Jack The Ripper: Newly Discovered Adventures of Sherlock Holmes by Holy Ghost Writer
Authors: Holy Ghost Writer
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suppose you won’t be the first one to touch the body?”
The coroner looked confused. “Hello, Inspector. No, both the man who found her and several policeman have probably had some contact with the victim by now—why do you ask?”
Holmes sighed—it was enough to drive a man to swear. He would never get useable fingerprints at this rate. “No matter, sir. I will speak to Inspector Grant about it later. Tell me, is there anything different about this victim, in your opinion?”
“Well, this one is a little strange. I do believe the murderer was interrupted before he was completely finished. The only mark on the body is her throat being cut from the left side. Only one cut…on the other victims there were two,” the coroner said. “There are no organs removed either. I think that when Diemshutz came into the yard with his cart, the culprit was still here and spooked the horse—Diemshutz said the horse almost overturned the cart. The murderer was probably hiding in the bushes. Had Diemshutz and his wife alerted the police at that moment, we may have found the fellow in the vicinity.”
“That would have been a great feat to accomplish. But as it is, he had opportunity enough to escape, as the witness put up his horse and fetched his wife first. That probably took a fair amount of time,” Holmes said thoughtfully.
Holmes searched the bushes to see if he could find any sign of where the killer had hidden. There were several places where the grass was tamped down, and Holmes knew the thickness of it had probably muffled the sound of footsteps retreating. The murderer could so easily have been seen if it had not been dark! Drat! This could have been the end of it, he thought.
Holmes caught an officer and had him go around and take the names of everyone at the scene and the neighbors for a list of witnesses. Holmes would go over the list at the precinct and arrange for the witnesses he needed to come in for an interview. He stayed alert for any item or clue that could have been associated with himself, in case the killer had left something to tie him to the crime. This time, though, it appeared The Ripper was in such a hurry that he did not have time to plant false evidence.
About the time the body was being loaded into the cart that would take it to the morgue, a ripple of disturbance and intense whispering swept through the crowd. Holmes noticed his friend Dr. Watson walking toward him at a brisk pace.
“What has happened?” Holmes asked him.
“There has been another murder in Mitre Square, London City.”
“What?” Holmes asked in surprise. “Another, so soon?”
“Are you finished here?” Dr. Watson asked.
“Yes, for the time being. They are taking the body now to the morgue. We will go there later, but now we must go to the new scene,” Holmes told Dr. Watson as he motioned to Inspector Grant and told him of his plans.
“I have brought my horse and carriage, so we can be on our way,” Dr. Watson told Holmes.
They arrived on scene about 2:30 A.M. The place was already full of police from London City. Holmes and Dr. Watson found out the woman had been dead for only half an hour. That meant the killer had come there straightaway and committed the murder—perhaps he had been frustrated at not being able to properly finish up the last one.
The victim was Catherine Eddowes, forty-three years of age. Jack the Ripper’s signature cut was there, through the throat to the spine, and her abdomen had been cut open. Part of her large intestine had been draped over her left shoulder and another piece had been cut and placed under her right arm as if for some sort of decoration. Her arms were outstretched and one leg bent. Her left kidney and part of her uterus had been removed. Something different had been done to this victim, though. Her face had cuts and bruises on it; her eyelids were cut through. There was no blood below the middle of the body, although an ungodly amount from the waist up. Her
The coroner looked confused. “Hello, Inspector. No, both the man who found her and several policeman have probably had some contact with the victim by now—why do you ask?”
Holmes sighed—it was enough to drive a man to swear. He would never get useable fingerprints at this rate. “No matter, sir. I will speak to Inspector Grant about it later. Tell me, is there anything different about this victim, in your opinion?”
“Well, this one is a little strange. I do believe the murderer was interrupted before he was completely finished. The only mark on the body is her throat being cut from the left side. Only one cut…on the other victims there were two,” the coroner said. “There are no organs removed either. I think that when Diemshutz came into the yard with his cart, the culprit was still here and spooked the horse—Diemshutz said the horse almost overturned the cart. The murderer was probably hiding in the bushes. Had Diemshutz and his wife alerted the police at that moment, we may have found the fellow in the vicinity.”
“That would have been a great feat to accomplish. But as it is, he had opportunity enough to escape, as the witness put up his horse and fetched his wife first. That probably took a fair amount of time,” Holmes said thoughtfully.
Holmes searched the bushes to see if he could find any sign of where the killer had hidden. There were several places where the grass was tamped down, and Holmes knew the thickness of it had probably muffled the sound of footsteps retreating. The murderer could so easily have been seen if it had not been dark! Drat! This could have been the end of it, he thought.
Holmes caught an officer and had him go around and take the names of everyone at the scene and the neighbors for a list of witnesses. Holmes would go over the list at the precinct and arrange for the witnesses he needed to come in for an interview. He stayed alert for any item or clue that could have been associated with himself, in case the killer had left something to tie him to the crime. This time, though, it appeared The Ripper was in such a hurry that he did not have time to plant false evidence.
About the time the body was being loaded into the cart that would take it to the morgue, a ripple of disturbance and intense whispering swept through the crowd. Holmes noticed his friend Dr. Watson walking toward him at a brisk pace.
“What has happened?” Holmes asked him.
“There has been another murder in Mitre Square, London City.”
“What?” Holmes asked in surprise. “Another, so soon?”
“Are you finished here?” Dr. Watson asked.
“Yes, for the time being. They are taking the body now to the morgue. We will go there later, but now we must go to the new scene,” Holmes told Dr. Watson as he motioned to Inspector Grant and told him of his plans.
“I have brought my horse and carriage, so we can be on our way,” Dr. Watson told Holmes.
They arrived on scene about 2:30 A.M. The place was already full of police from London City. Holmes and Dr. Watson found out the woman had been dead for only half an hour. That meant the killer had come there straightaway and committed the murder—perhaps he had been frustrated at not being able to properly finish up the last one.
The victim was Catherine Eddowes, forty-three years of age. Jack the Ripper’s signature cut was there, through the throat to the spine, and her abdomen had been cut open. Part of her large intestine had been draped over her left shoulder and another piece had been cut and placed under her right arm as if for some sort of decoration. Her arms were outstretched and one leg bent. Her left kidney and part of her uterus had been removed. Something different had been done to this victim, though. Her face had cuts and bruises on it; her eyelids were cut through. There was no blood below the middle of the body, although an ungodly amount from the waist up. Her
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