Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 150 )
I enjoyed my time aboard the liner, there was plenty to occupy my mind. The civilians on board were very curious about my exploits in South Africa. Most went away disappointed when I explained that although wearing the King’s uniform, I was merely an Army Doctor.
Once they realised that I had no gory or heroic exploits to titillate them, I was left well alone, which to be quite honest suited me. I have always been a man that likes to pick his own company, not to be a pawn of someone else’s choosing.
Besides, I needed time on my own, I had my future to arrange. I was returning to England with no job, which equates to no future. But on the plus side I had a reasonable amount of back pay from the Army, and also, whilst I have been away. The McGinty’s have been taking in paying guests under the supervision of my solicitor, so I should be comfortable for a month or two or until I come to a decision.
I could resume my post at the Whitechapel Infirmary, but I tend to view that as a backward step, and that particular building has too many memories of the kind that I would rather forget, and so I think that is a definite no!
I am still quite keen on the idea of opening a surgery at my home, I know I have done this before and failed miserably, but it was mainly due to my circumstances at the time. Nowadays I am a more mature man, who only drinks socially, and even then in moderation.
Gone are the frailties of my younger years, I like to think of myself as an older and much wiser man, but for all that. I will still seek my Brother’s advice.
(C) Damian Grange 2019