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ON THE WATERFRONT

The body had washed up on Cuckold&039;s Point, at the curve of Li it out of the sucking mud and deposit it on the nearest wharf Before Genevieve and Morrison arrived, someone took the trouble to lay the corpse out into a se the water- and dirt-clogged clothes A length of sailcloth was draped over the dead man to protect the sensibilities of dock-workers and waterfront idlers who happened by

He had already been identified by an inscription in his watch and, surprisingly, a cheque made out to his name Nevertheless, they were formally to confirm the corpse&039;s identity As the constable lifted the sailcloth, several on-lookers ust Morrison flinched and turned away Druitt&039;s face had been eaten by the fish, exposing erin of bare teeth, but she knew him by his hairline and chin

&039;It&039;s him,&039; she said

The constable dropped the cloth and thanked theon was ready to receive the body

&039;I think he had family in Bournemouth,&039; Morrison told the policeman The constable took a dutiful note

The Colonel had kept his word Druitt&039;s pockets were stuffed with stones; no suicide note had been manufactured, but the inference was inescapable Another unpunished ainst hienes Club What was so extraordinary about the Ripper? Within fifty yards of the river, there would be a dozen as cruel, as profligate The Whitechapel Murderer was presumably a madman; Moran and his kind had not even that excuse Their murders were sion, the shoas over The idlers drifted off to the next spectacle and the policeman returned to his duties She was left with Morrison, at the edge of the wharf They walked towards Rotherhithe Street, a row of rope- offices and bawdy houses This was the Arabian Nights quarter of London, a bazaar in the thin fog A hundred different languages led It was a heavily Chinese district and the rustle of silks still touched her with dread

At once, a veiled figure was in her way A vay and her veil parted Genevieve recognised the Chinese girl froe Deaths

&039;There will be reparation for this wrong;&039; she said, &039;you have the word of one

&039;What was that about?&039; Morrison asked

Genevieve shrugged The girl had spoken in Mandarin If Charles was to be credited, she could guarantee that Colonel Moran would not avoid the consequences of his actions But if punished, it would not be for brutal irl had disappeared into the crowds

Genevieve did not intend to return immediately to the Hall She wanted to seek out Charles, not so much for himself but to enquire after the condition of his unfortunate fiancee Penelope Churchward, whom she had met once and hardly warmed to, was the latest of her concerns With multitudes shovelled into the furnace, how many could she save? Not Druitt, certainly Not Lily Mylett Not Cathy Eddowes

Morrison was talking to her, confiding in her Having heard nothing, she begged his pardon

&039;It&039;s Dr Seward,&039; he repeated hi a fool of himself with this Lucy of his&039;