Chapter 91 The Hyde Park Murder Case
London, Bayswater, 36 Lancaster Gate.
Night had fallen, the stars filled the sky outside the window, while indoors the lights shone brightly.
In the spacious dining room there was a long, rectangular ivory-colored dining table. Darwin and Eld were seated on either side of the table in peach-wood chairs, while Arthur sat at the head of the table flipping through a book.
He muttered to himself, "Benjamin Disraeli, could it be that Disraeli who wrote 'Vivian Grey'?"
Eld's face was buried in a freshly baked issue of 'Boudoir Secrets', and while reading he asked, "What about him? Is he famous?"
Darwin, who had been intently studying a natural history magazine, said upon hearing this, "Now that Arthur mentions it, I recall that there has been such a figure in the British literary scene these past few years. However, Disraeli's reputation doesn't seem to be very good, as attacks on him have appeared in various literary magazines every now and then over the last few years."