Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 65 )
I often wonder how Mary feels now, is she content with her lot as a whore. Or does she wish she were back here, safe with me, but life is full of choices. And alas poor Mary, she made a very poor one, a very poor one indeed and one that will ultimately lead to her demise. But she made the choice, with no doubt a little help from her friends, but her friends are dwindling rapidly. I wonder who she will reach out too, when she is left all alone.
Last night I had, what I can only term as an awkward moment. I had been to see a sick patient at his home, when I was stopped and accosted by three Policemen. They were not local, they had obviously been drafted in from another area. I was detained, a little roughly I might add by two of them, whilst the other set himself up as my inquisitor.
I attempted to explain who I was and that I had been about my legitimate business visiting a sick patient, but they were having none of it. It seemed that they imagined themselves the heroes who had apprehended Jack the Ripper!
The more I protested my innocence, the more certain they seemed of my guilt. As you can probably imagine, a most uncomfortable situation, to say the very least. The two Constables who were holding on too me, quite forcefully, I might add, seemed to think it a fine idea to beat a confession out of me. Whilst I do not fear physical violence, I thought they were letting the situation get out of hand.
(C) Damian Grange 2018