It is the first week of November, 1866 & the Lord Mayor’s Parade of 1866 is about to get under way. Sir Thomas Gabriel was elected on Michaelmas (Sept 29th) and is about to be brought before the Queen as is custom so she may know who will be the head of the Corporation of London.
Preparations for this event start almost as soon as the election on Michaelmas is concluded and the groups involved in making sure everything happens successfully are many. One of these many groups are the Police, both the Met and the City of London Police. Whilst the CoL Police force would love to leave out the Metropolitan, they can’t due to the security concerns of the members of the peerage involved in and around the procession and goings on. Our Police Constable (PC) has been asked to help out the members of the Carriage committee. Whether this is honest or mean-spirited is hard to tell, but our PC is the only horse Beastman on the force.
Going over to the Guildhall on the 5th of November, our PC finds a great panic going on. The grand carriage of the Parade has been stolen! As well as four of the grand black horses of the Queen who pull the carriage. As he is the first officer on scene (they have been trying for the last couple of hours to figure out this on their own before the PC got there), they will relate to him what has happened.
At about four in the morning, one of the regular patrols of the grounds came through the courtyard where the carriage was being polished to find it missing. He knew this could not be an easy task as the carriage is gilt and therefore heavy. Looking in the area he remembered the carriage to be he discovered that horses were used (a puddle of urine was there) and he then jogged over to the far side of the yard where the Queen’s horses were being stables. Gone, all four, including all the leather harness and rigging for the carriage. He went in and awoke the soon to be leaving Lord Mayor and his staff and they have gone over every inch of the Guildhall trying to work out what has happened. How no one heard anything is right impossible to figure out (or at least no one has bothered thinking about it) & no one as well saw anything while the PC assigned to Guildhall night duty was on his rounds.