The Shadow of Great Britain

362: Chapter 218 Opposing Scotland Yard Comes at a Cost (4K)_2 362: Chapter 218 Opposing Scotland Yard Comes at a Cost (4K)_2 Arthur laughed, “I certainly understand that one is an accusation of murder and the other is a job error; there’s obviously no comparison between the two.

However, the issue is that Mr.

Norton isn’t just an Oxford gentleman but also a hot-headed loose cannon.

As for the document dismissing a judge, His Majesty the King definitely wouldn’t want to sign it casually, but if the dismissal were merely to reassign him to another department, then it’s merely a bureaucratic reassignment document that would definitely get approved by His Majesty the King.”

Rowan expressed his surprise, “Mr.

Norton is being transferred to another department?”

Arthur explained, “It’s not that Mr.

Norton is being transferred to another department, but rather that he himself is eager to advance and wants to face even tougher challenges at the soon-to-be-established London District Prosecutor’s Office.

However, from what I’ve heard in the Lord Chancellor’s office, Mr.

Norton is finding it difficult to realize this ambition, so he has been contemplating creating some major incident recently.”

“A major incident?

What is he planning to do?”

Arthur pointed to a piece of correspondence from Sir Peel and said, “I’m worried that Mr.

Norton might bear a grudge against our superior, Viscount Melbourne, because he might not get the position at the London District Prosecutor’s Office, as it seems that Mrs.

Norton has some unmentionable connections with Viscount Melbourne.”

Therefore, I suggest you initially agree to Sir Peel’s request.

We will eventually drop the allegations against Bernie Harrison, but only after Harrison drops his unconstitutional claims against Scotland Yard.

This demand seems very appropriate, and Sir Peel should understand it since we have the upper hand in this matter.

However, before that, during Parliament’s questioning tomorrow, please, in front of all the members, submit a joint liability application on behalf of Scotland Yard against Mr.

Norton for issuing the arrest warrant and also propose changes like replacing the coroner to examine the bodies, addressing the various issues that have arisen in the Magistrates’ Court in this case.

Whether Parliament agrees with these requests or not is irrelevant because what we want is just to light a few sparks on this powder keg.

Afterward, if Representative Harrison cancels the accusation against Scotland Yard, that naturally means the Home Office won’t be further harmed, which might frustrate Mr.

Norton, possibly even panic him due to your proposals in Parliament.”

Once his mental pressure builds up, I’ll try adding a little more insignificant provocation, such as a dismissal notice,” Arthur added.

“So, here comes the problem,” Director Rowan tapping on the table, “where will you get that dismissal notice from?”

Arthur put away the documents on the desk and said with a smile, “Commander, did you forget what I just mentioned?

I’ve already had several meetings about the establishment of the London District Prosecutor’s Office at the Lord Chancellor’s office over the past six months.

Although the main framework has been set, and the chief prosecutor has been confirmed to be Mr.

John Austin, the dean of law at the University of London, there are still some deputy positions open.

Incidentally, Lord Brougham asked me if I had any suitable candidates.”

“Ah…” Director Rowan, upon hearing this, finally understood Arthur’s intent; he grinned and said, “I’m not very familiar with this new agency, Arthur, could you tell me if dismissing a prosecutor requires reporting to His Majesty the King?”

Arthur smiled and shook his head slightly, “Of course not; the London District Prosecutor’s Office is an agency under the Lord Chancellor’s office.

It just needs approval from the Lord Chancellor’s office.

Also, Commander, I must correct you on one point: this is not about a prosecutor, but about an unpublished prosecutor, so it’s even only about recalling the appointment documents that haven’t reached him yet.”

Director Rowan laughed more brilliantly, “Arthur, rest assured on this point; I’ve lived in Britain for so many years.

Although I’m not certain about most things, the one thing I am sure of is that Britain’s Postal Service is one of the most inefficient.

I’m very sure about their inefficiency.”

Having said this, Director Rowan continued, “It seems we have Norton’s situation arranged.

As for Harrison, although we are going to drop the lawsuit against him eventually, we need to pressure him in the meantime, at the very least to make him understand that opposing Scotland Yard comes with a cost.”

“Of course,” Arthur pocketed the ‘Stillik’s Secret’ advertisement from the table, “at the very least, I cannot just watch him continue to sell this stuff.

Moreover, I’m very interested in exactly what misfortune that unfortunate maid encountered,” he said.

…

In 19th century London, shopping districts were never in short supply, although for those upper-class gentlemen and ladies, Regent Street, Jermyn Street, and Savile Row were their top choices for purchasing various fashionable products.

However, Bond Street, named after Sir Thomas Bond, a close friend of King Charles II, was also an excellent destination.

Compared to the aforementioned streets, the advantage of Bond Street lay in its geographical location, as a main thoroughfare connecting Oxford Street and Piccadilly Street, enabling the elites residing in the Mayfair District to step out of their doors and find all the high-end products they urgently needed.

The most famous and sought-after perfumery on Bond Street was none other than Rubin Perfumery.

As for why this unremarkable-looking little shop was so well-known, that story began with Mr.

Rubin, the shop’s first owner.

Like many influential figures in the London fashion scene, Mr.

Rubin was French, and more importantly, he was also the personal perfumer to Napoleon’s first queen, Josephine de Beauharnais.

As a man capable of concocting fragrances that even the conqueror of Europe could not resist, Mr.

Rubin’s perfumery skills needed no further endorsement.

When addressing ladies, Mr.

Rubin often proclaimed, “Napoleon conquered Europe with force, Josephine conquered Napoleon with her fragrance.

Buy one of my perfumes, and your husband will be the next Napoleon.”

And for gentlemen, Mr.

Rubin had another line, “Give your loved one a bottle of perfume, and she will be your Josephine.

No need to conquer Europe to have a royal experience.”

The busy shop assistant, seeing a gentleman dressed like a banker step into the store, hurried over with a smile, “Sir, are you planning to purchase some cosmetics for your loved one?

Rosewater?

Rouge?

Or specifically here for our shop’s treasure, the ‘Emperor’s Infatuation,’ the same as used by Queen Josephine?”

“Emperor’s Infatuation?” Arthur raised his walking stick and tapped his hat, “Is it cheese-flavored?”

“Cheese-flavored?” The shop assistant, slightly displeased upon hearing this, still managed to keep his smile, “What are you talking about?

The ‘Emperor’s Infatuation’ is made from the finest oils of roses, pineapples, pears, lavender, among dozens of others.

We certainly don’t sell any cheese-flavored perfume.

Are you joking?”

Hearing this, Arthur stepped back outside the shop to check the sign, then affirmed, “Could it be that you have always been selling imitations?

A friend of mine told me that the most authentic scent should indeed be cheese-flavored!”

The shop assistant, hearing this, retorted, “Sir!

Our formula hasn’t changed for over a decade.

If it’s cheese-flavored, then the perfume you bought is definitely a fake.

Napoleon himself greatly praised the scent of Queen Josephine’s perfume.

Could your friend possibly know more than Napoleon himself?”

Arthur recalled for a moment, then said with some embarrassment, “There is indeed a slight difference.

I must admit, the one I know is much smaller.”