London, White Hall, Home Office.
When Arthur pushed the door open and entered his office, there was no small talk, not even enough time to take off his coat.
His old subordinate, Chief Inspector Charles Field from the Criminal Investigation Department, was waiting by the desk. As soon as Field heard Arthur's footsteps, he immediately stood up. But before he could speak, Arthur had already angrily thrown the warrant that had just been sent from Bow Street onto the desk.
Bang!
The paper hit the desk with a crackling sound.
"What is this?!" Arthur's eyes were wide with anger: "A nineteen-year-old kid, a greenhorn who hasn't even finished university, actually got in touch with core security arrangements on the eve of the coronation ceremony? How does Scotland Yard conduct its reviews?!"
Field was about to explain, but before he could speak, he noticed that someone was following behind Arthur—the Permanent Secretary of the Home Office, Mr. Samuel Phillips.
