At this point, Hutter suddenly changed the topic and sincerely thanked, "Sir, I am imnsely grateful for the matter concerning my inept brother."
"Oh?" Arthur smiled warmly, adding so honey and milk to his teacup, "Has he already started working at Scotland Yard? Tony and Tom are quite efficient. How does he feel about being a police officer for the first ti?"
Hutter couldn’t help but curse when he thought of the letter his brother had sent him, "He wanted to resign on his third day because he complained the work was too tiring and hard, and he didn’t want to be mixed in with the frontline patrol officers. This brat doesn’t have any perseverance in doing things; I imdiately wrote back to scold him. But later, Superintendent Ledley King from the Police Intelligence Departnt seed to have persuaded him and even assigned him an easier task. Moreover, the new departnt he went to apparently pays more than the frontline patrol."
"It seems Ledley managed to get him into the Police Intelligence Departnt."
"Police Intelligence Departnt? You an the job of going undercover in rogue gangs?"
Arthur waved his hand, "He’s still a novice, Ledley probably wouldn’t give him such dangerous tasks. Besides, I specifically wrote to remind them, so they’ll most likely assign him sothing simple, like mingling with the public coach drivers roaming the streets."
Hutter finally felt relieved.
He didn’t want his brother to continue mixing with gangsters, but unfortunately, that boy just couldn’t stand loneliness.
Just arranging a way out for his brother, Arthur had already gone above and beyond.
It’s worth noting that for soone of his stature, personally dealing with such trivial matters is quite rare.
Getting a figure like the Sir to lower himself for such work, even Hutter felt a bit embarrassed.
He imdiately stood up and said, "What happens afterward is purely up to him. If he can handle it, he should continue. If he disregards even such favorable conditions, then I can no longer be concerned about his affairs."
After speaking, Hutter didn’t forget to report to Arthur about his cleanup work in Druiysk, "Regarding the issue of the ’Rational Curve,’ Colonel Shubinsky and I have already archived and sealed the relevant docunts. The current state of the files is preserved well, with a very high safety factor."
Arthur indifferently took a sip of his tea, "How high?"
Hutter replied earnestly, "So high that even our own people can’t find them."
"Hmm... sounds indeed very reliable." Arthur put down the teacup and asked, "There haven’t been any disturbances in the aftermath over there in Druiysk, have there?"
"There was a small stir, but it was quickly cleaned up."
Hutter replied, "We subsequently sent a few trusted colleagues to revisit Druiysk, conducting an internal probe by the Third Bureau into allegations of corruption against a certain Second District Constitutional Soldier Colonel. According to the investigative reports, local officials completely denied ever having deep interactions with them, and so didn’t even admit to eting Hestingov privately."
"It’s truly a pity," Arthur lanted, "This Colonel had a bright future, yet due to so lapses in minor areas, he squandered his prospects."
Hutter said seriously, "Sir, you must believe, the Third Bureau always maintains a high-pressure supervision approach to such internal corruption phenona. We would never wrong a good person, but we also won’t let any corrupt individual off the hook. In Russia, we do not consider the capture of a corrupt person as regrettable; on the contrary, we call it integrity and efficiency."
At this point, Hutter paused, "As for the theft issue you encountered en route, we have already submitted the investigative report to the Third Bureau headquarters in St. Petersburg. By combining it with the list of lost items submitted by the British Embassy, I believe Count Benkendorf will carefully assess your losses and, in the spirit of maintaining friendly British and Russian relations, promptly deliver justice to you. Incidentally, the processing efficiency of your case is very high; I believe after Shrovetide, soone will contact you for compensation at assessed value."
Secretary Blackville, biting his pen, seed perplexed as he listened. There was a substantial portion of the conversation he understood, but he didn’t know what it ant.
And, for so reason, he clearly felt that this British Constitutional Soldier Captain seed to treat Arthur as his superior; the two didn’t sound like they were having a casual chat between friends, but rather like reporting work.
Arthur being robbed while en route, this he knew, as he had helped draft and submit the list of lost items to the Russian Foreign Ministry.
But what was the aning behind this Russian Military Police ddling in my work?
Clearly, I am the secretary, so why is soone eager to do my job?
Arthur paid no heed to his new secretary. Compared to soone like Blackville, who was delicate and pampered in the diplomatic world, the old officers of Scotland Yard were obviously more in tune with the Third Bureau and the Constitutional Soldier.
Arthur stood up, "Richard, in fact, even if you didn’t co to find , I would co to find you once I reach Moscow. I have so news, not the good kind, but because of our friendship, I feel it’s necessary to share a little with you."
"Go ahead." Hutter pulled out a pen from his pocket, bit off the pen cap, and prepared to jot it down on paper, "I’ve been accustod to receiving bad news all my life, a couple more are nothing I can’t bear."
Arthur nodded in relief, then glanced at the nonchalant Blackville, "Richard, if, and I an if you intend to continue striving in Russia, you can take advantage of these few days to visit the consulate in Moscow and update the validity of your passport. I’ve already made the arrangents there, just in case, this ti we can extend it for you for eight years."
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