Stalking Jack: The Hunt Begins... (Madeline Donovan Mysteries Book 1) by Madison Kent Page A
Authors: Madison Kent
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for Jack. It’s just a part of being human to care about each other; it feels like the right thing to do.”
“But it is not safe for you to go there. When you want to go, please contact me, and I will do my best to rearrange my schedule so that I may escort you.”
“I thank you for the offer, but I would rather go in the light of day. I’m sure you will be busy with your practice. Please, don’t worry about me.”
“Tomorrow is Saturday, and I will be only working till noon. Would you like to go tomorrow?”
“Polly’s dress will be ready also. If you wouldn’t mind, we could pick up the clothing and deliver it while we are in Whitechapel?”
“That would be fine.”
When they came to the George on their return, he asked if he could come in for a moment and she agreed. They went into the café on the first floor, and she had her absinthe, and he ordered his Scotch. She spoke of Chicago and her father, and he listened and she, she was grateful.
“I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Madeline.”
“You are too kind, Hugh. I will see you tomorrow.”
Chapter Seven
Saving Polly
August 22, 1888
Mary Ann “Polly” Nichols has come home. Our efforts to bring Anna and Helen’s niece home to safety and back to the love of her family have come to fruition. When I received the news today and met with Polly, I had a great sense of accomplishment. When I was able to witness the joy on Anna and Helen’s face, it made me believe again that good things can happen--that life does not always have to have some tragic end.
I dined with Hugh tonight at a cozy little restaurant, and we had a meaningful conversation about things in our lives, and about my quest to uncover more clues on the Ripper case. He and Jonathan have been most helpful to me in this. Now that Polly is home safe, I will concentrate on obtaining further information on my suspects. I would like to speak to both Rocks and Bob Fielding again.
“Good-night, my dearest ones, it is a tumultuous time here in London. I wish I could hold you and speak to you of my thoughts about everything that has happened. I am thinking of you and carry you with me in my heart, always.”
At a quarter past the noon hour, Hugh arrived at the Hotel George to find Madeline waiting for him, reading the London Times and the latest Ripper news. The hotel did not provide The New York Times. There were few places to find a paper from the states. She had to rely on Jonathan bringing her a copy of the paper to be able to read his articles.
“Good afternoon Madeline, our carriage awaits us. Shall we go?”
She took his arm and ascended into the fine Hansom that he had secured for their afternoon outing.
“There seems to be no noticeable progress in finding any murder suspects. Still it is a good sign that there has not been another occurrence,” said Madeline. “I met a lady butcher that I would like to see again. She works in the market, a short distance from the Bells.”
“Good, we will begin there. What is it you are hoping to achieve?”
“Catch the Ripper, of course.”
He smiled and said, “You are not serious, of course?”
“No, sir, I am indeed in earnest. Have you not read A Study in Scarlet ? There is a way through deduction and reasoning that one might be able to find a murderer. Do you not think it possible?”
“Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson, yes, they have provided us all with an entertaining story, but that is all it is. It is a matter for the police.”
“Yes, but sometimes people are more likely to talk to a civilian rather than a constable, especially in Whitechapel.”
They were let off a few blocks from their destination as Madeline wished to talk with anyone in the crowd that was willing to talk to her. A young boy hawking newspapers proclaimed to her, “I knows who’s done it, Miss. It’s old surly Mr. Motts. He be a retired copper who hates the ladies here, he says they brought down Whitechapel and
“But it is not safe for you to go there. When you want to go, please contact me, and I will do my best to rearrange my schedule so that I may escort you.”
“I thank you for the offer, but I would rather go in the light of day. I’m sure you will be busy with your practice. Please, don’t worry about me.”
“Tomorrow is Saturday, and I will be only working till noon. Would you like to go tomorrow?”
“Polly’s dress will be ready also. If you wouldn’t mind, we could pick up the clothing and deliver it while we are in Whitechapel?”
“That would be fine.”
When they came to the George on their return, he asked if he could come in for a moment and she agreed. They went into the café on the first floor, and she had her absinthe, and he ordered his Scotch. She spoke of Chicago and her father, and he listened and she, she was grateful.
“I look forward to seeing you tomorrow, Madeline.”
“You are too kind, Hugh. I will see you tomorrow.”
Chapter Seven
Saving Polly
August 22, 1888
Mary Ann “Polly” Nichols has come home. Our efforts to bring Anna and Helen’s niece home to safety and back to the love of her family have come to fruition. When I received the news today and met with Polly, I had a great sense of accomplishment. When I was able to witness the joy on Anna and Helen’s face, it made me believe again that good things can happen--that life does not always have to have some tragic end.
I dined with Hugh tonight at a cozy little restaurant, and we had a meaningful conversation about things in our lives, and about my quest to uncover more clues on the Ripper case. He and Jonathan have been most helpful to me in this. Now that Polly is home safe, I will concentrate on obtaining further information on my suspects. I would like to speak to both Rocks and Bob Fielding again.
“Good-night, my dearest ones, it is a tumultuous time here in London. I wish I could hold you and speak to you of my thoughts about everything that has happened. I am thinking of you and carry you with me in my heart, always.”
At a quarter past the noon hour, Hugh arrived at the Hotel George to find Madeline waiting for him, reading the London Times and the latest Ripper news. The hotel did not provide The New York Times. There were few places to find a paper from the states. She had to rely on Jonathan bringing her a copy of the paper to be able to read his articles.
“Good afternoon Madeline, our carriage awaits us. Shall we go?”
She took his arm and ascended into the fine Hansom that he had secured for their afternoon outing.
“There seems to be no noticeable progress in finding any murder suspects. Still it is a good sign that there has not been another occurrence,” said Madeline. “I met a lady butcher that I would like to see again. She works in the market, a short distance from the Bells.”
“Good, we will begin there. What is it you are hoping to achieve?”
“Catch the Ripper, of course.”
He smiled and said, “You are not serious, of course?”
“No, sir, I am indeed in earnest. Have you not read A Study in Scarlet ? There is a way through deduction and reasoning that one might be able to find a murderer. Do you not think it possible?”
“Mr. Holmes and Dr. Watson, yes, they have provided us all with an entertaining story, but that is all it is. It is a matter for the police.”
“Yes, but sometimes people are more likely to talk to a civilian rather than a constable, especially in Whitechapel.”
They were let off a few blocks from their destination as Madeline wished to talk with anyone in the crowd that was willing to talk to her. A young boy hawking newspapers proclaimed to her, “I knows who’s done it, Miss. It’s old surly Mr. Motts. He be a retired copper who hates the ladies here, he says they brought down Whitechapel and
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