Chapter 645: Hugh Heard the Words of the Lord, and Suddenly His Mind Was Enlightened.

The house that Duke Golitsyn prepared for Arthur was a typical old Russian mansion, located on the wide Tver Avenue, with a standard huge porch and wide steps, surrounded by tall trees, the trunks of which were covered with frost. , shining with silver light under the light.

Although Arthur's single-family villa near Hyde Park in London and his residence in Göttingen can both be called mansions, they pale in comparison to this house.

The spacious and bright front hall has black and white marble tiles on the floor. An ancient round table is placed in the center, with several fashion magazines and several business cards left by visitors on it. Lined along the sides were some exquisite porcelain vases filled with fresh flowers, emitting a light fragrance.

From here you can access various rooms: on the left is a gorgeously decorated living room. The wallpaper on the wall is printed with exquisite patterns. The furniture is mostly made of mahogany, and the surface is as smooth as a mirror. The sofa is covered with soft silk cushions in bright colors yet elegant.

There is a huge oil painting hanging on the ceiling. The angel in the painting seems to be smiling at everyone who enters the room.

The long table in the restaurant can accommodate more than twenty guests to dine at the same time.

A beautiful placeholder made of crystal and silver sat in the center of the dining table, surrounded by gilded chairs, each with the coat of arms of the Golitsyn family embroidered on the back. A huge mirror hangs on the wall, reflecting the entire room, making the space appear more open and bright.

Passing through the corridor, you can also see a study room with books of all kinds neatly arranged on the shelves, ranging from classical literature to the latest scientific works. From the order in which the books are arranged, it can be seen that the owner attaches great importance to the visitors, because the most conspicuous place on the bookshelf is the masterpiece "Hastings Detective Collection" and the records of the famous British novelist Arthur Sigmar. Annals of the Natural Philosophy of the Royal Society, which contains Sir Arthur Hastings's major electromagnetic discoveries.

Hueter took off his hat and handed his coat to the attentive valet. With a slight twitch of his nose, he could smell the unique smell of paper and leather filling the room. It was the smell of knowledge, history and luxury.

Arthur, wearing only a white shirt, sat in an armchair by the fire in the study. Next to him was a bronze desk lamp. The light was soft but not dazzling, and it also reflected Jazz's playful and charming smile.

Although Hueter had known Arthur's identity for a long time, when he saw with his own eyes that the knight who was once trapped in Druisk pretending to be a Russian official had transformed into a British celebrity who attracted the attention of Moscow's upper class in just one day. , it still made him feel like he was in another world.

The same person, the same face, but with a different temperament, and of course, different identification documents.

Just by changing clothes and changing cities, even without saying a word, Hute felt the usual oppressive feeling of superiority conveyed by Arthur.

Hute didn't know what to say for a moment. He wasn't good at handling this kind of situation. He even felt awkward and uneasy in front of Arthur.

Fortunately, Arthur was not the type to deliberately embarrass others. He waved to the servant to bring Hutte the samovar and started the conversation first.

"Have you finished all your errands? I heard that the road to escort the prisoners to Siberia was difficult. You suffered a lot along the way, right?"

Hute took a sip of hot tea, and his cold body warmed up a lot, and talking about work was one of the few topics he could talk about more.

Hute nodded slightly and said: "It is really painful to travel far in this season, especially to Siberia for an urgent errand. The road is terrible, with black, bumpy roads, piles of stones and dirt all along the way. Like a hill, it rises above The horses' hooves kept slipping in the concave snow on both sides, and your car had to walk slowly step by step. In some places, you would encounter trap-like holes in the ice, which could keep you in place if you accidentally fell into them. Stay for a few hours, or even longer.”

Arthur had always been interested in Siberia, and he asked: "What should we do at times like this?"

"Then you have to send someone to a nearby village to hire someone. Then you have to wait for the nearby villagers to come after hearing the news and help pull your car out, or to be more precise, carry it to the flood blocking the road. On the other side of the pit. When our luck is at its worst, we can only walk a maximum of forty versts in a day, but our lead-filled legs feel as heavy as walking a hundred and fifty versts."

Hutte put down his tea cup and sighed: "At times like this, seeing the inn standing alone behind a few trees on the roadside is like seeing some blessed land. Although I traveled only forty or fifty miles in total by car, but , the person is groggy, his forehead I feel numb and have no strength in my body. Therefore, I can take a sip from the simple samovar prepared at the inn, take a few bites of the cold dishes on the table that have turned black due to being left there for too long, and then lie down on the foldable table that has been set up for you. The iron bed is like a blessing from God."

