The Shadow of Great Britain

601: Chapter 302: Returning Kindness with Hatred?

_3 601: Chapter 302: Returning Kindness with Hatred?

_3 “Hmm…

that name is rather uncommon in Britain,” Arthur read aloud, “Agnieszka, is that how it’s pronounced?”

“Exactly,” Louis nodded slightly, “It’s a very common Polish name, and the appearances of those three assassins were also quite Eastern European.”

“Poland?” Great Dumas exclaimed, “You mean to say that it was a group of Polish people who tried to assassinate Arthur?

What reason would Polish people have to oppose him?

It would seem more believable if you said it was the French.”

Louis was somewhat helpless, “If you are referring to Poland, the now nonexistent country, then I agree they would have no reason for such an act.

Moreover, they shouldn’t have only avoided assassinating Arthur but should have been grateful to him.

After all, Arthur had not long ago helped save Poland’s national treasure level pianist—Frederick Chopin.

But what we are discussing now are not Polish nationals but Polish assassins.

Assassins work for money, and with so many Polish refugees in Britain now, it’s not surprising that some would try to make a quick buck through shady means.”

Heine inquired, “But those assassins clearly never intended to return alive, instantly detonating explosives at the slightest disagreement.

Who makes money like that?”

Louis nodded, “Perhaps they weren’t earning money for themselves?

Maybe they have families in Britain?

Sacrificing their lives for their families’ better lives is a transaction many would make.”

“Ah…” Great Dumas suddenly seemed to realize something, “So that’s why…

No wonder their assassination attempt was so amateur.

Indeed, Polish people have no real grudge against Arthur, but having accepted the job, they had to act.

Thus, they devised this method which served both ends?”

Heine questioned, “But without killing Arthur, would the employer willingly pay them?”

Great Dumas shook his finger, “You can’t say that.

If they dare accept such tasks, regardless of whether the assassination succeeds, they wouldn’t be likely to return alive.

Hence, they must have demanded full payment upfront; otherwise, after their deaths, are the widows and orphans supposed to ask the employer for the payment?”

Heine snorted, “If that’s the case, the employer hiring them is a fool.

Paying upfront for an uncompleted job?

How does that make sense?”

As everyone debated this complex and confusing case, the victim, Arthur, remained silent throughout.

He was not as concerned with the assassins’ motives like the others; rather, he was more interested in who exactly was behind the act.

Looking on the surface, it made no sense for the old folks of Liverpool to commit such senseless acts when they stood to gain from a £200,000 municipal construction project.

Moreover, Arthur remembered that Agares had warned him before that there seemed to be people in London who wanted him dead.

He did not have many enemies in London, but among those capable of hiring assassins, he knew of only two.

One was the former Member of Parliament, Bernie Harrison, and the other was Judge George Norton.

Although Mr.

Harrison was no longer an MP, his business was thriving well, and Arthur had shown no further intent to pursue him; under such circumstances, was there really a need for him to despair?

As for Judge Norton, he was currently deeply enamored in a lawsuit over an extramarital affair against Viscount Melbourne; would he really spare the effort to hire three assassins to stir trouble in Liverpool?

If his processing power was indeed so efficient, enabling multitasking, then he shouldn’t have had to rely on his wife to secure his position as a law enforcer after so many years!”