Chapter 248 It Is Not Your Turn to Speak on the Regulations (5K8)
No. 4, Whitehall Street, Westminster, London.
In the director's office, Director Rowan leaned back in his chair and flipped through the arrest warrant in his hand page by page.
He finished reading the document in his hand, then leaned forward, put his hands on the table and looked at Arthur: "That Louis Bonaparte, have you verified his identity? Is it the real thing?"
Arthur smiled and replied: "I can't say it's 100% true, but at least I can't see any signs of fakeness on him for the time being. I sent someone to the West India Dock to check his background before. He did sneak into Britain on a merchant ship from Rome. In connection with the news of the Carbonari uprising that came from there not long ago, plus his fluent French, and the assessment and verification of his experience in the French artillery command system by French artillery captain Mr. Alexandre Dumas, at least from the perspective of the logic of the confession, I don't think he lied about his experience."
When Director Rowan heard this, he hesitated for a while: "If he is real, then it's hard to say. We can make some connections in the case of Bernie Harrison..."
Arthur smiled and said, "Sir, we have similar views. I think so too. If we only arrest Bernie Harrison, the MPs can say that we are lawless and do not take Article 29 of the Magna Carta seriously. But if we also arrest the Bonaparte family, it means that we are dedicated to our duties, impartial, and everyone is equal before the law. "
Rowan smiled slightly when he heard this, and nodded with satisfaction: "Come on, Arthur, young man, what do you think?"
At this point, Arthur opened another document in his hand: "During this period, I have focused on checking some relevant regulations on the immunity of MPs. The earliest explicit provisions on the immunity of MPs originated from the decree issued by Edward II in 1314, which prohibited The court was prohibited from detaining members of parliament by order, thus preventing them from attending parliamentary meetings.
In 1626 and 1675, the House of Commons and the House of Lords passed resolutions respectively, stipulating that during the parliamentary meetings and within 40 days before and after, except for treason, felony and disorderly conduct, relevant members of parliament shall not be arrested without the decision of the House of Commons or the order of the House of Commons.
The "List of Rights of Man" passed after the Glorious Revolution in 1688 further strengthened the rights of members of parliament in this regard, stipulating that members of parliament have the freedom to speak, liberty, debate or discuss in parliament, and have the right not to be impeached or questioned in any court or any place other than parliament.
According to the internal files of the Home Office and Scotland Yard, the last time a member of parliament was arrested was the case of John Wilkes in 1763. At that time, members of the House of Commons were about John Wilkes was arrested in the Tower of London by a general warrant issued by the late King George III for criticizing the king and cabinet policies in the 45th issue of The North Briton. However, a week later, the Lord Chancellor ruled that the arrest was unconstitutional in the King's Bench Court on the grounds of infringing parliamentary privileges, and released Congressman Wilkes in court.
A few months later, the Earl of Sandwich, the Minister of the Navy, read out Congressman Wilkes's "On Women" published several years ago in the House of Lords, claiming that Wilkes was immoral, slandered the monarch, and blasphemed God. Because there were a lot of personal attacks and pornographic descriptions of the Earl of Sandwich, and he was also linked to the famous prostitute Fanny Murray, the House of Lords finally ruled that Congressman Wilkes's discussion in the 45th issue of The North Briton violated parliamentary privileges, and formally filed an investigation lawsuit against Congressman Wilkes in the name of seditious libel.
Congressman Wilkes fled to Paris, and was later removed from his seat by the House of Commons for long-term absence from meetings. The court also tried him in absentia and found him guilty of seditious libel. However, several years later, during the general election, John Wilkes returned to Britain and won an unprecedented victory in the Middlesex constituency with the huge public opinion reputation accumulated during the previous investigation.
His Majesty asked Parliament to hold a new election, and the cabinet also sent people to fan the flames in the media, making a big fuss about Wilkes' long-term separation from his wife and keeping many mistresses, but even so, it could not stop Wilkes from winning the election in Middlesex again. Afterwards, the king simply bypassed Parliament and ordered the King's Bench Court to rule that Wilkes did not meet the qualifications of a candidate, but this approach caused a strong backlash from Parliament and British citizens.
