A Meeting With The Commissioner“This whole situation is getting completely out of hand, gentlemen.”
Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, Sir Charles Warren, sat behind his solid mahogany desk, his face an angry mask, as Chief Superintendent Walter Morrow and Chief Inspector Joshua Madden stood, appearing for the entire world like a pair of naughty schoolboys being berated by their headmaster. Warren hadn't invited either man to sit, despite the presence of two comfortable leather armchairs in the plush, carpeted office; a sure sign of his growing angst.
“I already have what seems to be half the police force of London searching for this damned Whitechapel Murderer, and now you have the effrontery to tell me that we've had a second murder on the underground railway and yet you have not
