Watson's POV
I was accidentally in London and had a free afternoon before I should return home to my wife and children. As there is nothing more interesting to me than studying the criminological methods of my dear friend, the famous detective Sherlock Holmes I decided to go and visit him in Bakerstreet 221B.
~time passes on and on as Watson is walking threw the streets~
As I arrived there I knocked at the door. To my surprise my knock was immediately answered by Mrs Hudson who looked as if she hadn't had enough sleep the last nights.
She greeted me with an hasty "Oh, it's you Dr Watson. Please come in fast.". And to my renewed surprise she didn't led me upstairs to my friends' flat, instead she led me in her own leaving me rather nervous.
As she eventually sat down on a chair in her cozy kitchen I managed to asked "What is wrong Mrs Hudson ? Is everything alright with Mr Holmes?" .Suddenly she snapped at me " No, it is not everything alright with Mr Holmes . I had never thought... of all people in the world, I would've never thought he could be into such a kind of... happenings, you know Doctor?". I felt more and more nervous "What do you mean, Mrs Hudson? What happenings is he involved in?".
She straightened herself and said "Well, I would've said nothing if the police was in again, that's part of his business I think. But yesterday came one of this street children and brought a letter for him. It was dirty and old. As he opened it his face turned suddenly pale and he lost his composure and since that he wouldn't eat anymore, he wouldn't react to anything I did, he wouldn't even drink. I was curious, what kept him occupied like that and read the letter myself, and hell how could I know, it was from some kind of Prostitute from Whitechapel. And she wrote she had conceived a little baby girl from him and that if anything should happen to her, he should take care of the child."
As she ended this monologue I just stared at her for some time. My old friend has a child of his own. Somehow Mrs Hudson is right, of all the people in the world I would've never imagined that he...Suddenly Mrs Hudson beamed again in her chair " And I saw the letter was old, it was dated from 1884 and her name was Mary Jane Kelly." She looked at me like a curious bird, expecting some kind of reaction from me. Eventually I just brought out "Yeah..." She looked back at me with wide eyes "Now wasn't this the last victim of Jack the Ripper? The one that had been so terribly dismembered? I didn't read anything of a child of hers."