Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 93 )
A couple of days later, after the fuss had died down a little, Inspector Abberline paid me a visit at the Infirmary and asked if I would mind perusing the surgeon’s report and inform him of any conclusions that I might reach. I did so happily, its always good to review one’s handy work. I took the report from him and read through it carefully.
‘ There are two things that strike me, the first being that for some reason he despised this woman, hence the hacking away of her features. The second thing, is that he seems to be escalating, he’s not thinking anymore, he seems to have gone crazy. Which would render him even more dangerous. Or possibly Mary Kelly was the real victim, and the others merely decoys. you may find the killings stop!’
‘ That’s a very pleasant thought, but do you think its really plausible?’ he queried. ‘It’s difficult to say, if the others were decoys, he will just carry om living his life as normal and will probably never be apprehended, but on the other scenario, he will definitely kill again!’ I said with certainty.
‘ You inferred that he may be going crazy, I’m not so sure, what crazy person commits murder in a locked room, Then escapes that room with both the doors and windows locked, and leaves no traces behind. I honestly don’t know what to make of him?’ stated the Inspector tugging at his moustache.
‘I’m sorry that I can’t be more helpful, but I am merely passing an opinion, I could be totally wrong. He may want us to believe he is crazy, we both know he likes playing games, Maybe this is just another of his diversions,’ I said sympathising with Abberline’s dilemma.
‘ Thank you for your assistance, Doctor, may I feel free to call on you again?’ ‘ Of course, Inspector, anytime, I am glad to be of what small assistance I can,’ I replied. ‘ I’ll take my leave then, thank you once again,’ said a departing Abberline.
(C) Damian Grange 2018