Jack the Ripper Page #4

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We have two different opinions

about the killer's appearance.

- May I say something, Inspector?

- Please, go ahead.

I believe that we are talking

about two different people here.

I feel quite certain

that the man whom Miss Higgins described

and who is also suspected by Miss Lulu

is the only one

who could have killed Sally Brown.

The other one is not worth considering.

How can you be so sure?

The short, fat one she left the bar with

was described as drunk.

- That's right.

- The murderer could have breathed on you.

He hadn't had a drop of alcohol.

I can swear to that.

The mouth is similar. I remember it.

The lips are a bit thinner,

and he has Slavic cheekbones.

A lofty brow...

Yes, that's right,

the wrinkles on the forehead.

The hair doesn't cover the ears.

Rather large ears, they are.

That's him exactly. But he wasn't in

our establishment the night Sally was killed.

He was there a few nights earlier.

He came to my table.

Yes, he invited me to his house.

He would have paid a lot of money,

if I'd gone along.

- Why didn't you go with him?

- I still get a hot flush thinking about it.

I said no because I had my period.

It was the second day, which is the worst.

Can't you at least prevent

the most intimate revelations?

That's something perfectly normal.

I just say it like it is.

Blondie,

can't you see she can't remember it?

She had her last period

in Methuselah's days.

- Ladies, you're at Scotland Yard.

- Inspector Selby.

What is it?

Yes.

- Yes.

- Reliable.

Thanks, Miller.

Mr Pritchard, my scepticism

about your nose has proved unfounded.

They found a thorn when they dissected

one of Sally Brown's hands.

Closer examination has revealed

that it's from the Aechmea plant,

a tropical plant with a very bitter smell.

It's the same smell

that you had detected on the murderer.

What do you think, my friend?

Have you seen this man before?

Well, the face looks somewhat familiar,

but I can't recall where I might have seen it.

No.

I hope you don't mind

that I'm picking you up. I had to see you.

- Have you had a hard day?

- Hard enough.

- Oh, I've forgotten my bag.

- Never mind. I'm used to bigger problems.

Just a moment, madam.

We'll sort this out.

- Milady.

- Anthony, follow him. That was the killer.

No, the other way.

- What are you doing? What do you want?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- Your behaviour is extremely disconcerting.

- It was a mistake.

Sir, you are talking to Lord Salisbury,

if that means anything to you.

Marika!

What a minx!

Isn't that your ex?

She's put on a lot of weight.

She's putting on quite a show.

Well, at least she's livening up the place.

Miss Lulu is lucky to have found her.

- That whets your appetite.

- You're such a gourmet.

- Flowers, pretty flowers.

- I'll have some, please.

Keep the change.

- I'm a big flirt.

- Oh, you too?

Hello. There you are.

- We could just go for one little drink.

- All right, if we must.

I really liked the flowers,

but why didn't you wait for me inside?

I thought it was too loud and too depraved.

You're a posh one, aren't you?

You don't mingle with the mob.

- Where are you taking me, darling?

- Gee up! You'll see where I'm taking you.

The flower woman said

you'd probably give me ten shillings.

Hey, listen, you're not

one of those odd birds, are you?

- What do you mean?

- You might demand odd things of me.

I met a guy once who insisted

I go to the cemetery with him.

I had to sleep with him on his wife's grave.

- You don't want anything like that, do you?

- No, I don't want anything like that.

Darling.

Gee up!

- So, where we are we going? It's so far.

- Gee up!

Where are you taking me?

Nobody lives here.

Don't scare me.

I really don't like jokes.

How much longer are we going to drive

through the dark? You can't do this to me.

What's the matter? Say something.

I don't like this at all.

This place gives me the creeps somehow.

No! Help!

Help!

Help!

Stop!

No! No!

I'm suffocating. No!

Don't!

Don't! Please don't!

You'll be glad when we're finally on tour,

won't you?

Yes.

And what about your boyfriend, Anthony?

It's a shame.

Yes, it is.

It's unfortunate for him that Scotland Yard's

search for the killer hasn't been successful.

People don't like seeing

a Scotland Yard inspector

taking home a pretty dancer like you

in the evening,

while Jack the Ripper

is slipping through his fingers.

Yes.

To make matters worse,

the Times prints those readers' letters.

- Is that you, Charlie?

- We have something to discuss.

- At this hour?

- I've made an effort to come here in secret,

so you can be sure that I have my reasons.

- But not now.

- I think now is the best time.

- I don't know why you're here, either.

- Don't you? The main thing is that I know.

This way, I can jog your memory a bit.

I don't understand. You're talking in riddles.

If I were you, I would have a good think.

Then you might realise why I'm here.

I'm really sorry, but I'm very tired,

and I don't want Mrs Baxter to be disturbed.

Hold on! Just a minute.

I know that you are Jack the Ripper.

That will cost you a pretty penny.

You do realise that, don't you?

Don't worry, I don't want to grass on you.

Although I do have enough proof.

- More than enough.

- How much?

500 guineas, and I'll leave you alone.

- And where should I get the money from?

- Your relatives at Buckingham Palace.

Doctor?

Doctor?

Excuse me.

What a waste.

Look at that, a new girl.

I'm surprised you still dare to come here.

Aren't you afraid? You're just the type he's

after. But don't worry, I'll keep an eye on you.

If you protect me, I'll feel safe.

I'm honoured by your trust,

but what do I get out of it?

It's nothing compared to the other one.

Hello, pretty child. How about it, you and

me? I'll buy you bottle of champagne.

- No, thanks. I don't want any champagne.

- Well, I never!

- Hello. Why don't you sit down?

- No, thanks. I'm looking for someone.

What a pity.

- Good evening, Ruppert.

- Good evening, Inspector.

- This is the mother.

- Why didn't you inform me earlier?

You need your sleep.

A gardener from Kensington Park said

he'd found blood and a woman's clothes,

so I started an investigation. And that's

when the mother, Mrs Stevenson, came.

The missing girl is called Marika Stevenson,

a girl from the country

who used to perform at Pike's Hole

as a singer and dancer.

That's where she was last seen.

I'm Inspector Selby. Your daughter's

disappearance is really very mysterious.

- Has she been found yet?

- No. But you shouldn't fear the worst yet.

Don't raise false hopes.

My Marika always came home.

Despite her profession,

I could always rely on her,

even if she came home very late.

She knew I would be worried.

But you don't care.

You and your policemen are unflappable.

While you and your sort

are having a good time in posh bars,

my poor child is cut into pieces by this guy.

But what does it matter? One harlot less

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