Six – Murder in Whitechapel!I slept late that Tuesday. There was nothing unusual in that. In fact, that's the point.
I had begun my new work in Whitechapel, returned to my lodgings afterward, quietly retired, and slept the sleep of the just. I woke refreshed. I rose from bed, conducted my ablutions with a light heart, dressed myself happily – with a growing curiosity – and waited to hear… whatever there would be to hear concerning my initial effort in George Yard.
To my surprise and, I confess, my disappointment, that amounted to nothing. The street outside my window was quiet. All appeared normal to the eye. There was neither sound or sign of alarm visible anywhere. I don't know exactly what it was I'd been expecting. But I had expected… something.
Of course, my work had taken place a
