In that summer, a black carriage once again moved with its usual calm rhythm into London's ancient palace complex.
The twenty-one-gun salute of the coronation ceremony still echoed in the ears of the London citizens, the thundering cannon fire and smoke seemed to bid farewell to the feat this carriage was about to accomplish.
Who is the master of this carriage?
No one else but Executioner Arthur Hastings from the Tower of London and his assistants.
He sat in the carriage, holding that exquisitely carved cane, silent.
Six years ago, it was he who, following the orders of the reactionaries, issued the suppression command to the London Police Force.
Now, if Hastings himself were to die under the "guillotine" blade, what crime should we fabricate against him? Even if people tried their hardest, they couldn't find any concrete explanation within the court's dossiers and White Hall's declassified documents.
