527: Chapter 275: Special Treatnt for Sudden Serious Illness_3 527: Chapter 275: Special Treatnt for Sudden Serious Illness_3 Louis explained, “Strictly speaking, Lady Berkeley wasn’t recomnded by Superintendent Hastings, but by Superintendent Mathewson from Scotland Yard.”
Heine asked, “Why do you emphasize this point so particularly?”
With so helplessness, Louis said, “Because not everyone can accept Lady Berkeley’s services.
Frankly speaking, Superintendent Mathewson is a veteran retired from Britain’s 58th Infantry Regint ‘Steelbacks’.
The nickna of the regint cos from the commander’s longstanding tradition of whipping; almost every soldier who served there has tasted the whip soaked in water.
And Superintendent Mathewson…
well, how should I put it, although he has retired from the army, he still longs for that thrilling sensation he had while serving.
Every ti after Superintendent Mathewson visited Lady Berkeley, he would say he felt reinvigorated, as if he were twenty years younger.
He felt like he was that twenty-year-old lad again, with a back covered in whip marks, even his work seed more spirited.”
“Oh…” Upon hearing this, Great Dumas raised an eyebrow and comnted, “I see, after all the fuss, the service provided by Lady Berkeley is an ‘English vice.’ Before I ca to Britain, I heard the people here were all fond of it, and now I’ve seen it for myself.
However, to let Lady Berkeley off just for the peculiar hobby of a Scotland Yard superintendent, it seems the level of favoritism and law-bending at Scotland Yard has risen a notch recently.”
Arthur replied, “Alexander, if that’s what you think, then you’re mistaken.
It’s not Superintendent Mathewson who influences Scotland Yard’s judgnt; he doesn’t have that much clout.
Legally speaking, in most cases, Lady Berkeley is only whipping or having her clients do the whipping.
Yes, I an actual whips, nothing else.
If that’s all she did for business, it would not be illegal.
Even if she wanted to do sothing else, she could easily obtain legal permits.”
Perhaps it’s an issue with the British education system, but many of our influential figures went through a fair amount of corporal punishnt at school, so a portion of them, like Superintendent Mathewson, have developed a fondness for the sensation.
This is the main reason why Scotland Yard doesn’t bother Lady Berkeley, as her clientele includes far too many who have Scotland Yard by the scruff of the neck, including so mbers of the Royal family.”
Moreover, the lady is not short of money.
Last year she invented a device called ‘Berkeley Horse,’ and she sold two thousand pounds worth in sales alone.
Therefore, normally, Scotland Yard only shows her a bit more respect, given her wealth and influence.”
Hearing this, Great Dumas couldn’t help but turn to Mr.
Wheatstone, “Then, in my view, how about we arrange sothing fresh for Mr.
Wheatstone today?”
All Arthur did was smile, “Why bother?
It’s not only Lady Berkeley who can handle a whip in London; we also have professionals within the officers of Scotland Yard.
It’s just that…”
Louis chuckled along, “Regrettably, though we’re not as skilled as Lady Berkeley, we’re fortunate to have Superintendent Mathewson.
Not only does he enjoy being whipped, but he is also quite proficient at it.
Although it’s been several years since he retired, he hasn’t lost the old trade skills that the 58th Regint bequeathed him.
Superintendent Mathewson often boasts that he could whip a donkey to death with just ten lashes.”
Great Dumas shivered at these words, conjuring up the scene in his mind: a dim interrogation room, a brawny, bare-chested, strapping man, steam rising off his shoulders, and a whip dripping with water.
While he lanted the new material for his novels, Great Dumas couldn’t help but shudder twice himself.
Just as he was about to persuade Arthur to spend a bit of money on Mr.
Wheatstone, he discovered Arthur was nowhere to be seen.
Then, a thunk resounded, the sound of an electrical switch being shut off.
The lightning in the laboratory vanished almost in an instant, and Arthur, with a pipe in his mouth, paced to a stop in front of the Faraday cage.
He glanced at Wheatstone, hiding in the cage, and with two fingers he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and tossed it onto the iron wall of the cage, which instantly set the handkerchief ablaze due to the high temperature maintained by constant electricity.
As the fla burned, Arthur’s voice followed.
“Charles, as a friend concerned for you, I now have two little suggestions for you to consider.
Firstly, you co out of the cage yourself, and I’ll take you to the hospital to see if you’re indeed manic.
Although I don’t believe there’s any such thing as hysteria, if you really have so needs that you cannot resolve on your own, then next week at the Bluestocking Society eting, I could take you along and introduce you to so educated and beautiful young ladies.
After all, considering your current state, you can already converse normally in their presence.”
Secondly, if you won’t co out, I’m going to arrest you on the spot for arson in the na of the Greater London Police Departnt.
However, I’m lucky to inform you that thanks to Britain’s efforts throughout last year, under the newly passed “Physical Assault Law,” only arson committed at key military industrial locations like the Royal Dockyards is subject to hanging.
So, you needn’t worry about your neck being strung up on the gallows.
Given that the only loss is a handkerchief, at most you’d be sentenced to three years of hard labor.”
“Charles, consider it a favor for , and please co out of the cage quickly.
The Prosecution Office for the London area is about to be established, and I don’t want the first case I handle as a representative of the police to be convicting my most scientifically enlightened friend.”
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