Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 50 )
‘Could you be available this evening, at say 7.30p.m. at the Whitechapel Mortuary, both of the cadavers are there. I’d like your opinion, call it a test if you so wish? I want to see how much your opinions vary from those of your learned colleagues,’ the emphasis he placed on learned sounded just a tad sarcastic, I was beginning to warm to Abberline. I just had to watch my words around him.
‘Yes! that shouldn’t be a problem, unless I’m called to a medical emergency, but if that should occur I will inform you. Hopefully I will join you there as arranged.’ I replied.
Now this was getting interesting, especially from my own point of view, but I would have to tread warily one thing was blatantly obvious, Abberline was no fool. Was he trying to lure me in to giving the game away, or did he just want his own tame physician, it was hard to read the man?
I arrived at the Mortuary as we had arranged, Abberline was waiting outside smoking a cigarette, ‘Excuse my vice, Doctor but I like one before I go in there, it’s not my favourite place and I visit it far too often,’ he remarked sombrely.
‘It’s not a problem, Inspector, I know that in your line of work you must encounter some grisly sights, the terrible things we humans inflict on each other!’ I said in sympathy.
(C) Damian Grange 2018