“After receiving the case, the district immediately dispatched twelve officers to the crime scene to block and isolate it according to the newly issued ‘London Metropolitan Police Case Investigation Regulations,’ and to conduct investigations and searches along the roads near the scene of the crime.”

During the investigation of the case, we received strong support from Police Superintendent Arthur Hastings who lives nearby.

In light of Superintendent Hastings’s outstanding performance in the Greenwich Central Street hotel murder case, Bayswater Police District decided temporarily to place Superintendent Hastings in charge of the autopsy work.”

As determined by Superintendent Hastings and the medical expert team from St.

Mary’s Hospital, the victim, Taylor Clements, had obvious strangulation and hanging marks on his neck, a pale and bluish complexion, and his facial expression was slightly ferocious, leading to the judgement that the cause of death was asphyxiation.

No other suspicious points were found at the scene of the crime, and a detailed suicide note explaining the cause of suicide and a confession letter of resignation were found on the body of the deceased.”

The handwriting in the confession letter, after review and verification by colleagues from the Greater London Police Department, was definitely identified as being from the hand of Taylor Clements himself.”

Considering the on-site evidence, the medical team, the investigation team, and all other recommendations, our department concluded that the deceased Taylor Clements took his own life due to unbearable mental stress, and the cause of death was preliminarily identified as suicide without a doubt.”

Upon hearing this, Chief Superintendent Rowan nodded slightly and said, “The case is very clear.

As such, there’s no need for any more complicated validation processes.

Let’s move directly to the final special case group voting.”

With that said, Chief Superintendent Rowan was the first to raise his hand: “I believe it to be suicide.”

Following suit, Assistant Chief Superintendent Sir Richard Mayne also raised his hand: “Seconded.”

After Sir Mayne, the five police commissioners also uniformly raised their hands: “Suicide.”

Seeing this, the seventeen inspectors sitting below raised their hands almost without hesitation: “Seconded.”

Upon seeing this, Chief Superintendent Rowan finally showed a satisfied smile.

He casually tossed Clements’s resignation letter to the side of the table and picked up another document: “Well then, we shall now commence the second item on the agenda for this meeting.”

He paused, furrowed his brows slightly, and then began to announce, “Regarding the final decision to promote Arthur Hastings, Deputy Superintendent of the Greenwich Police District in the East London area of the London Metropolitan Police, to one of the Chief Inspectors of East London area.

Superintendent Hastings’s capability is obvious to all, and his promotion is naturally just and reasonable.

I see no need for further discussion.

Next, please invite Inspector Hastings in.”

With a slight wave of his hand, the officer standing by the door of the conference hall immediately understood and opened the door.

Accompanied by the crisp, heavy sound of military boots, the upright figure appeared in the conference hall, dressed in a dark blue tailcoat, white riding breeches, holding a slender officer’s sword, with the Crown insignia on his shoulder.

Arthur stood straight as an upright sword, raising his hand in salute: “East London area Inspector of the London Metropolitan Police, Arthur Hastings, salutes everyone here.”

Chief Superintendent Rowan nodded slightly, flipped the promotion papers onto the table, and leaned back in his chair.

“Arthur, no need to be so formal, take a seat.

A capable young officer like you should be put to good use.

However, as the saying goes, with great power comes great responsibility.

From now on, in addition to Greenwich, Tower Hamlets will also be under your charge.

Do you have the confidence?”

The Red Devil lurking behind Arthur couldn’t help but cover his mouth and snicker: “Oh!

My dear Arthur, this old man actually wants to test you.

Tower Hamlets, that’s the worst part of all London.

It seems your rising sun isn’t always so welcome at Scotland Yard, is it!”

In response to Chief Superintendent Rowan’s inquiry, Arthur just smiled slightly, removed his hat, and bowed.

“I don’t know if I can do well, but I feel I must at least do a bit better than Inspector Clements.”

Hearing this, Chief Superintendent Rowan’s smile deepened a bit and he nodded slightly: “Clever.”