The Limehouse Golem Page #4

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described

as an artist of exquisite skill.

And yet now the site

of his greatest work was defiled

by a seller

of secondhand clothes.

We're closed, I'm afraid, sir.

Oh, sorry.

The door was open.

No matter.

I'll be sure to return.

But I was

a beginner, an understudy.

Not yet ready

for the great stage.

An artist must

perfect his craft,

and tonight I would start

with a small, private rehearsal.

Gin?

Don't you think

you've had enough?

I want you awake.

Or else you'll miss all the fun.

I felt that she

suspected my game from the start

and offered herself willingly,

warm in the knowledge

that the world

would soon be forced to confront

the plight of her kind.

I took out her eyes in case

my image had been

imprinted upon them,

and washed the blood

from my hands with the gin

in her chamber pot.

My first performance

was complete.

Mrs. cree? I'm inspector kildare

of Scotland yard.

I suppose you're here

to chastise me

for my candor in court.

-On the contrary,

I applaud you for it.

It's all too easy

to imagine that those

who have enjoyed success

have never known suffering.

Well, to quote the great

Dan leno, "here we are again."

I'm afraid I'm not a frequenter

of the music halls.

He portrays

the suffering of women.

My gender becomes

inured to injustice.

We expect it.

Until we can greet it

merely with a shrug.

Oh.

I understood he was a comic.

The line between comedy

and tragedy is a fine one.

You haven't told me

why you're here.

I wish to put it to you that

i know why you might have had

good reason

to poison your husband.

Please, sir, I'm hoarse

from repetition.

There will be no confession.

My plea has been made.

Mrs. cree, I'm not

assigned to your case.

I'm here because your husband

is a suspect in...

Another matter.

What matter?

A journal has been found.

I'd like to compare

the handwriting with his.

Might you have anything

that he wrote?

-His papers --

-he burned them, yes.

Mrs. cree, if your husband were

found to have committed murder,

your claims of suicide

gain weight.

Do you understand?

You could go free.

Murder?

I'm investigating

a series of deaths.

They're calling them

the "limehouse golem" murders.

You can't honestly think my

husband capable of such things?

It's not my place

to have an opinion.

I just follow the threads.

The newspaper said it was

your first murder case.

That's a rotten kind

of chance to be given.

Excuse me?

I wanted to be

a serious actress, you know.

Had my chance once, too.

They don't give you another.

That's why I'd like to help you.

You needn't feign

interest in me.

There's nothing

feigned about it.

Raised in cruelty and yet

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