Greenwich District police station, inside the Police Superintendent's office.
Arthur took off his civilian clothes and changed back into his familiar police uniform.
Agares, leaning on his chair, asked teasingly, "How do you plan to save that little girl named Robin? If I may be so bold, she probably worked too long at the textile factory and contracted a lung disease. I'm afraid that kind of illness isn't so easily cured."
As Arthur was buttoning up his uniform, he replied, "Agares, stop with your cold remarks. If you have a way, just spit it out."
"Oh, Arthur, it's not that I don't want to help you, it's just that medicine really isn't my field of expertise. I excel in mathematics, astronomy, and linguistics."
"As for medical matters, you would do better to ask Baal than me, at least Baal knows how to create plagues, that lord of the flies knows about this stuff."
Arthur took out the Royal Society pass issued to him by the Duke of Sussex from his drawer.