Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 18 )
To my surprise and delight I secured the position, I was now resident Physician at the Whitechapel Infirmary. I sold my surgery in South Kensington. incurring a small loss, I had only myself to blame, no one wants to buy a run – down practice.
I found a sound, but slightly dilapidated house in the better part of Whitechapel, if indeed there was such a thing, but it suited my purpose, it was within walking distance of the Infirmary.
I advertised for a couple to live in, Cook / Housekeeper and Valet / Handyman, the only applicants were the McGinty’s. Their references were not impeccable, but then neither were mine, so I decided to give them a chance.
Mrs McGinty was a treasure, who soon proved her worth, her husband, was he had stated an ex- soldier, I couldn’t imagine anything less soldier like, both in his bearing and his shiftless ways. But even McGinty proved to have his uses, as it turned out.
And so, here I was in the Spring of Eighteen Eighty-Five making a fresh start to my life. Isabelle was all but forgotten. The important thing now was to regain my reputation as a Physician. I would make the trustees of the Whitechapel Infirmary, proud that they had seen fit to employ me.
Mrs McGinty was a wonderful cook, and with a full meal inside me I soon forsook the longing for cheap gin, not only that but I had my reputation to restore. Roly could have his Harley Street Practice, peddling placebos to elderly dowagers. But I was in Whitechapel, here there were real people, with real ailments, here I was needed!
(c) Damian Grange 2017