News of Arthur's night time escapade spread through London-England in its entirety for that matter-like a wildfire. An unfortunate tale of an unfortunate prostitute meeting her unfortunate demise, seemed to be a stupendous topic for the gossiping wives of some of London's elite-of course during tea time. Placing their porcelain tea cups up to their plump-delicate-lips-whilst slaving over the state of the body of Mary Ann Nichols.

Arthur had all ways felt that urge to smile whenever he was told about his own massacre in Whitechapel. Told about the work of art he created for the world to be inspired by. First, from the posh 'nobles' of London he passed by on the cobblestone streets. The ladies were holding their parasols, decorated in lace a flimsy cloth, as the openly talked with their escorts. Either it be another woman or a man, Arthur managed to pick up on their views of his work without any difficulties. Then, after his long walk had finally come to an end, by Queen Victoria herself-God save her.

"'Tis a gruesome act, I will admit." The Queen in the flesh had said once Arthur was in her company. She held her tea cup delicately in her hands as she brought it upwards for a quick sip; patting her lips with a cloth napkin once finished.

Arthur nodded in confirmation, the breeze entering through the open balcony doors pushing some of his stray hairs aside. "You are absolutely right, your majesty, who would do such a thing?" I would.

The Queen set down her tea cup, becoming more in favor with her hand-held fan. "Perhaps Whitechapel should be patrolled more often." The Queen thought vocally, fanning herself with her gaudy ostrich-feathered fan.

'I agree, our people need to remain safe." I guess I should put on a show.

After departing from the magnanimous castle, Arthur had caught wind of, none other, than Fredrick Abberline being assigned to investigate his work of art. And these floating rumors were indeed confirmed to be true, once Detective Abberline himself entered Arthur's old manor-located a miles walk away from the bustling Westminster borough-with a tip of the hat and a smile. When Arthur had closed the door after Abberline had entered, he bit the inside of his lip to conceal a Cheshire Cat grin.

"What a mighty fine steading you have here, Mr. Kirkland." Abberline had begun with such small talk as he was lead into the parlor by Mr. Kirkland himself. He hung his overcoat on the coat rack by the cream-colored door frame leading into the parlor. He cleared his throat before continuing on.

Arthur scoffed, gesturing Abberline to rest himself down on his brand new-dust free-couch that was a present from the Queen. "Please, Chief Inspector, you have been here many times before." Arthur sat himself down next to Mr. Abberline on that piece of furniture. "We are not having that conversation for the fifth time." Arthur stated, internally thinking, 'What a bloke. Lowering my guard, huh? I will play this game.'

"Now why is it that you came all the way out here for? Hm?"

"Oh yes! A carriage driver had dropped by and said that someone go your... appearance rode his carriage out to Whitechapel near the time of the murder." Abberline said, with absolutely no diction in his voice that indicated he thought that Arthur was indeed the culprit. The mastermind if you may.

Once more, Arthur had scoffed. He faintly furrowed his eyebrows and dismissed the claim with a wave of his hand. "That is preposterous! There are plenty of others who have blonde hair and green eyes!" He narrowed his eyes. "I live a long walks away from the city!"

"Yes-yes, I am very well aware of that." Arthur rolled his eyes, with a shake of his head. "But not many men specifically ask to be forgotten about."

"What are playing at?"

"I simply want to know where you were at the time of the murder, Mr. Kirkland."

To say that he was sleeping at the time of the crime would inflict more suspicion onto him. How would Arthur know about the time? That piece of information would be hot off the press as of tomorrow. So, the elder Englishman replied with another question, one to preserve his 'innocence'. "When did it occur, if I may ask?"

"At approximately one this morning. Right after a carriage boy had found her."

"One in the morning!" Arthur feigned exasperation, in order to keep his act running. "By the gods, my people have grown especially cruel." Abberline stared on, eyes begging for an answer Arthur later presented him with. "Sleeping. I am an old man, I need those sorts to keep me going."

"Are you sure?"

'What kind of shite question is that?'

"I swear on the Queen's good name."

Abberline sighed after Arthur prominently displayed the answer to his question. He diverted his gaze down to his lap, his lips slightly pursed out, trains of thought docking and departing every second. Arthur knew what to suspect from the chief inspector of HIS police force, any question he could dodge with ease. And he could evade possible death or jail time with a single word.

Abberline was wasting his precious time. And the inspector himself seemed to have figured that out as well. "Thank you for your time, Mr. Kirkland. I shall be going now." Abberline rose, and steidded over to the coat rack to fetch his overcoat and top hat.

"Is that all?"

"Yes. If any further suspicions rise then I will return." He stated, successfully slipping on his coat and holding onto his hat-since he was still indoors. "Farewell." He partly bowed his head, turning on his heel to exit through the door frame.

Once Arthur had heard the entrance door open and shut, he felt a chuckle bubble up his throat. Before he openly talked to himself. "Perhaps I shall go out again. I am feeling famished."

AN: Been a long while, hasn't it?

I've decided to go forth with this story, after several months have passed. Mostly since I have learned more of the Whitechapel murders themselves and I've been to the Jack the Ripper museum in Whitechapel!

Besides that, I do not have a clue as to how any real life people may have acted, so I am working off of what I know from their biographies.

Any way, I hope you all enjoyed this! And if you wouldn't mind, could you please leave me a review? I'd love to see how I am doing, and what I could do to improve!