Time Lady 2

September 1888

Time Lady 2
Book One
Book Two
The Whitechapel Murders
Book Three

Warning - Not Suitable For Anyone Under 18



Here’s what the testimonial in the Times says this morning about the Nichols murder.


"Five teeth were missing, and there was a slight laceration of the tongue. There was a bruise running along the lower part of the jaw on the right side of the face. That might have been caused by a blow from a fist or pressure from a thumb. There was a circular bruise on the left side of the face which also might have been inflicted by the pressure of the fingers. On the left side of the neck, about 1 in. below the jaw, there was an incision about 4 inches in length, and ran from a point immediately below the ear. On the same side, but an inch below, and commencing about 1 inches in front of it, was a circular incision, which terminated at a point about 3 in. below the right jaw. That incision completely severed all the tissues down to the vertebrae. The large vessels of the neck on both sides were severed. The incision was about 8 inches in length. the cuts must have been caused by a long-bladed knife, moderately sharp, and used with great violence. No blood was found on the breast, either of the body or the clothes. There were no injuries about the body until just about the lower part of the abdomen. Two or three inches from the left side was a wound running in a jagged manner. The wound was a very deep one, and the tissues were cut through. There were several incisions running across the abdomen. There were three or four similar cuts running downwards, on the right side, all of which had been caused by a knife which had been used violently and downwards. The injuries were from left to right and might have been done by a left handed person. All the injuries had been caused by the same instrument."





Found Holmes in a stupor of drink and drugs.  Cleaned him up as best I could and disposed of all his stash of cocaine in the Thames.  Saw Erin today, she’s concerned but I told her to take precautions and she could always use the TARDIS summoning device if necessary.


The locals are a superstitious lot and also a load of idiot drunks.  They’d put it down to vague folklore and dismiss it as such.  They’re all much more concerned about their drinking and their whoring.  Speaking of which Erin’s companion, a whore named Chung Li Na passed on a message to me to get Holmes interested in the case and also get him off of his drug addiction.





Holmes has taken to sulking around his 221B Baker Street apartment.  He refuses to speak to me and keeps trying to lock me out but locks are hardly a problem when I have the sonic screwdriver a set of lock picks to assist me.





Took a walk along the Thames with Erin today, she’s having a difficult time fitting in as a show girl.  She claims the entire troupe is driven on meaningless political manoeuvring and spreading rumours.


We stopped off at the TARDIS so she could change her dress and take a shower.  She claims that the washroom facilities in her rented flat are beyond belief.  I feel sorry for her but not too much as she has more dresses to choose from than every other woman in the world together.





Holmes finally seems to be coming out of the worst of his cold turkey detox.  The shakes have stopped and his light fever has broken at last.  He seems depressed and nervous however.  I must find a way to interest him in the Whitechapel murders, otherwise far more than just five women will die.  The killer preys on the weak and the easily missed.  I fear that far more murders have been committed already but with lack of evidence there’s no way to be sure how I can ever give them the peace their souls deserve.


Erin told me tonight that Mrs Chung secretly visited the family of Mary this afternoon and gave them monies more than sufficient to cover the cost of her funeral.





Erin and Chung Li Na persuaded me to join the official police presence at the funeral of Mary Ann Nichols.  It was a miserable grey day, much like the day of her death.


Holmes later made note that Charles Turner became the first cricket bowler to take 250 wickets in an English season.  He seemed most saddened that it was an Australian who achieved this feat before an Englishman





Holmes and I took a brief walk along Euston Road.  Our conversation went as thus:


“My brain has always governed my heart, Watson.”


“They say that emotions are the providence of man alone.”


“Quite so, Watson, but we must be the masters of our emotions, lest they be the masters of us.”


“Surely there’s a place for love in your life, Holmes?”


“Love is an emotional thing, and whatever is emotional is opposed to that true cold reason which I place above all things. I should never marry myself, lest I bias my judgement.”


“I could never live without love Holmes.  It is a part of me just like my intelligence.”


“For you that is true my dear Watson.  I have observed that of late you have been courting a woman of negotiable virtue.”


“She’s a dancer, Holmes, not some bar room strumpet.”


“Let us hope that your affections are returned in full then my friend.”





Holmes roused this morning in a most foul mood.  If it were not for my detoxifying elixir I fear he would be in an even fouler mood.  He became placated however after a breakfast of crispy bacon, sausages, eggs, mushrooms, fried bread and marmalade.  We talked briefly of the first murder but he seems resolved to let Scotland Yard handle the affair.


I dare not tip my hand with future knowledge because Holmes is no fool and would immediately become suspicious and his attention would not be focussed on the crime and those to come but rather upon myself.


A police man informed me that the body of Annie Chapman was discovered this morning around 6am.  I must persuade Holmes to become involved before another woman is murdered by Jack the Ripper a most fiendish killer.





The inquest testimonial is as follows:


The left arm was placed across the left breast. The legs were drawn up, the feet resting on the ground, and the knees turned outwards. The face was swollen and turned on the right side. The tongue protruded between the front teeth, but not beyond the lips. The tongue was evidently much swollen. The front teeth were perfect as far as the first molar, top and bottom and very fine teeth they were. The body was terribly mutilated...the stiffness of the limbs was not marked, but was evidently commencing. He noticed that the throat was dissevered deeply; that the incision through the skin were jagged and reached right round the neck...On the wooden paling between the yard in question and the next, smears of blood, corresponding to where the head of the deceased lay, were to be seen. These were about 14 inches from the ground, and immediately above the part where the blood from the neck lay.


