"Greetings, Sir Arthur," said the officer, having to hold his hat with one hand and keep a firm grip on his waist with the Civilization Cane to prevent a thief hidden among the crowd from making off with his equipment: "Do you need help?"
Although the three officers looked rather disheveled, they stood in front of Arthur with their eyes shining with undisguised surprise and joy.
"Is it you?" Arthur looked at them, lifting his riding crop to tip his hat: "Brown, Walsh from the Paddington Division, and... Mr. Harrison? Did I get that right?"
The patrolmen exchanged glances, their expressions shifting instantly from surprise to excitement, as if they had heard something unbelievably magical.
Brown and Walsh instinctively tidied their uniforms, while Harrison stood straight and saluted: "Sir, how... how did you know our names?"
