Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 144 )
I have a house in the respectable part of Whitechapel, I have the staff and the necessary space, why not set up my own practice. The people locally know my reputation. I have more or less made up my mind, but I will ask Giles for his blessing and approval, personally it seems a logical move, but he may think differently.
Now I know that my time here in Africa is almost at an end, I wake each day with a smile on my face and a willingness to face whatever the day offers. Arthur remarked on how cheerful I had become, ‘It’s because I will soon be going home, back to England’s green and pleasant land, or at least that’s the way I see it.
‘If this is your first time abroad, I can understand that, the first time that I travelled abroad I longed to return home to Edinburgh and my family home. Would you consider working for the Military again?’ he questioned.
‘Possibly, it would depend where, and in what capacity, why?’ ‘Germany is starting to flex its muscles, it is land and power hungry, you know about the Franco – Prussian war, that was just the beginning, it will not be for a while, but they are expanding their forces and improving their weaponry, and it’s not for defence.
‘When and where do you think it will start?’ I asked, for he had piqued my interest. ‘I would say ten to fifteen years at the most, they have to train and mobilise their troops’
(C) Damian Grange 2019