The cold morning of the English capital could be felt in all aspects, a funeral procession was followed by many people, the youngest daughter of the Earl of Winchester was to be buried, the family crypt, large, gloomy and cold, would be the last resting place of Willemina Winchester, her loved ones were preparing to say goodbye, just a few months ago their mother passed away from a heart attack, leaving the sisters heartbroken.
The pain that Elizabeth felt, could not be described in words, her little sister, Willy, would never see her again with her beautiful sky blue eyes; the men dressed in black lowered the glass coffin, and she led her into the crypt, she would soon have to leave her in the coldness of that place.
I promise you, Willy, I swear, I will find that person who killed you- Elizabeth said with tears in her eyes- I will make him pay, I will not rest until I see him sunk in jail paying for your death- the woman wiped her eyes with a violent movement with the handkerchief that had been offered by her fiancé, she should no longer cry
The Winchesters' chaplain spoke about life after death, that pure souls like Willemina's went directly to heaven, to enjoy the presence of their father, when the moment of cruel farewell came, her father, who had stood firm, when he saw that his daughter was put in that crypt, he could not help but utter a cry of pain, which was so heartbreaking that those present got goose bumps.
Those present left the cemetery, the rain falling cold on the Winchesters and Elizabeth's boyfriend, Robert, who held the arm of his beloved Betsy.
We have to go, my dear- said Robert- you nurses if you continue under this storm, you same Earl of Winchester, come on, I'll take you home- Elizabeth nodded and wiped her last tears, Lord Winchester walked with a slow and solemn step, a part of his heart had remained in that cold grave that at that time was being bathed by the rain of the cold and frozen autumn of the London capital.
At the Winchesters' mansion, Elizabeth was in charge of putting her father to bed and checking that he had a hot brick on his feet and that he drank an herbal infusion accompanied by twelve-year-old whiskey, all this to prevent him from contracting a cold from having remained in the rain during Willemina's service.
Now he will try to sleep, father, he has been awake for many hours, since what happened- Elizabeth spoke, as she arranged the feather covers over her father- have all your tea and father, I love him with all my heart- she gave him a kiss on the in front of his father, who nodded, his eldest daughter, took care of him as if he were the son and she the mother, she would very soon marry Sir Robert Jones, she hoped that she would be immensely happy with that good man who loved her since she was a girl.
You should still rest, Beth- said the father from the bed- you are pale and I fear, my little one, that you have not eaten a bite in hours, please, you have to take care of yourself, you are the only thing I have left, well, you and that good man whom you have chosen as a life partner, you must marry, we will have a small reception to entertain you and him- Lord Winchester spoke from his bed.
I will, father, I will go to eat something, but I must first make sure that you, are already asleep, Robert is saying goodbye to the last people who came to give us condolences- Elizabeth spoke as she closed the heavy dark green velvet curtains, Lord Winchester he was overcome by sleep and pain, so he finally fell into a deep sleep.
Elizabeth left the room with a heavy heart, her father despite the pain of losing Willy, kept thinking about her nuptials with Robert, her dear fiancé, he was in the living room saying goodbye to the people at the funeral home .
He has finally fallen asleep, he had not been able to do it, you know since they told us about Willy- when he said his sister's name, his voice faltered and he had to hold back his tears- I don't understand Robert, I really can't understand, do you? Who could have hated Willy so much to do this to him? -The girl sat on the small armchair in the living room-Sir Robert Jones, knelt in front of her with one of her large hands, her small ones.
My beloved Betsy- he said with a moved voice, he loved his beautiful and gentle fiancée madly, just a year ago, they had been in the same place, in the same position, when he asked her to be his wife, and she with a resplendent smile had given an affirmative answer; Now he was trying to comfort her for the loss of her beloved little sister-she cries everything, there is a lot of evil in the world, and unfortunately Willemina was a victim of her, I put everything in my power, to be able to discover what
Who did that irreparable damage, and prevent other people from being victims of that being- the man lovingly kissed her hands.
