Arthur wasn't annoyed, he simply picked up the coat from the hat rack: "Mr. Murphy, I've been working in the Police Intelligence Department for as long as you've been Sheriff. If I really wanted to forge letters, it wouldn't just be to take a stroll around Albion Villa. If you're worried about trouble, then pretend I never came today, and I won't reveal that I visited you before breaking into Albion Villa."
Just as Arthur finished speaking, the door of the Sheriff's office was pushed open.
Standing outside were several armed men, led, of course, by the sharpshooter Thomas Plunkett.
Seeing them arrive, Arthur immediately asked, "Have you notified Mr. Zhongma and Mr. Carter?"
"We have." Plunkett holstered his revolver: "Mr. Zhongma, Mr. Carter, Mr. Disraeli, and Mr. Dickens, they've all gotten out of bed. From what they said, it seems they're planning to split up and wake newspaper journalists living in various inns within the city in four directions: east, west, south, and north."
