Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 94)

Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 94 )

  I had succeeded, I cannot begin to describe the euphoria I feel, I wanted to sing, dance I loved the whole wide world. I had disposed of the five women I despised the most, with not a trace of suspicion bought to my door.

I believed that at one point, Inspector Abberline, or Fred as I now call him, but not in front of his subordinates. But nothing has been said and I have given him other clues to follow, but although we are friends I would never underestimate his skill as a detective.

He is very astute, he plays down his accomplishments, but he is nobody’s fool. Even though we are friends I am very watchful as to what I say to him, even in jest.

So, you may ask, what are my plans? how will I escape Whitechapel? And my answer would be that as an innocent man I have no need to go anywhere, certainly not in the immediate future.

I have a relatively good position at the Whitechapel Infirmary, I am respected by both my patients and my peers. I regularly have my papers and theories published in the Medical Press. I am a man beyond reproach, and by hiding in plain sight, my stature increases, as does my reputation.

I will serve the public, assist the Police, do my duty and fulfil my oath to whosoever  requires my assistance, and in doing so make my character without a tarnish.

The days turned in to weeks with no disturbances, Then after a month when I believed I was no longer a suspect. Fred Abberline presented himself at the Infirmary, ‘We have another victim, I’d value your opinion as to whether or not she was killed by our man? he said.

(C) Damian Grange 2018

 

 

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