One of the maids entered the living room - Miss Elizabeth, Sir Harry Macmillan is at the door, he told me he was a detective from Scottland Yard, he wants to see if you can receive him, he wants to offer his condolences and talk about young Miss Willy- spoke the woman with affected voice- should I let him in ?, or ask him to come back tomorrow- spoke Fiona.
Let him in, Fiona, Sir Jones and I will receive him in this place, on behalf of my father- Elizabeth spoke and turned to see her fiancé- Scottland Yard? -I look at him confused- I thought the nightmare was over- the girl looked confused, but she got up from the seat to receive Sir Harry Macmillan, who entered the room dressed in mourning clothes.
Sir Harry was a man in his forties, with dark brown hair and a padlock-shaped beard, his eyes were black as night, but if you looked closely you could see the goodness in them; The man entered the Winchesters' drawing room where Lady Elizabeth and Sir Jones were waiting.
Good evening, I am Harry Macmillan and I have come to lend my support in finding the midnight killer ...
Harry Macmillan stood in the Winchesters' tearoom with a hat in one hand and in the other, clad in black gloves, he introduced himself to Lady Winchester and her boyfriend, Sir Robert Jones.Come in, have a seat, Sir Macmillan? -the woman offered him her place in front of her and hers promised hers, the living room could be heard murmurs that came from the kitchen, they were the employees who were fixing and cleaning the place.Can I offer you something? - Elizabeth questioned the newcomer - a tea, wishky? - The lady took a seat, the men were standing while they waited for her to take a seat; When they finished doing it, they proceeded to do the same action above.A Whiskey please, Miss Winchester, as I have told you upon my arrival I have come to speak about your sister and the murderer of midnight, I have also come to offer my services to solve the crime, but above all to do justice to your young sister and other girls
Night was falling on the London capital, the few lights that illuminated King Cross were beginning to turn on, some carriages pulled by beautiful horses of all colors were circulating on the king's road.A place began to show bustle and vulgar piano music, the smells of cheap perfume, hair oil and rouge were the mixture of the place, beautiful and not so beautiful women were working, vulgar laughter was mixed with other sounds; a man dressed entirely in black, from footwear to an old felt hat, looked like something out of a horror tale.That man looked carefully at each of the women in the place, he had a glass of port in his right hand and in the other a cane with a silver handle; He studied each of the women and people who were inside the place, the person in charge of the place approached him to ask if she was interested in any of the girls in the place to have a good time.If I like that one, the one with black hair
Detective Harry Macmillan was in an office at Scotland Yard, who had taken an oath herself, to find the murderer of Willemina Winchester; she was analyzing some papers, they were the notes on how the body had been found, with a couple of holes in the neck, some of the funeral service agents and others said with fear; "It must be a vampire", "or some demonic being", those were the rumors that ran through the streets of the city, in the other bodies that had been found the marks were the same, he had his fountain pen between his lips and his nose, he thoughtfully read each one of those notes.The night fog of London began to fall, and the cold that caused this began to soak to the marrow of the bones, in the fireplace that was in her office, the fire leapt happily between the logs that were completely lit.I had seen this type of crime on one occasion in Surrey, two wounds in a main vein of the body, wanting to bleed the victim,
Sir, I am enclosing half a kidney that I took from a woman and that I have kept for you, the other part I fried and ate, it was very tasty. I can send you the bloody knife with which it was extracted, if you wait a bit. "- Jack the RipperIt was the year 1899 in the capital of England, it was a rainy and cold autumn night, a shadow was walking through the cobbled streets, a carriage was heading home, the horses could be heard walking slowly, the imposing Big Ben marked twelve o'clock. The night and a heartrending cry broke the silence that until now reigned in the streets.The police officers immediately arrived where the scream occurred, on the scene there was an elegantly dressed woman, it was Lady Willemina Winchester, daughter of the Duche of Winchester, she had a cut on her neck that looked like two holes in the jugular vein, the blood ran from the neck to the beginning of the chest, her gray silk dress with garnet t