Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 107 )
We returned upstairs to the Ladies, and no more was said on the subject. Fred was a friend but also a Policeman, oft times the lines got a little blurred.
Fred Abberline would make a good poker player, he kept his cards very close to his chest and his face gave away nothing. I do not think he saw me as a suspect, but there was always that smidgen of doubt lurking at the back of my mind.
After the party was over, and the Abberline’s and their guest had left, I went through to the parlour poured myself a large brandy and tried to think things through.
Here we were on the cusp of the year, eighteen hundred and eighty nine, and I still had no idea how to seek my redemption. I was owed some leave from the Infirmary, so I decided to visit my older sibling the Reverend Giles and see what advice he might offer.
And so, with everything arranged on the 2nd of January I caught the train to take me to my Brother’s parish, maybe with his help I could resolve my problem. when I arrived at his home I was given a very warm welcome, but then we had always been close, there was never any sibling rivalry between us.
Once I had settled in the room allotted me, I sought out my brother, I found him in his study, poring over parish accounts I asked, ‘Was it alright to disturb him?’
‘Please do! this is a necessary chore, but one that I am happy to delay!’ was his reply. ‘I don’t really know where to start, my thoughts are a little confused, to say the least ‘ was my opening line. ‘Well, Don’t worry, Jack! I’m sure that between us we can come to some solution!’ consoled my elder brother.
(C) Damian Grange 2018