Prime Minister Sir Pitt the Elder, who had always supported the king, publicly denounced this move as an axe that cut at the root of the tree of freedom, and Mr. Burke, the Whig Party's literary leader, said directly that this move was appalling and simply shook the foundation of Britain. Tens of thousands of protesting Londoners flooded the streets of London, attacking the prison van and rescuing Wilkes. But after being rescued, Mr. Wilkes escaped his rescuers, disguised himself and went to prison, claiming that he did this because the parliament was not law-abiding, but I wanted to set an example.
Sir, there may not be many young people now who remember Wilkes, but you are much older than me, so you may have heard the name John Wilkes from your elders. From the archives I have, the Wilkes incident even had the potential to shake the power of George III, and coupled with the North American War of Independence, the momentum of this movement was unprecedented.
Although Congressman Bernie Harrison did not catch up with that good time and may not have much dedication, I think from this set of operating procedures, there may be something worth our attention. "
Rowan is not a fool. When Arthur mentioned it, he immediately understood what the other party meant: "You mean, Bernie Harrison wants to play the big game in order to gain some political capital for himself and package himself as a A righteous man who was unfairly persecuted?”
Arthur closed the document book and put it in front of the case: "I can only say that it is possible. Although the social environment is different now, lunatics and careerists have always existed. Mr. Harrison has also been doing this for several years. Backbench MP, the Tory party is now divided. The leader of the hardliners, Earl Eldon, is old and has become sad because he has been repeatedly attacked by public opinion in recent years. The Duke of Wellington is also because of his old age. The "Catholic Emancipation Act" is regarded as a traitor by the hard-liners, and it is naturally impossible to lead them anymore, so..."
Rowan flipped through the documents and then put them down on the desk casually: "Oh, it seems that our Senator Harrison wants to be a rising star and stand behind the Duke of Wellington and the Earl of Eldon. He went to the stage to fight with the liberals led by Sir Peel in the Tory Party. Now it seems that his punches are quite heavy. I don't know whether Sir Peel will hurt him in the future, but I am already feeling hot all over my body. ”
At this point, Rowan suddenly raised his head and said: "I have communicated with Sir Peel two days ago. He does not want this matter to escalate, but Senator Harrison's attitude is too firm. Sir Peel, as a Tory, The leader of the party cannot force him to protect his own rights. After all, today is different from the past. The Tories are no longer what they were when they were in power. They cannot afford to lose a member. If Harrison is forced to do so, If we are in a hurry, let him go to the Whigs. The impact on the reputation of the Tory Party and the unity of the party will be even more devastating. If Sir Peel cannot get through, we will have to think of ways to solve the problem elsewhere. ”
When Arthur heard this, he just smiled: "It is still unclear whether Sir Peel will change his attitude. I just sent him something interesting this morning. I think with Sir Peel's wisdom and artistic appreciation, , after he listens to that record, his mood and attitude towards Senator Bernie Harrison should change. As for the Tories, we can wait a little longer. We just have to focus on it now. Just focus on blocking the mouths of those congressmen who sympathize with Mr. Harrison. Regarding this, you just said that we can start with this arrest agreement signed by Louis Bonaparte.”
Rowan's eyes slowly narrowed. He stared at Arthur for a long time. The army colonel grinned and said, "Arthur, it seems that you have many things that I don't know about? Why don't I have any news here?" What? Can I take the liberty of asking, do I have the honor of knowing this information?”
When Arthur heard this, he just stood up with the folder in his arms. He smiled and said, "Sir, it's a good thing that you don't know. After all, the beautiful music that Sir Peel heard was only part of it."
Luo Wan lit his pipe and took a sip, and the office was filled with smoke: "How can I say this?"
Arthur smiled and said: "Just like the uncle of Mr. Louis Bonaparte who signed the arrest warrant said: If it is good news, there is no need to be so anxious. But if it is bad news, wake me up immediately, bad news News cannot be delayed at all. As the highest officer of Scotland Yard, a man with the same status as Napoleon in the department, you really should not be distracted by less important news. "
Rowan held his pipe and raised his eyebrows slightly: "So, the news you have there is good news for Scotland Yard? But it is bad news for Sir Peel? So, I don't need to know, but Sir Peel needs to know? "
Arthur smiled and replied: "Sir, I don't know what information you based on which to make such an inference, but in accordance with the provisions of the London Police Intelligence Bureau Intelligence Management Regulations, I have no right to answer your question."
