Jack the Ripper Page #3

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- You saw the murderer?

I saw an abductor. A girl in the arms

of a short, dubious guy, a midget.

I mean, I only really saw blurred silhouettes

because it was dark.

- The night was pitch-black and foggy.

- But you didn't hear a scream first?

I heard three screams -

a quiet one, a loud one, and a very loud one.

And then the shouts. That must have been

the blind man. He kept shouting, "My child."

- Did you assume that the girl was dead?

- Well, she'd stopped moving.

And even when he suddenly lifted her up,

she didn't make a sound.

- Describe that moment in detail, please.

- But I've already done that.

All right. Would you recognise

the murderer or abductor, if you saw him?

- Yes and no.

- What do you mean?

There's a chance of 50% that I would.

I'd be able to say if it wasn't him,

but I'm not sure if I'd be able to say if it was.

You can't be too careful on this point.

And now I must get back to my shop.

Oh, by the way, it's a needlework

and wool shop at 31 Old Compton Street.

If you send your wife to my shop,

I'll give her a special price.

I'll have to get married

sooner than I had planned.

- You're at the right age, young man.

- May I ask if you're married?

No, I'm a few weeks past the right age.

- Can I go now?

- Sure.

Thank you. See you later.

Pas de bourree, to the front and to the side,

and the fifth position.

And pas de bourree, and front and side,

and the fifth position.

Pas de bourree and reverence.

Well done, Cynthia.

Don't forget the arms.

The arms are everything.

Stop, Ludmilla. You snap at the barre

like a dog snaps at a bone.

You're supposed to float like a snowflake.

Fourth position.

Stretch your foot. Mind your port de bras.

What about the knee, Cynthia?

You know what pains me the most -

bent knees and wooden arms.

Oh, khorosho. Your boyfriend, Anthony.

Get away from the barre.

Fifth position, please.

- I didn't think you would come.

- Didn't you? Why not? We're not enemies.

- So we're friends, then?

- Yes. As you wish. It's up to you.

- Well... What's the reason why you're here?

- I'm not sure. Everything and nothing.

- I'd like to... Can I talk to you?

- Not now, in the middle of a class.

- What will the others say?

- It's always the same.

All you care about is ballet. I come last,

and I have to put up with so much.

You don't think about anything

other than your tour, anyway.

And I'm sitting here,

supposed to find the killer.

- Don't start all that again.

- You find it ridiculous, I know.

Look, we agreed to split up,

so it would be better if we didn't

see each other for the time being.

Yes, I know. But it's hard.

- Because nothing's right at the moment.

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