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If I was ever asked which of the curious adventures, which I have been led through by Sherlock Holmes, was by far the most curious, and quite frankly the most frightening, I would not hesitate to state the simple, yet frightening name of "Jack The Ripper"
Upon reaching 221Baker Street, I could faintly hear traces of a mournful violin piece being played. I immediately recognized the piece as one of Holmes favorites while in deep thought over a particularly complex case. Curious as to the nature of the crime, I rapidly entered the building, greeting the landlady, and went up the stairs to my old lodging. But before my hand had even reached for the doorknob, the door suddenly opened revealing a smiling Sherlock Holmes.
"Holmes!" I cried, still surprised "You nearly scared me half to death!" "Good thing it was only half. Come in Watson! Married life has suited you" Holmes stated, ushering me into the all-too-familiar room. More books and odd scientific contraptions had taken residence since my leaving, but that could hardly be helped. I was relieved of my hat and overcoat by Holmes who deftly hanged in a cluttered coat rack, covered with a wide variety of clothes most likely for his master disguises. "Indeed" I replied to him. "How did you know?" I knew I would end to ask this question as to my companion's amazing deduction skills.
Having seated across me into the plush red velvet seats, Holmes leaned back crossing his long legs and placing the tips of his fingers together. "If the considerable increase to your middle, and the absence of dust to your hat and shoes have not been to your wife's delectable cooking and doing aren't clue enough, glowing happiness emanating from you is" Holmes responded.
I patted at the indeed increased bulge of my middle and retorted "You could do with some of my wife's cooking Holmes. You're skin and bones! Even more than usual." I also noted his slightly red-rimmed eyes, knowing opium was the culprit, but said nothing. Holmes use of drugs was a sore topic for him and best left alone. "Ah yes Watson, but who has time to eat when on a case as curious as the one I'm currently on?" Holmes asked.
That pricked my curiosity, and apparently Holmes noticed. "You haven't read the morning's newspaper have you Watson?" he asked, I knew already knowing the answer. He looked at the folded newspaper I was holding and curious I unfolded it and read:
The article went on criticizing the sloppy works of the police force and how they should post a reward as to information of the "Whitechapel Murderer," seeing as this would be of much help to the oblivious law enforcement. I looked horrified from the paper to Holmes' stony face. "Her intestines were next to her?" I asked shocked. "Among other things" he stated his tone cold. I stared at him "What kind of madman would do this?"
"Madman he may be, but he is still cunning. He has successfully killed and mutilated 2 women without being caught. He is crafty enough to blend in with the crowds and not get a single speck of blood on him."
"But how could he? Surely he would be covered in blood!" I cried.
"He slit their throats from right to left, suggesting that he is left- handed, in one fluid motion causing the blood to splatter away from his person. He did with such force that the cuts were as deep enough to reach the neck bone. Afterward, the cutting of her abdomen and collection of the intestines was fairly easy, seeing as the blood flow decreased immensely with death. Such act implies the man to have some anatomical knowledge and skill with a knife, the killer probably being a butcher or a doctor." He explained the gorier details of the crime, ones I shall not write for they thoroughly disgusted and scared me alike.
I was in a rapt estate, listening to every word Holmes was telling me until a realization dawned upon me. "Holmes" I said interrupting his passionate speech about the killer's physiological motives for the crimes.
"Yes, Watson?" he asked, a bit peeved at his interruption.
"How on Earth do you know all this? Even you couldn't possibly gather all this from reading the considerably vague posts!" I exclaimed.
Holmes looked at me with a curious look and simply stated "Why, I'm leading the investigation, of course"
Remember to R&R! ;)
If I was ever asked which of the curious adventures, which I have been led through by Sherlock Holmes, was by far the most curious, and quite frankly the most frightening, I would not hesitate to state the simple, yet frightening name of "Jack The Ripper"
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I remember quite clearly the chilling autumn of '88. It was and
unusually chilly September and I recall the frequent cursing of the
weather by passerbys as I walked up to Baker Street intent on visiting
Holmes, having been abandoned by my self in order to enjoy my newly
established status as a married man. I carried a copy of today's
morning newspaper under my arm, but had not yet examined it. I knew
Holmes had probably already analyzed and solved the day's crimes listed
on the police page, but it was still an old tradition to discuss them
Holmes and old habits die hard.Upon reaching 221Baker Street, I could faintly hear traces of a mournful violin piece being played. I immediately recognized the piece as one of Holmes favorites while in deep thought over a particularly complex case. Curious as to the nature of the crime, I rapidly entered the building, greeting the landlady, and went up the stairs to my old lodging. But before my hand had even reached for the doorknob, the door suddenly opened revealing a smiling Sherlock Holmes.
