Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 21 )
Doctor Jack’s Journal – April 5th 1886
The strangest thing happened yesterday, Catherine Eddowes, an habitual drinker and woman of low repute visited my surgery with a younger woman in toe, who was almost her complete opposite. She was blond with rosy cheeks, slightly plump but very comely. She had nice manners and an endearing accent. She was dressed smartly, if not fashionably. I have the impression that she is a high-class shopgirl who is down on her luck. All who are seeking a fresh start seem to land in Whitechapel, only the Lord knows why? I am a little concerned for her welfare, Cathy Eddowes and her kind will soon tempt her with tales of easy money. I have no inclination as to her finances, but I fear for her morals. As a Gentleman, I feel obligated to offer her succour. When I see her next week, I will carefully broach the subject.
Things were going very well at the Infirmary, due to the experiments I was performing in my cellar, I had managed to find cures for several of the working classes occupational ailments. I had published papers on these, and achieved a certain acclaim from my peers. Mc Ginty was finally proving his worth. The specimen’s he obtained were invaluable to my research.
I had endeavoured to put Mary Jane Kelly to the back of my mind, but she kept stealing unbidden in to my thoughts, I would have to try and resolve something with her at our next meeting. It is not my place to judge her, but I have no liking for the type of company that she appears to be keeping.
Due to my pre-occupation with improving the lives of my many patients, I am not sleeping well, my mind always seems to be in overdrive. So, as a form of relaxation, I have taken to walking the streets at night. I leave and return from my cellar, so none in the house know that I have gone.
I am finding it intriguing wandering the alleys, rat runs and streets that make up the Borough of Whitechapel, an area, the populace whose lives I seek to improve, health wise at least. On my nocturnal jaunts, I am often accosted by the Eddowes creature and others of her kind, who would sell their very souls for two-pennyworth of gin. Lord! I pray Mary is resisting their temptations, I’m sure they are tempting her!
(C) Damian Grange 2017