The Shadow of Great Britain

227: Chapter 152: The East India Company’s Business Secrets (4K7)_3 227: Chapter 152: The East India Company’s Business Secrets (4K7)_3 Mil wiped the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief and said, “Thank you, Arthur, perhaps I should consider this matter.

But I think it might be too early to write memoirs at our age.

However, you can think about writing down the psychological journey you go through when you’re solving cases.

If it gets published, I will definitely buy a copy.”

“It is the first time I have met someone who understands me like you do.

Most others, like Robuck and your friend here, simply accuse me of being idle without any understanding.”

Upon hearing this, Robuck said with dissatisfaction, “I didn’t say that at the time, I suggested that you read more of Byron’s poetry, it naturally would get better.”

Mil glared and retorted, “Byron’s poetry?

Have you even seen what he has done in Britain, he hasn’t left behind a good influence on this country.”

Arthur joked, “John, you don’t need to praise me so much.

The reason I understand you is perhaps that I am also an idle person, right?”

Mil frowned with a coffee cup in hand and said, “Idle?

A Scotland Yard detective an idle person?”

When Eld heard this, he spoke nonchalantly in front of the two young men who were close to Bentham, “Even if not now, it will be soon.

Once the Whig Party comes into power, Arthur might just have to pack up and leave Scotland Yard.

By then, he will have time to spare.

But I can’t do the job of consoling people; John, you’ll have to help me out with that when the time comes.”

Robuck asked, “What on earth is going on?”

Arthur smiled and said, “Nothing serious, just factional struggles.

There are those in Parliament, of course, and so there are in Scotland Yard, and surely the same goes for where you work.

It’s just like ‘Edinburgh Review,’ ‘Westminster Review,’ and ‘Quarterly Review’ often engaging in a three-way battle.

The only difference is that aside from the newspapers, you’re out of the game if you fall out of favor elsewhere.”

Mil sharply caught the implication in Arthur’s words, “Are you saying that you’d be replaced as soon as the Whig Party takes power?

That’s not possible, is it?

You’ve been doing an outstanding job at Scotland Yard, haven’t you?”

Upon hearing this, Robuck waved his hand and said, “John, these years at the East India Company have left you idly out of touch with practical affairs.

Have you forgotten?

The Bloody Act renovations, Robert Peel, Arthur has surely been tagged as a Peel-ite.

It’s just like the reshuffling of your East India Company’s board of directors, where with every reshuffling, a batch of senior bureaucrats has to be replaced.

Arthur’s position at Scotland Yard isn’t low, and if there is a Home Secretary who doesn’t get along with Peel, then replacing him would be within reason.”

Hearing this, Mil bit his finger stuffed into his mouth and muttered, “This can’t happen; replacing an outstanding officer like Arthur doesn’t serve the public interest.

Factional struggles are damn hellish stuff; can’t they just focus on their jobs?”

Robuck, leaning back in his chair, thought about a solution and said, “John, why don’t you contact Mr.

Sathern, the editor of ‘Westminster Review’?

He should have many contacts of Whig Party parliamentary candidates.”

Mil, unable to hold back, cursed, “Robuck, you don’t know, the editor now isn’t Sathern, but has been replaced by Bowling.

The last article I wrote for ‘Westminster Review’ was also the last one.

My father and I have completely fallen out with the editorial department.

You don’t know, that bastard Bowling actually sold the rights to the distribution of the newspaper behind our backs.

We knew that running a newspaper was difficult, so we hardly ever took a fee for our articles, but for him to do something like this, I can never forgive him in my lifetime!

My depression has a lot to do with this; he ruined my ideals!”

Upon hearing this, Robuck covered his forehead and said, “That complicates things… University of London… not exactly a crowd-pleaser either…”

“University of London, University of London…

That’s it!” Mil suddenly had a spark of inspiration and stood up, slapping the table.

He gathered his coat from the back of his chair and said to Arthur, “Arthur, don’t worry, I’m off to York this afternoon; wait for my good news.”

With that, Mil hurried out the door of the café.

As Arthur watched his figure quickly vanish into the street, he turned to Robuck and asked, “Where is he off to now?”

Robuck was equally confused, “I have no idea!”

Only Eld chuckled ominously, “Don’t you understand?”

“If you do, then out with it already!”

Eld leisurely sipped from his coffee cup and after setting it down, he spoke indifferently, “Sorry, trade secret.”