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The cabal was further depleted Mr Waverly was gone, though no one reain held the chair Sir Mandeville Messervy sat quiet throughout the interview, face fallen Whatever path Beauregard pursued in Whitechapel, he could never know of the secret caed in other quarters In Limehouse, the Professor had referred to the business of criard knew this was a world of shadow eed to see the veil lifted, if only at odd moments

He recounted his activities since the inquest on Lulu Sch?n, oed to report the matters that passed between him and Genevieve in Clayton&039;s cab shortly before the attack by the vampire elder He was still unsure in himself what precisely he had shared in that moment of inti on the details available in the press, adding his own observations and comments He spoke of Dr Jekyll and Dr Moreau, of Inspector Lestrade and Inspector Abberline, of Toynbee Hall and the Ten Bells, of Commercial Street Police Station and the Cafe de Paris, of silver and silver knives, of Genevieve Dieudonne and Kate Reed Throughout, Mycroft nodded intently, fleshy lips pursed, fingers steepled under his soft chins When Beauregard&039;s account was concluded, Mycroft thanked hiress of the affair

&039;Since these letters, the enerally known by the "Jack the Ripper" soubriquet?&039; the Chairman asked

&039;Indeed You never hear of "Silver Knife" any enius The consensus is that he must be a journalist The fellows have the knack for the ood ones, at least&039;

&039;Excellent&039;

Beauregard was puzzled So far as he could see, he had been of no use at all The Ripper had ain Twice, with impunity His own presence had deterred the ht be contracting in Whitechapel hardly bore upon the investigation

&039;You must catch this ard entered the Star Chaard,&039; Mycroft said to the Adrunted and slumped into his ar into his ard suspected the former Chairman had suffered an indisposition

&039;And now,&039; Beauregard said, consulting his half-hunter, &039;if you will excuse me I must return to Chelsea on a personal matter&039;

In her mother&039;s house in Caversha for an explanation Beauregard would rather have faced the Chinese elder again, or Jack the Ripper himself But he had a duty to his fiancee, as solemnly undertaken as his duty to the Crown He had no idea what conclusion their conversation would reach

Mycroft raised an eyebrow, as if surprised personal ard wondered what enes Club

&039;Very well Good day, Beauregard&039;

Sergeant Dravot was not at his post outside the Star Chah with the weather-beaten face and knuckles of an old-fashioned pugilist stood in his place Beauregard went down to the foyer and left the Diogenes Club He eed into Pall Mall to find the afternoon chilly and overcast Fog was again gathering

He should be able to get a cab to Chelsea Looking about, he noticed the streets were thick with people He recognised a thu druent Street He was not aware of any formally announced parade Lord Mayor&039;s Day was nearly a month off With irritation, he realised the band woulda hansom difficult Traffic would be disrupted Penelope would most definitely not understand