He should say that the instrument used at the throat and abdomen was the same. It must have been a very sharp knife with a thin narrow blade, and must have been at least 6 to 8 inches in length, probably longer. He should say that the injuries could not have been inflicted by a bayonet or a sword bayonet. They could have been done by such an instrument as a medical man used for post-mortem purposes, but the ordinary surgical cases might not contain such an instrument. Those used by the slaughter men, well ground down, might have caused them. He thought the knives used by those in the leather trade would not be long enough in the blade. There were indications of anatomical knowledge...he should say that the deceased had been dead at least two hours, and probably more, when he first saw her; but it was right to mention that it was a fairly cool morning, and that the body would be more apt to cool rapidly from its having lost a great quantity of blood. There was no evidence...of a struggle having taken place. He was positive the deceased entered the yard alive...


A handkerchief was round the throat of the deceased when he saw it early in the morning. He should say it was not tied on after the throat was cut.





Holmes and I took in a football match.  Holmes disliked it intensely, claiming that it was a vile game of violent thuggery and unsporting conduct.  He proceeded to try and explain the offside rule to me but gave up after a few minutes of effort.





A sinister discovery was made today, a severed human arm floating in the Thames.  Scotland Yard seem determined to pass this off as some sort of prank by medical students, but Holmes suspect’s deeper and darker motives behind the gruesome finding.  At last he seems to becoming interested in the murders, I only hope it’s not too late.





Mrs Chung reports the disappearance of one of the regulars at a local bar but alas she has yet to discern the woman’s real name as it seems that she went by whatever name her customers wished to call her.





Erin and I spent a relaxing morning walking through Hyde Park.  She wore another new dress and I presented her with a set of earrings that looked most beautiful upon her.





Holmes declined to accompany me to the funeral of Annie Chapman at Manor Park Cemetery in Forest Gate.  There was much secrecy about the funeral.  Only the immediate family attended the actual graveside, while I remained with the small police escort at a discreet distance.





Again with the violin.  At first I thought it was just some twisted self-loathing of Holmes expressed in music, now I’m convinced that it’s a more generalised sociopathy.





Holmes and I enjoyed a slap up dinner at Mrs Miggins’ pie shop.  We talked of recent events and past adventures.


“Are you enjoying your fish, Watson?”


“I’ve had better.”


“I thought it was your favourite.”


“Alas this is not.”


“Would you care to discuss the matter which seems to be troubling you Watson?”


“It’s these murders Holmes.  I think we shouldn’t sit back and let Scotland Yard not solve them.”


“Not solve them?  An unusual turn of phrase.”


“I’m just puzzled.  There’s obviously a connection Holmes, but you’re the only man in this fair city who can find the killer.”


“A connection you say?  Most puzzling.  Two women; seemingly killed at random, with nothing obvious to connect them and yet you’re convinced.


“Aren’t you?”


“Always keep an open mind Watson, once you commit to a thought then all other thoughts spiral around it like water running out of a bath.  Beware of closed minds Watson, nothing good can ever come of them.”


“Yes Holmes.”


I hope I didn’t make too many, no never mind.





Erin hurt her leg dancing tonight.  It was one of the other dancer’s fault; although she blames herself.  I never knew the theatre was so bloodthirsty.





Comforted Erin, she was most upset.  Mrs. Chung had to set the bone properly too.





Mrs Chung has applied certain Oriental herbs and oils to assist Erin’s recovery.





Holmes and I debated nature vs. nurture in regards to original sin.  Holmes believes that criminals are born that way, while I believe that it’s the events of their lives that shape how they develop.





Holmes noted in the Times that England Lions cricket defeated the Canterbury team in Christchurch yesterday.





Mrs Chung informed me that Erin’s leg is all but healed.  A medial marvel to say the least.





Erin and I went for a walk, just a small turn around the square.


“Look at all the flowers.  Aren’t they so pretty?”


“They’re not as pretty as you.”


“You say the nicest things.”


“That’s because I love you.”


“I love you too.”


I am delighted by her complete recovery.





Mrs Chung was in a verbal set too with Elizabeth Stride.  Apparently she saw her as some sort of omen of doom.





Mrs Chung has had more success shadowing Catherine Eddowes.  She reports that a mysterious figure has followed them twice as they have walked from her favourite ale house to her home.  I have had to caution Mrs Chung not to get too involved.  Time is not the play thing of the irresponsible.





Erin informs me that today is the day of TS Eliot’s birth.





The mysterious figure has been observed stalking both E and C.  Mrs Chung has no further theories to offer.  Erin is still pretending to be recovering.  The plan is not going well.





Mrs Chung was attacked by a rowdy local last night.  He was lucky; he escaped with his life and only 27 broken bones.  Mrs Chung broke a finger nail and had some hair pulled out.





Mrs Chung spent the day in jail, after her attacker identified her.  I posted bail via the Baker Street Irregulars.  Holmes raised an eyebrow at this but asked no questions. He feels that my friendship with Erin is behind my motives.





This morning the sterling police of Scotland Yard made two horrific discoveries.  At about one in the morning the discovered the mutilated body of Elizabeth Stride, while the body of a second murdered prostitute, Catherine Eddowes, was discovered less than an hour later within walking distance of the first.


Holmes is now at his usual frantic self.  He’s pacing about his rooms and leaving everything is more of a clutter than usual.  His pipe never seems to go out either.  I resolve to slip away and have a quiet word with Erin.


I've used official sources of information wherever possible, although (in the interests of the story) I've attributed some of them to the characters rather than real people.

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