Arthur couldn't help but sympathized when he heard this: "This is indeed a bad job. Do you often do this kind of work?"

Hute breathed hotly into his palms: "There is no way, I am a foreigner, I have no foundation in Russia, and I have no special strengths. I can only rely on these coolies to show my face in front of my boss."

At this point, Hute suddenly changed the topic and expressed sincere thanks: "Sir, I'm very grateful for my useless brother."

"Huh?" Arthur smiled and mixed some honey and milk into the teacup: "He has already started working at Scotland Yard? Tony and Tom are quite efficient at work. How is it? How does it feel to be a policeman for the first time? ?”

When Hueter thought of the letter his brother sent him, he couldn't help but curse: "He wanted to resign on the third day of work, complaining that the work was too tiring and hard, and he didn't want to be among the frontline patrols. This bastard does things He just didn't have much perseverance, so I wrote back to scold him. But later, Inspector Ledley King from the Police Intelligence Bureau seemed to persuade him and gave him a lighter assignment. The new department’s salary seems to be higher than that of frontline patrol officers.”

"It seems that Ledley took him to the Police Intelligence Bureau."

"Police Intelligence Bureau? You mean, the one who works as an undercover agent in a gang of gangsters?"

Arthur waved his hand and said: "He is still a novice. Ridley should not assign him such a dangerous job. And I also wrote a letter to specifically warn him, so I will probably send him to perform some simple tracking tasks, such as... The bus drivers who go through the streets get close to each other."

When Hute heard this, he finally felt relieved.

He didn't really want his younger brother to continue hanging out with the gangster, but unfortunately the boy had a character that couldn't bear loneliness.

Just in terms of arranging a way out for his brother, Arthur has really done his best.

You know, a big shot like him rarely personally interferes with such trivial matters.

Being able to let Sir pull his lower face to do this kind of work, Hute himself felt a little blushing.

He immediately stood up and said: "What happens after that is entirely up to him. If he can continue to do it, he can continue to do it. If he even abandons such generous treatment, then I can't ask him anything."

After finishing speaking, Hueter did not forget to report to Arthur about his finishing work in Druisk: "As for the issue of 'reasonable curve', Colonel Shubinsky and I have archived and sealed the relevant documents. It is currently in good condition and has a very high safety factor.”

Arthur sipped his tea nonchalantly: "How high?"

Hueter replied seriously: "It's so high that we can't find any of our own people."

"Hmm... it sounds very reliable indeed." Arthur put down the tea cup and asked: "There won't be any trouble in Druisk, right?"

"There was a little commotion, but it was quickly resolved."

Hueter replied: "We later sent several trusted colleagues to revisit Druisk and launched an internal investigation by the Third Bureau on the suspected corruption of a certain Second District Gendarmerie colonel. According to the investigation report, local officials, both large and small, They all deny that they have had any in-depth interactions with him, and some even deny that they have ever had a private meeting with Hestingov.”

"It's really a pity." Arthur lamented: "This colonel obviously had a bright future, but because of some omissions in small details, the bright future was ruined."

Hueter said seriously: "Sir, you have to believe that the Third Bureau has always maintained a high-pressure supervision situation for such internal corruption. We will never wrongly accuse a good person, but we will not let any corrupt element go. In Russia , we will not call the arrest of a corrupt person regrettable, on the contrary, we call it clean and efficient. "

At this point, Hueter paused: "As for the problem of you being robbed by thieves on the road, we have handed over the investigation report to the Third Bureau headquarters in Petersburg. After combining it with the list of lost items submitted by the British Embassy, I believe in Benkendorf We will definitely assess your losses carefully, and to maintain the tone of friendship between Britain and Russia, we will give you justice as soon as possible. By the way, your case is handled very efficiently. I believe someone will contact you after Maslena. Compensation will be made at the price.”

Secretary Blackwell was listening blankly, biting his pen. He was confused. Although he could understand most of the conversation, he didn't know what it meant.

Moreover, for some reason, he could clearly feel that the British military police captain seemed to regard Arthur as his superior. The two of them did not feel like chatting between friends, but rather as if they were reporting on work.

