suggesting?â
âItâs obvious. Where does an anarchist get a new chemical?â
âFrom someone like you.â
âExactly,â White returned with a grin. âYou need to find the chemist Lamech was working with.â
âOur best lead is back at the public house. Burst down the doors and chase out the whores until we get answers.â
Kipling burst into the room. âWeâve got a problem sir!â He handed me The Weekly Dispatch. The headline read:
JEWISH ANARCHIST RESPONSIBLE FOR WHITECHAPEL & MILE END BOMBING!
âStory by Eustace Brown? Damn, that reporter!â I shouted, throwing the paper aside. âBring him in!â
âAnother thing, Inspector Reid, Detective Chief Inspector Johnstone is here.â
***
âWhat the hell, Reid?â shouted DCI Johnstone as I stepped into my office. He was sitting atop my desk. âThis is sloppy, very sloppy!â
âThe reporter sneaked in, heard whispers and crafted a story. There is no truth to his words!â
âIt doesnât matter. We now have a newspaper all over the city claiming that a Jewish anarchist is blowing up rail stations. Not only will this affect people travelling on the Underground, itâs going to cause unwanted hostilities between the gentiles and the Hebrews!â
Johnstone stood and walked around my desk looking at the map of London that hung on the wall.
âIâll make him print a retraction, sir,â said I.
âWhat are you doing about this anarchist?â
âHeâs dead. He was at the pub the night before the explosion, came home, ill, and died sometime after the explosion. His body lies here. Mr. White...â
âWhite is here?â he snapped.
âHe is, sir.â
âThat man is no doctor, heâs no proper scientist. He should not be getting his hands on police business.â
âHeâs a good man, and heâs a hell of a lot better than some of these police surgeons weâve got wasting time on our payroll.â I composed myself. âNow, I have a dead anarchist, a wrecked rail station, and a journalist I need to deal with. So, if youâll excuse me, I have work to do.â
âSee that all this is sorted, Reid. Donât let this be another Ripper.â Johnstone walked out. I went around my desk and fell into my chair.
Chapter 5
Doctor Watson
A Visit To Mr Daniels
Autumn 1890
âWatson, would you visit Lestrade and see what information they might have on this Goblin Man; and the incident regarding Mr. Daniels?â Holmes asked.
âIâll leave straight away,â said I. âWhat are you doing?â
âI will follow another avenue. Meet me at Lancaster Gate at nine oâclock, and from there weâll go see Daniels.â
I left Holmes and made my way to Scotland Yard. I did not find Lestrade at the Yard upon my arrival, and I waited some time before he appeared.
âHello Doctor.â Lestrade greeted me with a handshake. I followed him into his small office. âWhat can I do for you?
âI need to learn what you know about The Goblin Man and his connection to David Daniels,â said I.
Lestrade leaned back in his chair and let out a sigh.
âThe Goblin Man,â Lestrade began. âHe is a man who dresses up and scares people, but he is slippery as a fish, I tell you. We canât seem to catch him. His activity quietened down the past few years. I know some people thought he might have been the Ripper because his attacks stopped about six months before the Whitechapel horrors started. Now the Goblin is back, or so weâre meant to believe, and tormenting this man Daniels.â Lestrade leaned forward, placing his elbows on his desk. âWeâve got nothing. Nothing other than Danielsâ statements. Any piece of evidence or any claims, theyâve all been circumstantial.â Lestrade shook his head. âWeâve had more patrols around