Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 54 )
‘What can I do to prevent him killing again, I am already under pressure to apprehend him, as you know the tabloids are making a meal of this!’ Abberline asked my advice.
‘I think the only real answer lies in more men on the ground, check points, stop and search, if nothing else it will cause the local villains to lie low. Oh! and while we are on the subject, just a point I would like to raise with you, if I am going to be assisting you with this affair would it be possible for you to issue me with some sort of authorisation to say as much, as you are aware I am out visiting my patients at all hours of the day and night, Most of the local Police know me, but if you are drafting in reinforcements from other divisions it could be quite embarrassing as I often have bloody instruments in my bag. I prefer to sterilise them at home where I have the necessary equipment, I don’t want to seem pushy, but I am sure you can see my predicament?’ I stated.
Abberline smiled, ‘If I did not know you, Doctor, it would be out of the question, but as we have already established that we have a similar train of thought regarding our perpetrator I don’t see it as a problem, just bear with me a moment.’ So saying he took a notebook from out of his inside pocket and wrote me an authorisation to pass through Police lines as I was assisting with the case. He handed it to me and said, ‘Until I require your services again, Doctor, and keep your ears to the ground for local gossip, I’m interested in anything relevant to this case. I took my leave and returned home.
After the Doctor had left, Abberline returned to his office and sat fiddling with his moustache, a habit he had formed when a problem required attention. Had he given in to the Doctor’s request too easily? Why did the Doctor need authorisation? Why was he thinking like this, he liked the man, he had given him the answers he required, albeit in his own way, and in any case I already had the answers, I just sought confirmation. This is stupid, I’m jousting at windmills, I’ll be suspecting myself next, the Doctor can’t be the Ripper, he’s far too good a man!
(C) Damian Grange 2018