10. 103, Lambeth Palace Road, LondonI had been enjoying the comfort of my new home for just a couple of days when I started to think about my jolly night with Liz. She had been rather good company and I thought it might be fun to repeat our antics, although at that point I was undecided as to whether the girl would live afterwards or not. Therefore I put pen to paper and sent her a short note, suggesting that I call on her between three and five that very afternoon.
My plan for the morning was to attend to an issue that had been bothering me for some time. My eyesight had been deteriorating slowly for a while, partly due to short-sightedness from birth, but I was also convinced that the wretched syphilis was starting to take its toll on my pupils as well. Whilst staying at Anderton's Hote
