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IN THE HEART OF DARKNESS

Midnight was hours past She sat in Jack&039;s chair, conte over his desk On her return, Morrison had recounted five separate crises that had arisen since her departure yesterday afternoon As tactfully as possible, the youngher duties, as of late had the director The shot had gone ho would have to be done soon Jack was off with his vampire minx, and Genevieve had hardly been any better, with Charles

The purpose of the Hall was changing Lecture schedules had fallen into disrepair with Druitt&039;s death The institution&039;s pri In the ed, the Hall was taking more andwards Jack, when he could be distracted fro of h qualified people for a board of interview And, as ever, enerous in the past see Vampires were notoriously uncharitable

She was torn between the fast-fading elation of her last feeding and the thousand gnat-bite problems of Toynbee Hall Recently there had been too many strands to her life, too lected

She stood up and wandered about the room One as lined with Jack&039;s lass case, was his prized phonograph As Acting Director, this office should be her hoo, to Chelsea Now, she wondered whether she had been hunting Jack the Ripper or Charles Beauregard

She found herself standing by the tinythat looked out on to Coht, a street-level sea of churning yellow that lapped at the buildings For the warm, the November cold would be as sharp as a razor Or a scalpel

The Ripper had not murdered since the last weekend of Septeood Perhaps Colonel Moran had been right, perhaps Montague Druitt had been the Silver Knife? No That was iht which ticked away in the back of her mind

Opposite the Hall, wrapped in a black cloak, stood aaround and above hi with some inner question, just as she was It was Charles

Moran had said the Hall was in the centre of a pattern, a pattern dotted on to the map by the murders

Charles crossed the road with a sudden resolve, the fog parting for him