Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 62 )

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 62 )

  ‘ Excuse me for saying this!’ said Abberline, ‘ But I sense that you admire him ?’ ‘ Not the man himself, I deplore him, It is his technique that I admire, he his as skilled a surgeon as I have seen anywhere, even in the finest hospitals. Actually on that score I have an idea that I would like to run by you for your opinion on my thoughts?’ I stated.

‘Please be so good as to tell me your thoughts, as you know any input is welcome at the moment as its seems like we are still chasing shadows, as you are aware,’ stated Abberline candidly.

‘What do we really know about our perpetrator, First, He his, a skilled surgeon, with it would appear access to the required tools,’ the Inspector nodded his agreement. ‘Second, he performs his, for want of a better word, operations speedily and in the worst of conditions, bad weather, extremely poor lighting, but he still turns in a first-rate job, you still with me?’

‘ I am listening carefully, I get the overall picture, but not your reasoning?’ stated the Inspector. ‘ Well to take the chances, he takes, he must have nerves of steel my premise is that he might be a military man, who is used to operating under fire and in dire conditions,’ I stopped there I wanted Inspector Abberline to accept the seed that I had planted.

He thought for a moment, stroking his moustache, ‘ Damn! it makes admirable sense, why didn’t I think of that, But why is he killing?’ ‘ Maybe he has witnessed too many deaths and now thinks he can play God!’ was my answer.

(C) Damian Grange 2018