Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 38 )
But let the harpies prattle on, The more they tease me, the more painful and tortured will be their final hours.
My main priority is my clinic at the Infirmary, whilst I am serving and curing the populace of Whitechapel. I am a man to be looked up too and sought out as a friend. Almost everyone in Whitechapel knew me or knew of me by repute.
They know that I endeavour to save and enhance lives, never take them. When I am ready to embark on my killing spree. I’m the very last person anyone in Whitechapel would suspect.
It was around this time that fortune for once favoured me. Two policemen turned up at the clinic, escorting Mc Ginty between them. They showed me a parcel of cutlery and one of them said, ‘Do you recognise this cutlery, Sir’ I did of course, it was my own.
‘What seems to be the problem, Officer?’ I queried. ‘We caught this man trying to pawn your silver, Sir,’ replied the policeman. ‘He is my valet, but unfortunately he’s not the brightest, I instructed him to take the silver to be cleaned and polished, there as obviously been a misunderstanding.’ I explained as best I could. ‘You may leave this matter in my hands, I will get to the bottom of this!’ I stated, they took their leave and left.
(C) Damian Grange 2018