Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 117 )
The next few days flew by, and before I knew it, it was Friday. My brother, Giles had arrived on the morning train and was upstairs getting settled in to his room. I had received a message from the Abberline’s saying that they wouldn’t miss my farewell party for the world. So happily everything was set.
Mrs Mc Ginty had been preparing the meal for several days, I had no inkling of what we were about to receive, only that it would probably the finest meal I would receive this side of the ocean.
Whilst his wife laboured in the kitchen, I had her husband busy upstairs loading my steamer trunk with all the clothes and other necessities that I would need in my new position. As well as the tools of my trade, I instructed him to load my microscope, a few of what I considered essential medical tomes and as many boxes of pills and potions that it would safely carry. I fully intended to be prepared for any emergency.
I spent a pleasant day showing Giles round the sights of London, He was surprised by the squalor and poverty that he encountered. But as I explained to him, the populace of London were not as self-sufficient as their country cousins.
We arrived back home about tea time, plenty of time to relax and prepare ourselves for the evening’s festivities. Personally speaking, it was something of a bitter sweet celebration. I was leaving my home and friends and travelling to a country that might be openly hostile towards me. I knew I was on the road to redemption. But was this truly the way!
(C) Damian Grange 2018