When Luo Wan heard this, he took several puffs from his pipe.
Behind the thick smoke, his expression was completely invisible.
Seeing this scene, Arthur took a step back calmly: "Then sir, I will go to the local court to apply for a search warrant for the residence of Joseph Bonaparte in Regency Crescent House, an unidentified Frenchman. At the same time, he is still a wanted criminal in many Apennine countries such as the French July Monarchy and the Papal States. According to the current British laws, it is completely reasonable for Scotland Yard to apply for arrest or surveillance operations against him. As for the procedures of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. , it’s up to you to handle it. This kind of cross-department cooperation is only in compliance with the regulations if you come forward.”
After saying this, Arthur saluted him, then turned around and prepared to push the door open and go out.
But as soon as his hand landed on the doorknob, he heard Luo Wan's familiar cigarette smoke coming from behind the desk.
"Arthur."
Arthur turned his head to look, nodded slightly and said, "Sir, is there anything else?"
Rowan reached out to fan the smoke in front of him and put the ashes in the pipe into the ashtray: "Believe me, you will become a big shot. Young man, I wish you good luck."
Arthur just smiled when he heard this and did not answer. He opened the door and walked out.
As the office door clicked shut, Luo Wan picked up the tea cup and crossed his legs, and couldn't stop mumbling: "The level of talking in circles is exactly the same as that of the old bureaucrats in the Ministry of Internal Affairs. Maybe he should choose a Congressman, you can probably climb faster that way. What are you doing by splashing around in this small pond in Scotland Yard?"
…
Regent Crescent, Marylebone, London.
A reunion of the Bonaparte family was taking place here. Louis Bonaparte, who had borrowed an outfit from Arthur to meet his uncle, sat on the sofa excitedly and cried.
And his uncle, the former King of Spain, also leaned on his ruby cane and lamented his nephew's experiences in recent years.
Outside the Regent Crescent Building, Sergeant Jones was smoking a cigarette and observing what was going on inside the house through the window glass.
Louis Bonaparte's identity had been confirmed, but Jones still felt a little guilty about breaking into the house of a former king and taking his eldest nephew away in front of him.
He didn't know what considerations Arthur had to make such a mindless decision.
From a normal law enforcement perspective, even if Arthur wanted to make fun of Louis Bonaparte, he could have waited for him to go out and arrest him on the street. But Arthur didn't. He had to slap the former Spanish The king's face.
Once this happens, Jones can even foresee that this arrest will definitely make the front page headlines of major newspapers in London tomorrow. After all, those journalists like to report on the short-term interests of these big shots, and such an invasion of a private home by the police will definitely happen. Can't escape their eyes.
Even if reporters didn't know, the furious former king would surely have revealed the news to reporters himself.
Once this kind of news is released, it will certainly not have a good impact on the reputation of Scotland Yard, and the adults in the Ministry of Internal Affairs do not know how they will react to this incident.
However, Jones had doubts, and he still planned to implement Arthur's orders meticulously.
There is no other reason than that Clayden Jones really wants to improve!
The years-long promotion system of the new regulations is about to be implemented, and the hot job of police inspector is right in front of you. This change will make everyone confused!
Since the death of Napoleon, the glory of the Bonaparte family has been forgotten, let alone the land of Britain.
In other words, even if he loses the bet, there is a high probability that he will be criticized and criticized by the news media. At most, Scotland Yard will punish him and not be promoted within a few years.
However, as new regulations are about to be promulgated, if Jones cannot climb up in the next month or two, there will be no hope for him at least in the next four years.
Calculating it over and over again, it means that there is no loss in this matter. If this is the case, why doesn't he do it?
Jones took out his pocket watch from his pocket, took a look at it, and asked the police officer next to him: "Has the detention ticket been sent to the hall?"
The young police officer on the side replied: "The arrest warrant has arrived, but we still lack the documents from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs."
Jones stretched his head and glanced at Bonaparte's uncle and nephew in the room, and suddenly found three male servants walking out of the room.
He hurriedly stopped the leader in front and asked with a smile: "The two Mr. Bonapartes are having a good time chatting?"
