"Yes, 1829, that was when I joined Scotland Yard too." Arthur reminisced, "I still remember back then, Scotland Yard was less like a police station and more like a makeshift troupe. Our uniforms were hastily sewn, the officer's badge numbers were rushed by a copper, and the headquarters office was just a wall away from the old stables—you could smell the manure every time you went past."
Victoria couldn't help but laugh at his words, "Why did you decide to become a police officer then? Why not work for a bank?"
