Crown Prince Baelish Walter sat in the carriage, flipping through a collection of detective and doctor short stories, very interested in the secret author behind Arthur Conan Doyle.
Despite utilizing many resources, he had been unable to locate Mr. Arthur's real identity.
Perhaps the editor-in-chief knew his real identity, but Baelish felt that no matter how daring or insane he was, he couldn't possibly take action against his father's old friend.
Doing so would be no different from seeking one's own death.
"Your Highness, the task is complete," came a response from outside the carriage.
"Good," replied Baelish in a succinct manner, "Lawrence, let's go."
As he instructed the coachman, he turned his head towards the window.
Outside the window, flames were emerging from a mansion, and his subordinates were retreating from the scene.
