Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 87 )
Much as I had expected, Mary paid me a visit at the Infirmary. She had no illness as such, unless you class fear of impending doom as an illness. she apologised profusely for any wrongs that I may have considered she had done me and pleaded with me to forgive her and return to the way things were before she had the abortion.
I told her that as this had come out of the blue, as it were, I would have to carefully consider, as it concerned not only myself, but the other members of my household. she started to cry and pleaded with me that her life was at stake.
But I remained unmoved, ‘Write down your address, and I will call and see you on the night of the eighth to give you my decision!’ She hugged me to her and kissed me on the cheek. At one time it would have meant something, but not now, I am immune to her charms. Especially as I know she only seeks to use me, again.
The eighth was the first number that came in to my head, just long enough for her to be ready to beg, and also for the Police to begin to get a little more relaxed about their duties. The eighth would be a good day to die, and so she must!
Or if not the eighth, she would certainly be dead come the ninth, for her death was my avowed intention, I saw no other option,
(C) Damian Grange 2018