"Holmes!" I cried, still surprised "You nearly scared me half to death!" "Good thing it was only half. Come in Watson! Married life has suited you" Holmes stated, ushering me into the all-too-familiar room. More books and odd scientific contraptions had taken residence since my leaving, but that could hardly be helped. I was relieved of my hat and overcoat by Holmes who deftly hanged in a cluttered coat rack, covered with a wide variety of clothes most likely for his master disguises. "Indeed" I replied to him. "How did you know?" I knew I would end to ask this question as to my companion's amazing deduction skills.
Having seated across me into the plush red velvet seats, Holmes leaned back crossing his long legs and placing the tips of his fingers together. "If the considerable increase to your middle, and the absence of dust to your hat and shoes have not been to your wife's delectable cooking and doing aren't clue enough, glowing happiness emanating from you is" Holmes responded.
I patted at the indeed increased bulge of my middle and retorted "You could do with some of my wife's cooking Holmes. You're skin and bones! Even more than usual." I also noted his slightly red-rimmed eyes, knowing opium was the culprit, but said nothing. Holmes use of drugs was a sore topic for him and best left alone. "Ah yes Watson, but who has time to eat when on a case as curious as the one I'm currently on?" Holmes asked.
That pricked my curiosity, and apparently Holmes noticed. "You haven't read the morning's newspaper have you Watson?" he asked, I knew already knowing the answer. He looked at the folded newspaper I was holding and curious I unfolded it and read:
INEPT SCOTLAND YARD FAILS TO CAPTURE WHITECHAPEL MURDERER
September 8, 1888
The Whitechapel Murderer has indeed struck again in the bowels of the East End early this morning at 29 Hanbury Street with the death of prostitute Annie Chapman also known as "Dark Annie". This is the second attack by the Murderer, the first being of prostitute Mary Anne "Polly" Nichols in Buck's Row on the early morning of the 31st of August. Both women were found with slit necks and their abdomens slashed open, Ms. Chapman's intestines found
next to her.
Scotland Yard Detectives have yet to find a suspect to these heinous
crimes, surely because of the women's profession and location. It is suggested that if these crimes were to have happened in the Central London, the police would be hastier to find a suspect. Inept as they may be, the Yard luckily found a witness to Ms. Chapman's crime. Miss Elizabeth Long, has reported to seeing the victim with a "foreign man with dark complexion, and was wearing a brown deerstalker hat and a dark overcoat" remarking that
he seemed to be a "shabby genteel" at around 5:30 this morning.
The Whitechapel Murderer has indeed struck again in the bowels of the East End early this morning at 29 Hanbury Street with the death of prostitute Annie Chapman also known as "Dark Annie". This is the second attack by the Murderer, the first being of prostitute Mary Anne "Polly" Nichols in Buck's Row on the early morning of the 31st of August. Both women were found with slit necks and their abdomens slashed open, Ms. Chapman's intestines found
next to her.
Scotland Yard Detectives have yet to find a suspect to these heinous
crimes, surely because of the women's profession and location. It is suggested that if these crimes were to have happened in the Central London, the police would be hastier to find a suspect. Inept as they may be, the Yard luckily found a witness to Ms. Chapman's crime. Miss Elizabeth Long, has reported to seeing the victim with a "foreign man with dark complexion, and was wearing a brown deerstalker hat and a dark overcoat" remarking that
he seemed to be a "shabby genteel" at around 5:30 this morning.
The article went on criticizing the sloppy works of the police force and how they should post a reward as to information of the "Whitechapel Murderer," seeing as this would be of much help to the oblivious law enforcement. I looked horrified from the paper to Holmes' stony face. "Her intestines were next to her?" I asked shocked. "Among other things" he stated his tone cold. I stared at him "What kind of madman would do this?"
"Madman he may be, but he is still cunning. He has successfully killed and mutilated 2 women without being caught. He is crafty enough to blend in with the crowds and not get a single speck of blood on him."
"But how could he? Surely he would be covered in blood!" I cried.
"He slit their throats from right to left, suggesting that he is left- handed, in one fluid motion causing the blood to splatter away from his person. He did with such force that the cuts were as deep enough to reach the neck bone. Afterward, the cutting of her abdomen and collection of the intestines was fairly easy, seeing as the blood flow decreased immensely with death. Such act implies the man to have some anatomical knowledge and skill with a knife, the killer probably being a butcher or a doctor." He explained the gorier details of the crime, ones I shall not write for they thoroughly disgusted and scared me alike.
I was in a rapt estate, listening to every word Holmes was telling me until a realization dawned upon me. "Holmes" I said interrupting his passionate speech about the killer's physiological motives for the crimes.
"Yes, Watson?" he asked, a bit peeved at his interruption.
"How on Earth do you know all this? Even you couldn't possibly gather all this from reading the considerably vague posts!" I exclaimed.
Holmes looked at me with a curious look and simply stated "Why, I'm leading the investigation, of course"
Remember to R&R! ;)