Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 137 )
‘I can understand your misgivings, but even as we speak, there is a lady, a Miss Emily Hobhouse, who has started a charity to help the Boer wives and children. She is coming here on a fact finding mission and she will report her findings, there will be no cover-ups and she will not be silenced, she has many friends in high places,’ explained Arthur.
‘I apologise for doubting you, but I’m just a poor general practitioner, I don’t mingle with the rich and famous the way that you appear too.’ ‘It’s fine!’ said Arthur, ‘In your position I would probably have reacted in a similar way, you may have not mixed with the famous but what about your brushes with the infamous?’
‘Infamous?’ I repeated, not understanding where this conversation was leading. ‘Yes Infamous! weren’t you based at the Whitechapel Infirmary during the Ripper’s reign of terror, and were you not involved in his pursuit?’ ‘I was, I admit involved, but purely as a second opinion by Inspector Abberline, a man for whom I have a great deal of affection and respect, Why do you ask?’
‘I was contemplating a Sherlock Holmes story where Sherlock apprehends and unmasks the Ripper, I’m sure it would be popular, after all he was never apprehended.’ ‘I hate to burst your bubble, but if anyone is to apprehend Jack the Ripper, it will be Inspector Frederick Abberline of Division ‘H’. He is still investigating a number of suspects, he will not cease until he has his man. I am not decrying your fictional detective, but Fred Abberline is the real thing, a dedicated man.’
(c) Damian Grange 2019