Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 59 )
I confirmed our meeting at the Mortuary and took my leave, things were ticking over nicely, or so it would seem. Once things had been settled at the scene and Abberline returned to his office. He sent for the Constable, who had been sent to collect the Doctor. The Constable knocked and entered the Inspector’s office, ‘You wanted me? Sir!’ ‘Yes! I did, just a couple of questions about when you fetched the Doctor for me?’ ‘Ask away, Sir!’ replied the Constable. ‘Where was the Doctor, when you arrived to collect him?’ ‘His Housekeeper answered the door to admit me, I waited in the hallway whilst she went upstairs to inform him of my presence. I assume he was in bed, after a few moments he appeared, his hair was tousled and he was yawning as if he had just woken up.’ stated the Constable. ‘When he put on his coat was it wet or did you see any wet clothing or damp patches in the hallway?’ queried the Inspector. ‘His coat was perfectly dry, Sir! and there were no obvious marks or scuffs in the Hallway,’ ‘Thank you, Constable, you can go off duty now, you were very helpful.’
The Constable left, And Inspector Abberline sat twirling his moustache, ‘Damn, Damn, Damn,’ He thought, ‘Is he playing with me, or have I one suspect too many, he appears to have the weapons, and the knowledge of where and how to use them. But am I playing him, or is he playing me, that it would seem is the question?
(C) Damian Grange 2018