The Return of Moriarty by John E. Gardner Page A

that Catherine Eddowes had maced both Davis and Paget.
    On Tuesday the body at the mortuary in Golden Lane was identified by Eliza Gold (Eddowes’ sister) and John Kelly as being that of Catherine Eddowes, alias Kate Conway, Kate Kelly, Kate Gold and Kate Thrawl.
    Within an hour of the news getting out, Moriarty had Paget, Spear, Davis and Colonel Moran at his Strand house, going through what little evidence Eddowes had passed on to Paget.
    After much conversation, a great deal of which became mere theorizing, Moriarty said:
    â€œIt would seem that we may well be onto something more substantial after all. Our obvious course of inquiries should start at Toynbee Hall, and I think I will undertake that duty myself.”
    Toynbee Hall, under the aegis of the Reverend Samuel Barnett, was the focal point for missionary zeal and political ideals that set to bridge the gulf between the classes. To the hall, set in the heart of Whitechapel, came undergraduates from Oxford and men of good will from other aspects of life. So, toward the end of the first week of October in 1888, a prosperous-looking cleric arrived asking to see the Reverend Barnett. This gentleman, whose clothes and demeanor appeared to befit a man of some private means who had received the call and taken the cloth, announced himself as Canon Brewster of Bath, confiding in Samuel Barnett that he had heard much of the work which was being done by those who had been “called to the East” and, finding himself in London, had availed himself of the opportunity to see for himself.
    As the good Canon’s first gesture was to donate one hundred guineas to Barnett’s fund, he was made most welcome, and it was only toward the end of the afternoon that Canon Brewster, whose fat and jovial manner set everyone at their ease, broached the subject of a young man, with whom he had lost touch, who had undoubtedly been of great help to Barnett.
    â€œWe have a mutual acquaintance then?” proffered Barnett.
    â€œIndeed.” The Canon smiled. “But, for the life of me I cannot remember his exact name. He came to me for advice while visiting relations in Bath and the picture he drew of your work here has remained in my mind ever since. I believe he was called Drew, or perhaps Drewt. Something of the like.”
    Barnett could not recall the name. He sent for the record of residents, but failed to find any similar name on it. However, one resident spoke of a Montague Druitt.
    â€œMontague John Druitt,” he said. “Why, I saw him only the other day. He was from New College and is a barrister, though at present he teaches in a school at Blackheath.”
    â€œAnd he has been here recently?” gasped the Canon. “How sad that I have missed him.”
    â€œNot here at Toynbee Hall,” replied the resident. “I met him in Bishopsgate last week.”
    The Canon’s head performed a strange oscillating motion while he muttered, “Oh, dear me, oh dear me, I would so have liked to see him again.”
    Not many minutes lapsed before the Canon announced suddenly that he would have to take his leave, and he was escorted out by Samuel Barnett himself, full of thanks for the generous gift.
    An hour later, Paget was helping Moriarty out of the clerical clothes and the padding with which he had disguised himself.
    â€œHis name is Druitt,” Moriarty announced with a grim, thin smile. “He is a barrister at present teaching at a school in Blackheath. Get your people on to it. I need to know all there is to know. I want it all.”
    It took Paget’s people the better part of a week to track down the school at which Druitt was employed at Blackheath, the area being well noted for its cramming shops. Paget reported the facts to his employer.
    â€œHe’s at a school run by Mr. Valentine at Nine Eliot Place, but since quitting practice as a barrister he has still retained his chambers in the Inner Temple: Nine King’s