Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 136 )
After leaving the Commandant’s office, I made my way to the makeshift hospital for a confrontation with Arthur. I was furious that he had not explained about the Commandant’s condition. I burst in to his office shouting, ‘ Damn you, Arthur, why didn’t you warn me?’
‘Because I wanted you to see first-hand what you were up against, what did you think of the creature, Sorry!’ he stifled a grin, ‘Our Commandant!’ ‘Are you the one supplying his opiates?’ I almost accused. ‘Not guilty, I suspect he has a contact at the Cape and they come via the Mail wagon, but thinking is one thing, proving it another,’ replied a very subdued Arthur.
‘I’m sorry , its not on, that I should accuse you, I was just so shaken by his condition, he appears to be a man living on borrowed time!’ I apologised. ‘And with the pain, and the opiates that he is obviously self administering, the man is slowly spiralling in to madness, with the inmates of this camp, his victims,’ was his reply.
‘Is there nothing we can do to stop him?’ I implored Arthur. ‘Unbeknown to anyone here, I have already put the wheels in motion, I have sent a list of my complaints in pamphlet form, and because of my fame as an author, people will take notice. It is a damning indictment of General Kitchener’s policies toward the Boer’s and Governmental disinterest.’
‘You think the power of your name, will reach to the corridors of power and allow improvements to be made out here. I applaud your generosity of spirit but aren’t you being a little over confident.’
(C) Damian Grange 2019