The iron door of the solitary cell slowly closed, and darkness once again enveloped the room.
In the lightless environment, Jones readjusted for a moment before he could clearly see Arthur in front of him.
Arthur today, with his damp hair slicked back, wore no uniform but a white shirt and tight riding pants.
If he had added a cowboy hat and suspenders, Arthur's appearance might have resembled more that of a North American plains cowboy rather than a police officer from Scotland Yard.
Arthur lifted his leg and stepped forward, causing Jones to shrink back in fear by half a step, but after a moment, he stopped and remained where he was.
Stiffening his resolve, he swallowed and then spoke, "Superintendent."
"Don't call me 'Superintendent.'"