The footman glanced at his uniform and nodded politely: "My Excellency is very grateful to the police officers for rescuing the second young master from the London gangsters. Later, he also wants to entrust me to send some to the police officers. A small gift such as a snuff bottle to express my gratitude. But for now, please give in, gentlemen. I plan to take the young master on a tour of London later, and we have to prepare in advance for this trip. , bring the carriage over."
When Jones heard this, he took off his hat and bowed slightly: "Okay, sir, you can go and do your work."
He watched the other person walk towards the stables behind the Regent Building, and until he was sure that he could not see the trace, he put the hat on his head again, loosened his collar and said coldly: "Listen to my command and prepare to break into the Crescent Building." , the arrest of Louis Bonaparte.”
When the young police officer on the side heard this, he was startled and said: "Sir...sir, are you crazy? The documents and procedures haven't been completed yet. If we do things like this, I'm afraid it's against the regulations, right?"
"Regulations?" When Jones heard this, he couldn't help but glared at him, imitating the clasping posture that Arthur taught him before, and said in the direction of Scotland Yard: "It's all six departments and twenty-three police districts up and down Scotland Yard. On the shoulders of Superintendent Hastings, it is not your turn to say the word "regulations"!
The young police officer was so scolded by him that he did not dare to raise his head, but replied weakly: "Responsible for six departments and twenty-three police districts? Isn't what Superintendent Hastings is carrying the St. Edward's crown badge on his shoulders? "
When the more senior police officer on the side heard this, he quickly pulled the young police officer back, came up to the rescue with a smile and said: "You are right, Superintendent Hastings is our big star at Scotland Yard. In the past two years, Everyone who has handled cases under him will not praise Superintendent Hastings for his carefulness and ability.”
"Stop talking about those useless things!" Jones said: "I'm going to ask you something right now. Are you going to execute the arrest when you break into the Regency Crescent Building?!"
The young police officer stepped forward and said: "Of course it will be executed, but..."
Jones glared: "But what?"
The young police officer asked: "Do the words you just said hurt Director Luo Wan too much?"
Hearing this, Jones angrily threw his white gloves to the ground and angrily yelled: "Hurt your mother's head!"
When he saw the hesitant looks of the police officers, he felt angry and anxious, but suddenly, an idea flashed in his mind, and the ghostly plan suddenly came to mind.
Jones took a deep breath, calmed himself down, recalled Arthur's appearance, and said in a calm tone: "I'm sorry, everyone, I shouldn't have lost my temper."
The police officers couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "It's okay, sir, we also know that this kind of arrest mission must be very stressful for you."
Jones asked: "No, it's not because of this. As a policeman, pressure is naturally present all the time. As a mature police officer, I have long been accustomed to it. You should also know that I don't have so many emotions at work. The reason why I lost my temper today is because I think this may be the last time I perform a mission with the guys in the Whitechapel Police Department. I want to cherish this last Time, leaving a happy common memory with everyone..."
"Sir..."
"You...you want to..."
"There is nothing to miss here, it's hard and tiring, it's better to find another job than this."
"I wish you a safe journey, sir!"
The police officers said blessings one by one, but Jones changed the subject and said: "Yes, I was the same as you when I said goodbye to Inspector Claydon yesterday. But after all, this is a place where I have worked for so long, even if I go to a better office environment, this sincere friendship will never dissipate."
"This..."
The expressions of the police officers changed one by one, and some of them even began to consider the subsequent job changes.
Jones took a deep breath and showed a relieved smile: "Of course, I also like to select a suitable successor. After all, everyone knows that the Whitechapel area has been developed for a long time, the local worker group is rich, and the police situation is complicated..."
Jones was muttering these words, and the little police officer who was just arguing with him was absent-minded.
He just poked his elbow at his colleague beside him: "Where's the arrest warrant?"
The colleague was still pondering the lingering meaning of Jones' words, and without thinking too much, he took out the arrest warrant from his pocket and handed it over: "Here, what's the matter?"
Unexpectedly, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the young police officer draw his gun from his waist and rush to the door like an arrow from a bow.
There was only a thud, and a roar came from the room: "Don't move! Scotland Yard police!"
Then, there was a report that was so straight that even the most picky old police officer could not find any flaws: "Report to the commander, Ledley King, a second-level patrol officer at the Whitechapel Police Station in the Tower Hamlets Police District of the East London Region of the London Metropolitan Police Force, reports to you that the target Louis Bonaparte has been captured by me!"