May 13, 1848.
An open lawsuit was published in The Times, demanding that the left-wing newspaper stop "insulting" Emperor Bonaparte and apologize for "insulting" Emperor Bonaparte and damaging the reputation of the Bonaparte family.
At the same time that the Times published the lawsuit, almost all government-leaning newspapers in London published news about the Bonaparte family's request for an apology from left-wing newspapers.
Left-wing newspapers were also not to be outdone and fought back. They claimed that the authenticity of the lawsuit needed to be investigated.
[Pessini secretly went to McGrath's residence, expressed his apology half-truly and left. McGrath believes that this lawsuit was probably written under pressure from the coalition government. 】
The Times also claimed that the lawsuit was genuine and reliable.
For a time, the attention of the entire London public opinion circle shifted from the suppression of the Chartists to the authenticity of the "Bonaparte Letter of Indictment". The United Kingdom government, which successfully diverted the public's attention, quickly swept away the follow-up of the Chartist "petition" movement. Work.
Jérôme Bonaparte was also informed that he was acquitted and could leave the detention center at any time.
London Metropolitan Police District Detention Unit.
The Metropolitan Police Director appeared in the detention center where Jérôme Bonaparte was with a smile on his face and "congratulated" Jérôme Bonaparte: "Prince Jérôme, you can leave now!"
Jérôme Bonaparte put down the "Bonaparte Thoughts" in his hand and said to the Police Minister in surprise: "Dear Minister, which law of the United Kingdom did I break that led to my imprisonment? A week! I hope you can explain it to me!"
"This... this..." The police chief was speechless for a moment.
According to the United Kingdom's Police Act and Public Security Management Act, Jérôme Bonaparte did not engage in subversive work, so his detention was no longer valid.
The Commissioner of Police could not explain directly to Jérôme Bonaparte that the order to imprison him was issued directly by the Minister of the Interior.
Of course, the Police Chief did not know that the source of the order was not the Home Secretary, and that Prime Minister Russell and Prince Albert of Buckingham Palace had discussed it together.
Otherwise, he would... not even dare to talk nonsense!
"You didn't tell us your real name at the time, so we..." the police chief could only explain intermittently.
"What?" Jérôme Bonaparte pretended to be exaggerated and covered his mouth, saying with an expression of disbelief: "Are the laws of the United Kingdom based on identity and background? This is the union that symbolizes freedom. kingdom!"
"No...no! The United Kingdom is a country that abides by the law. All our rules and regulations are carried out in accordance with the laws of the United Kingdom!" The Police Commissioner instantly realized the loopholes in his words and deeds and hurriedly made up for it.
Although the United Kingdom follows the unspoken rules of not punishing the nobles and not treating the mob with courtesy, the unspoken rules are destined to be unspoken rules, and sometimes face-saving projects still need to be done.
Otherwise, the so-called civilized Europe would be nothing more than barbaric Slavs.
"Then Mr. Director!" Jerome Bonaparte pretended to be arrogant and pointed at the Director of the Police Department and said: "If you can't give me a reasonable explanation, I have the right to file a lawsuit with the Metropolitan Police Department! I believe there must be many honest lawyers and journalist friends in the United Kingdom who are willing to accept my lawsuit!"
If Jerome Bonaparte's behavior of openly threatening the Minister of Police was applied to any ordinary person, the result would be that he would disappear from the streets of London one day.
But while the Bonaparte surname brought him unparalleled influence, it also indirectly gave him a "gold medal to avoid death."
No government in the 19th century could openly and physically destroy the "royal family", even if Bonaparte's royal family was nothing more than a false paper tiger.
All the government could do was either imprison (similar to what Louis Philippe did to Louis Napoleon, or Metternich to the King of Rome), or out of sight and out of mind, deportation.
Both of these rights require the consent of the highest level of the United Kingdom government. He, a "little" Police Minister, obviously does not have such great ability.
As the police chief, it sounds nice to say that he has the "power of life and death" in London and several nearby counties. In fact, his power is not as powerful as that of a member of parliament in a peripheral area.
He had reason to believe that once Jérôme Bonaparte launched a lawsuit against the Police Department, those London reporters who could run faster than anyone else would definitely stay close to home day and night.
What's more, now the United Kingdom urgently needs to find a way to divert attention.
Once he is guarded by those dog-like reporters, he may be forced to "sacrifice" for the United Kingdom.
Not to mention whether the position of police chief can be kept, there is a risk of going to jail.
"What exactly do you want to do?" the Police Chief lowered his eyebrows and asked in a weak tone.
"Fair! Fair! Still fair!" Jérôme Bonaparte pointed at the wall of the detention center and said, "Who let me in at the beginning, I will let him in now!"
The police chief did not respond. His sinister eyes kept turning as he weighed the pros and cons and the gains and losses.
After a while, the police chief tapped his foot, seemingly determined.
"Okay! I agree to your terms!"
After saying that, the police chief turned around and yelled at the secretary behind him: "Call that stupid pig over here!"
The secretary instantly understood what the director meant, turned around and trotted away.
After another half an hour, the secretary returned again, this time followed by a fat man who looked like he was mourning for his heir.
This fat man was the arrogant police chief that day.
"Mr. Sheriff, we meet again!" Jérôme Bonaparte smiled and greeted the fat Sheriff "kindly".
"Dear...Your Majesty the Prince!" The fat police chief looked at Jérôme Bonaparte with pleading eyes and said: "Please, forgive me for being disrespectful, I..."
Jerome Bonaparte shook his head in disappointment and said: "Mr. Sheriff, everyone must be responsible for what he does! You and I are no exception!"
Then, his eyes hinted at the director.
The minister stepped forward and announced the dismissal order to the fat police chief, and imprisoned him in the former residence of Jérôme Bonaparte.
"Goodbye, Mr. Former Sheriff, that is my gift to you! I hope you can learn knowledge well in prison!"
Jérôme Bonaparte pointed to "The Abolition of Poverty" and "Bonaparte Thought" and waved his hand as he left the cell of the detention center.
A prince was sent away in the cell, and a former police chief was welcomed into the cell.
