Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 48 )
The man walked in to my office, unannounced, he was obviously a man who was used to getting his own way. ‘Good Morning Doctor, he said by way of introduction, ‘I am Inspector Frederick Abberline of ‘H’ Division, which of course takes in Whitechapel. ‘Are you here in some sort of official capacity or is this merely a social call?’ I chose my words carefully, I had heard of Abberline, he might be a fitting adversary.
‘Actually I’m here to ask you a favour, we have never met, but I of course know you by repute and the good work you have been doing locally, you may or may not know, but I am one of the Investigating Officers of the so-called Ripper Murders’ he stated. I smiled and said light-heartedly, ‘I trust I’m not a suspect?’
‘I can assure you, that thought had never crossed my mind? he spoke with a slight Southern accent, I found out later that he originated from Dorset. ‘In that case, how can I be of service to you or the Police, depending on whether this is a personal or general matter?’ I queried trying to seek him out.
‘I take it that by now you are aware of the so-called Ripper Murders, now I’m an ordinary copper, I’m a thief taker and good at it, but I will admit to being a little out of my depth on this case. When the Nichols woman was killed, we had a local Doctor on the scene quite quickly due to one of my lads being on the ball, If we are to catch the Ripper, local knowledge will be the key, That’s why I need your help. We have a Doctor at Division but he already has more work than he can manage, So what do you say, can I count on your support?
(C) Damian Grange 2018