London streets, a heavy downpour.
Arthur sat in a speeding carriage, the rough ride causing the pipe in his mouth to tremble up and down, occasionally sending out sparks.
Although it was still office hours, Arthur had not chosen to wear his uniform but had casually put on a dark coat with a wide-brimmed hat covering his eyes and a high collar hiding the corners of his mouth, concealing his expressions.
This was the purpose of his attire; he did not want others to recognize who he was.
Sitting next to him, Louis opened the carriage window, and before he could look out, he heard the sound of young people's shouts and protests mingling with the rain hitting the bluestones.
"Mr. Bentham, we want to see Mr. Bentham!"
"At this time, we earnestly request Mr. Bentham to continue leading us as he has for the past thirty years!"
