Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 51 )
He stubbed his cigarette underfoot and banged on the Mortuary door, we were soon admitted and led to a room where both cadavers were set side by side but with room to walk between them.
Abberline said, ‘Right! Doctor, if you will please examine both of the bodies and inform me of your conclusions, I won’t say what was in the reports I received because I want first to hear your findings?’
I looked at the sheet covering Martha Tabram’s body with some reluctance on my part, I was keen to get to little ‘Polly’ and admire my own handiwork, but I would do as instructed, I would play the game, it could well be my advantage too.
I pulled back the sheet and looked at Martha, she was finally at peace, her wounds had obviously been inflicted by someone in a rage, she had been stabbed again and again, by what to my eyes looked like a bayonet or maybe a sharpened carving knife, it was a brutal attack with every intent to inflict harm on the victim, he had succeeded, she was dead.
I covered Martha’s body, then turned and pulled back the sheet covering ‘Polly’, she looked more contented in death than she ever had in life. I carefully examined her wounds, not my best work, but it had been done in haste. The initial cut across her throat was far from perfect, but the cuts on her abdomen were, she would take but a short time to die, but would be in agony for that time. I was relatively pleased, considering the time factor, a job well done.
I returned the sheet and covered ‘Polly’s cadaver and turned to Abberline and said, ‘ I have my conclusions, but they may surprise you?’ ‘ Surprise me?’ exclaimed Abberline, ‘In what way, may I ask?’
(C) Damian Grange 2018