“It’s going to be great,” I said, shaking her arm. “No hockey! And I totally think my new shipment of Cheez Whiz might get here today.”

True enough. I’d told all my friends I was out, and I fully expected to find a pigeonhole full of whizzy goodness this afternoon. But not even the promise of Cheez Whiz could remove the frown from Jazza’s face.

“It’s creepy,” she said, rubbing her arms. “All of this has just made things . . . I don’t know. Everyone’s afraid. One man has made the entirety of London afraid.”

There was nothing I could do. Jazza just didn’t see the positive side of this. So I continued eating my sausages and let her have her moment. I was already thinking about the joy I’d feel in not walking to the hockey field and not standing in the goal and not getting hit with hockey balls. As a swimmer, it was a bliss she could never know.

Chapter 11

11

THE POLICE ENCOURAGE LONDONERS TO USE EXTRA caution this evening. The public are advised to walk in pairs or groups. Avoid areas of low lighting. Most important, don’t panic—carry on your lives as normal. As they said in the Second World War, ‘Keep calm and carry on’. . . ”

So we were inside again, and like everyone else in London—and around the world, probably—we were all gathered around the television. The common room was packed to capacity. Most people had work they were doing, or they had their computers on their laps. We had hours to wait for news to report anything of interest, so newscasters were filling the time with statements like that. Keep calm and carry on. Also, stay in and hide because the Ripper is coming.

Luckily, we all had his schedule. Like an evil Santa, there was no doubt when he did his work. On the night of the Double Event, the first attack occurred in a dark alley somewhere around twelve forty-five A.M. on the morning of the thirtieth. The victim was named Elizabeth “Long Liz” Stride. Her throat was cut, but she wasn’t, like the other victims, disemboweled. For some reason, the Ripper left the scene and hurried about a mile away, to a place called Mitre Square. There he murdered and completely mutilated a woman named Catherine Eddowes in five or ten minutes flat. They knew that because a policeman walked through Mitre Square at one thirty, and nothing was going on. When he walked through again fifteen minutes later, there were the gruesome remains.

As for the route: Liz Stride was murdered on Berner Street, now called Henriques Street. From there, he hurried west to Mitre Square. Mitre Square was a mere ten-minute walk from Wexford.