The Poet and the Prostitute

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The second English assignment I have uploaded to this site. I was restricted to 1000 words for this one, so forgive me if it seems a little rushed.

It's an mystery centered around the Jack the Ripper killings. Pay attention to the dates, or you might get lost. Enjoy!

Submitted: September 10, 2009

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The Poet and the Prostitute
 
Lady of the night
The street’s ablaze with lamplight
Your shadow is fighting
So inviting
Your screams of anguish on the blade of my knife
-Jack the Ripper
 
*
 
August 31st 1888
 
Inspector Abbeline called over this morning. A woman was murdered last night; a prostitute, apparently. He wants my expertise as a pathologist to help catch the killer. I told him that I don’t do forensic work anymore; not since my darling Katherine died so gruesomely all those years ago. Those blasted flatfoots dropped the case, will you believe it! Besides, I have been rushed off my feet at the surgery lately, and those grubby working-class patients will hardly heal themselves.
 
*
 
The smithy from which mighty Man is forged
And wretched Woman alike
Pulsating and heaving, bloody, engorged
She screams, and so I strike
-Jack the Ripper
 
*
 
September 8th 1888
 
I am being persecuted! I heard about the murder last night; it was another prostitute, and this time the killer cut out her uterus. Anyway, I ate my breakfast and walked to the surgery, as per usual. When I reached my desk, however, what should be lying atop it but a disembodied human uterus! I have received police protection, but on the condition that I help find the killer.
Needless to say, I have taken leave from work so I may further concentrate on the investigation. Mary, one of the nurses, kindly offered to do some of my housework while I work with the police.
 
*
 
Two women tonight
They barely fight
I slice their throats and relish the sight
The second was beautiful
So I deemed her suitable
For disembowelment with my scalpel knife
-Jack the Ripper
 
*
 
September 30th 1888
 
This is truly sickening. Two prostitutes were murdered last night, their throats sliced with a sharp knife; possibly a surgical scalpel. They certainly died from those wounds. Curiously, only one victim was disembowelled; she was missing most of her uterus and a single kidney.
 
4:50 PM - How revolting. I returned home from the crime scene to ponder my findings, when I noticed a foul red stain under my bed. Sure enough, there were the missing organs. Mary, the foolish woman, did not even see who did it. I have given her a stern lecture on vigilance; hopefully she will be more watchful in the future. I must insist to the Inspector that the police remain at my house, day and night.
 
October 5th 1888
 
The Inspector has just informed me that they are assuming the killer (Jack the Ripper, the press are calling him) has surgical knowledge. Preposterous! The educated do not kill people; they save people! I told him that the possession of a surgical instrument does not dictate a medical qualification, and that he should look through his usual line-up of lower-class drunkards for the killer.
On a curious note, I looked through my diary recently and found that several pages are missing. I must ask Mary if she knows anything about this.
 
October 6th 1888
 
I must say, I have grown quite fond of Mary over the past few weeks. She has been quite good company. Not a patch on my dear Katherine, but nevertheless quite pleasant company.
She has suggested we go on holiday to Paris together; I am packing my luggage as I write!
 
October 10th 1888
 
She’s a very pretty girl, Henry
Katherine would be proud…
Whatever would she say, Henry
If ever she found out…
 
Where Mary goes at night, Henry
Would make your blood run cold…
What does Mary do for money, Henry?
She should do what she is told…
 
October 24th 1888
 
Wherever is your diary, Henry?
Wherever could it be?
You’re sure you took it with you, Henry?
As sure as could be?
 
When you do return, Henry
Whenever that may be
A surprise awaits in London, Henry
What is it? You shall see…
 
November 9th 1888
 
What a mess! I return from a lovely holiday with Mary, where we each got to know each other quite intimately, only to find my diary butchered by some terrible poet with appalling handwriting. Strange; I’m certain that I took my diary with me, but I could not find it anywhere in Paris. When I returned, however, I found it in my luggage, on the very top!
When I opened it, I found that the missing pages had been crudely shoved back into place; they were full of claims that dear Mary is a street prostitute and that this madman has been intimate with her several times. I will confront her about this. Not that I believe this drivel, of course, but some of the descriptions of Mary’s body were unsettlingly accurate.
 
 
DOCTOR ARRESTED FOR “JACK THE RIPPER” KILLINGS!
 
Earlier today, famed surgeon Dr. Henry Jekyll was arrested at his home after murdering and disembowelling his nurse, Mary Jeanette Kelly. He was discovered by his police escort while sobbing over Kelly’s corpse. He denies any recollection of having committed the murders, but his diary suggests that he was behind the four previous serial killings this year.
 
“JACK THE RIPPER” UNFIT TO STAND TRIAL
 
Dr. Henry Jekyll, perpetrator of the five serial murders in 1888, has been declared criminally insane and moved to an asylum.
“He’s like a different person,” Commented Jekyll’s former friend, Inspector Abbeline. “He just sits there, day after day, reciting lines of poetry.”
 


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