Oxford Street, at an inconspicuous coffee shop on the corner.
Arthur, with a pipe in his mouth and a wide-brimmed hat on his head, held in his hands the freshly printed "The Times," the startling headlines of which were enough to strike fear into anyone yearning for a peaceful and stable life.
"The Duke of Wellington has been besieged by the progressive forces of liberty and democracy on the high ground, and we shall annihilate him here,"
"Wellington's top enforcer, Crook, submitted the 'Sedition Bill' draft to the House of Commons, the isolated old nose trying his last desperate gamble,"
"The 'Sedition Bill' faces strong resistance in the House of Commons, the Whig Party collectively votes against it, the Tory Party Peel remains noncommittal about the feasibility of the new bill,"
