I am going to Whitechapel,' he told me. 'As you know, I have rooms in several parts of London. For the next three days I shall live among the poor people of White chapel. Nobody will know who I am. I shall talk to them and listen to everything that they tell me.'
'May I come with you?' I asked, but he said, 'No, Watson, you may not. If there is a murder, I shall send for you. I shall need your help, old fellow, have no fear of that!'
I spent a lonely evening in Baker Street. I was asleep when, at half past two in the morning, a cab arrived to take me to Whitechapel. Another woman had met a violent death.
As I travelled through the dark, empty streets, London seemed a strange and ghostly place - it lay there like the body of a great animal, not sleeping but dead.
The driver took me east, towards the poorest parts of the city.
He stopped in a narrow lane off Leadenhall Street. I saw a group of policemen standing under a light, and went up to them. Holmes was not there, but I was introduced to the police doctor. He offered to show me the body.
'I know you are a doctor,' he said, 'but I must warn you. You have never seen anything like this before.'
He led me to a dark corner, where something lay covered on the ground. He held up a light for me to see and pulled back the cover.
No words can describe the awfulness of what I saw then, For a moment my head felt light, I began to shake and was afraid I would fall. The thing on the ground had been a woman, but it was not a woman now. It was no more than blood and meat, cut open and ripped up with a terrible, unnatural violence. I knew now why the killer called himself Jack the Ripper.
The doctor covered the body, and I walked back to the group of policemen.
'Have you seen Mr Holmes?' I asked one of them,
'Oh yes, sir,' he said. 'He was here with Inspector Lestrade.
They carne straight from the other murder.'
'The other murder!' I cried. 'Has there been more than one murder tonight?'
I am going to Whitechapel,' he told me. 'As you know, I have rooms in several parts of London. For the next three days I shall live among the poor people of White chapel. Nobody will know who I am. I shall talk to them and listen to everything that they tell me.''May I come with you?' I asked, but he said, 'No, Watson, you may not. If there is a murder, I shall send for you. I shall need your help, old fellow, have no fear of that!'I spent a lonely evening in Baker Street. I was asleep when, at half past two in the morning, a cab arrived to take me to Whitechapel. Another woman had met a violent death.As I travelled through the dark, empty streets, London seemed a strange and ghostly place - it lay there like the body of a great animal, not sleeping but dead.The driver took me east, towards the poorest parts of the city.He stopped in a narrow lane off Leadenhall Street. I saw a group of policemen standing under a light, and went up to them. Holmes was not there, but I was introduced to the police doctor. He offered to show me the body.'I know you are a doctor,' he said, 'but I must warn you. You have never seen anything like this before.'He led me to a dark corner, where something lay covered on the ground. He held up a light for me to see and pulled back the cover.No words can describe the awfulness of what I saw then, For a moment my head felt light, I began to shake and was afraid I would fall. The thing on the ground had been a woman, but it was not a woman now. It was no more than blood and meat, cut open and ripped up with a terrible, unnatural violence. I knew now why the killer called himself Jack the Ripper.The doctor covered the body, and I walked back to the group of policemen.'Have you seen Mr Holmes?' I asked one of them,'Oh yes, sir,' he said. 'He was here with Inspector Lestrade.They carne straight from the other murder.''The other murder!' I cried. 'Has there been more than one murder tonight?'
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