Jack the Ripper Page #2

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a cry of fear from a cry of death.

I'm like a dog in that respect.

He approached the spot from whence

the cry came. He heard a struggle.

The cry was uttered, and then sounds

of dragging and gasping were heard,

as if the victim was being towed away.

I know what you're thinking. The testimony

is too precise for a blind man.

You don't know how to use your senses of

hearing and smell. My senses are sharper.

If I ever met you again, I would

without doubt recognise you immediately.

I sensed and took in

your aura immediately.

Would you be able to pick out the murderer

from ten people?

Without a doubt.

This man has a personality, even if he

is tormented by his physical urges.

And last night, he was probably tormented

by greater fears

than poor Sally and myself.

Yes, he was incredibly nervous.

So he's a madman?

Perhaps, but he suffers

from the particular kind of madness

that borders on genius.

Do you understand?

Despite everything,

the man does not have a bad aura.

He's more like a victim than an executioner.

Nothing concrete, then.

If you want concrete information,

I shall do my best to provide it.

He has to be short and strong,

and he certainly is not a manual

but rather an intellectual worker.

- Why is that?

- Because he has a certain smell.

A strange, peculiar smell that combines

intellect and strength at the same time.

- Do you know a lot about spices?

- No, I wouldn't say that.

- Then I'll try and give you an example.

- All right. Fire away.

- Indians have special spices for sauces.

- You must have served in India.

Yes, and I learnt a lot there.

It was the most important lesson of my life.

Were you there a long time?

Yes, I was. I gained a lot in India,

and I also lost something - my eyesight.

That's when I learnt to identify

the scents of oriental spices for sauces-

mint, kokum, curry...

With this man, I also felt that I was

able to identify his various scents -

sweat, expensive soap, top quality fabric.

And another very special odour,

one that even you would be able to detect.

- Alcohol.

- Indeed I would. On you, for example.

That would be too easy.

It contained 90% alcohol,

and it triggered a surprising reaction.

I felt as if I had been

transported back to India.

It was the smell of a rare tropical plant

which you only find in the greenhouses

of botanical gardens here - Aechmea.

- Inspector...

- Yes?

I... I'm sorry,

but you can't treat people like this.

I'm in a hurry. Annette is alone in the shop,

and the young thing is inexperienced.

I must go back

before she does something stupid.

- Miss Higgins, please sit down.

- I have waited long enough.

- If you want to ask me something, do it now.

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