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KAFFIR WAR

Each night, Sir Charles sent out constables with paint pots to obliterate the day&039;s Crusader Crosses froht of Scotland Yard But after dawn the thin red signs would appear again, daubed on anything conveniently white or white-ish in the vicinity of Whitehall Place and Northu watched as the Coroup of a loiterers in thick coats and scarves watched, hostile natives on the point of attacking the fort One of Sir Charles&039;s wiserrifles were readily available and all doors and s defensible Whenever the situation skewed from a police to a military matter, the Com Good soldier, terrible copper: that would be the verdict on Sir Charles Warren

The fog was back, thicker than ever Even va in the dark was not the sa still watched over Sir Charles for the Pririp When he nextintended to recommend replacement Matthews had been after Sir Charles&039;s scalp for months, so the Home Secretary - himself hardly secure in his position - would be ed to paint their cross on the o had warm sympathisers on the force Whoever was appointed in Sir Charles&039;s stead would have to purge the ranks before order could be re-established

The Cross of St George was an obvious symbol for insurrectionists: simultaneously the crucifix vampires are proverbially unable to face, and the standard of an England bridling under the Prince Consort

&039;This is intolerable,&039; Sir Charles fuuards and blunderers&039;

Godal and slogan-scribbling was now five strokes of the lash, to be administered in public At this rate it would soon be su off of the offending hand

&039;That dolt Matthews and his penny-pinching,&039; Sir Charles continued &039;We need more men on the streets Troops&039;

Only Godalot on with the business of policing, trying to ignore the ravings of their co officer Dr Anderson, Sir Charles&039;s Assistant Co holiday in Switzerland, while Chief Inspector Swanson was doing his best to see to keep his head down until the shooting was over

A derelict-lookingto hi was interested He sauntered near enough to listen The raggedcompanion who stood back a dozen yards This co off his skull Godal assumed he was of the Carpathian Guard He was certainly not an Englishman

&039;Mackenzie!&039; Sir Charles shouted &039;What do you mean by this? Where have you been?&039;

&039;On a trail, sir&039;

&039;You&039;ve been remiss in your duty You are relieved of your rank, and subject to severe disciplinary action&039;

&039;Sir, if you&039;ll listen&039;

&039;And look at yourself, you&039;re a disgrace to the force! A ruddy disgrace!&039;

&039;Sir, consider this&039;

Mackenzie, whoave the Commissioner a piece of paper

&039;It&039;s another of these blasted crank letters,&039; Sir Charles exclaimed

&039;Indeed, but unfinished, unsent I knoho the author is&039;

Godalht sparked in Sir Charles&039;s eyes &039;You know the identity of Jack the Ripper?&039;

Mackenzie smiled, eyesletters over the signature&039;

&039;Then find Lestrade It&039;s his case No doubt he&039;ll thank you for weeding out another interfering lunatic&039;

&039;This is of paramount importance It&039;s to do with the business in the park the other night It&039;s to do with everything John Jago, the dynamiters, the Ripper&039;