Arthur was robbed on his way to take office, and he knew about it. He also helped draw up the list of lost items and submitted it to the Russian Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

But what does it mean that the Russian gendarmes are involved?

I'm obviously the secretary, why are there people rushing to do my work?

Arthur ignored his underachieving secretary. Compared to a guy like Blackwell who was pampered in the diplomatic world, the Scotland Yard old man was obviously more in tune with the Third Bureau Military Police.

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Arthur stood up and said: "Richard, actually, even if you don't come to me, I will come to you after I arrive in Moscow. I have some news here, not very good, but out of our Friendship, I feel the need to reveal something to you.”

"Tell me." Hueter took out the pen from his pocket, bit off the cap and prepared to write it down on paper: "I'm used to hearing bad news in my life, and there's nothing I can't bear if I have one or two more."

Arthur nodded with relief, then glanced at the disappointing Blackwell: "Richard, if, I mean if you intend to continue to fight in Russia, you can take advantage of these few days to go to the consulate in Moscow to renew the validity of your passport. I have already informed them, just in case, we can extend your passport for eight years at a time."

Huett paused: "Eight... eight years? Did something happen?"

"It's hard to say whether something will happen at the moment." Arthur walked with his hands behind his back, "I can only say that due to some unspeakable problems, there is a certain possibility of something happening."

Huett paused Thinking about it, he thought of the protest letter submitted by Britain to the Tsar last month: "Are you talking about the secret agreement with the Ottoman Empire? But I remember that matter has been exposed, right?"

Arthur neither confirmed nor denied it. He asked with a smile: "Richard, what do you think diplomacy is? Diplomacy is to hide a knife behind a smiling face. The surface of happiness does not mean that it is really happy, and the surface of tension does not mean that it is really tense. Of course, I am not saying that all diplomats are dishonest people. They are only sent abroad to deceive people for the sake of national interests."

Hearing this, Huet also realized the seriousness of the problem.

Perhaps for simple British and Russians, the tension between Britain and Russia does not have much impact on their lives, but as a British serving in Russia, his situation is actually more embarrassing than diplomats like Arthur and Blackwell.

After all, his identity is different from those second and third generation British immigrants. Not only did he grow up in Britain, but he did not even join the Russian nationality.

If there is a problem with British-Russian relations, it will not be so easy for him to maintain the current state of playing both sides.

If he wanted to stay in Russia, he had to become a Russian citizen.

If he wanted to return to England, all his efforts in Russia would be in vain.

If he hadn't met Arthur, Huett would have been conflicted, but he would have most likely sided with Russia.

But now, returning to England seemed to be a better choice than staying in Russia.

With his skills and resume, plus a letter of recommendation from Arthur, he could probably find a job in Scotland Yard very easily.

Even if that job was not as high as that of a captain of the military police, it would never make him start from scratch.

Not to mention, going to Scotland Yard was one of his worst options after returning to England.

After returning to Moscow, Huett privately asked Colonel Shubinsky about Sir Arthur Hastings's experience in London, and asked his family to get him a few London newspapers from two or three years ago.

Colonel Shubinsky's vivid story, the huge headline of the Times, and what he saw and heard in the old house of Duke Golitsyn today made him understand what the words "promising" really mean.

What is a promising future?

A junior knight who was awarded the second-class Order of Saint Anna at the age of 25 has a promising future!

Huet was silent for a moment, then stood up and said, "Sir, I think it is really unnecessary to renew the validity of your passport. If things really come to that, I still know what is important. If you need it, I can quit my job in the gendarmerie now."

Huet thought Arthur wanted him to have this attitude, but Arthur smiled and waved his hands repeatedly, "No hurry, things haven't deteriorated to that point yet. And if you are determined not to stay in Russia, I promised you before that I will always keep a place for you by my side. But I think that if you join the embassy for nothing now, the position assigned to you may not be much. High. However, if you can play a role in this crisis, I am afraid that you will not be given an ordinary second-class secretary at that time. "

Hearing this, Huett frowned and said: "You... I am just a small person. Do you think I can play a big role?" "Richard, don't underestimate yourself. I promised you the position not out of charity, but out of my true recognition from the bottom of my heart." Arthur patted Huett's shoulder: "Have you forgotten? I asked you what you were responsible for in the second district before. You told me that you were mainly responsible for escorting exiles. I remember that the destinations of exiles, in addition to Siberia, there are also many exiles to the Caucasus, right?"