Sat, May 19 2012
In Savile row, the versions of 1888 of Phileas, Passepartout, Rebecca and Aouda were to remain at the house. At the time when Passepartout was to be tried to slacken the atmosphere heavy which was installed and which Phileas was nervously to pace up and down in the room, impatiently awaiting fresh news on the course of the evening, Rebecca and Aouda exasperated by his attitude came to a commune and quiet agreement. They leave the room and Phileas alone with Passepartout who was to serve at the old gentleman a cup of tea. The old domestic had finally obtained from the old man the end of gone and come in the room after several long minutes of discussion. Phileas had taken the cup so nicely offered and had taken a gulp. An intense pain comes suddenly, struck him like a blow of knife under the last rib of his right side. He howled his pain with through the noise of the cup and the saucer breaking on the ground.
In White Chapel, Phileas took a deep breathing to forget the pain and pushed the young man out of him. The two men moved separately to sit more comfortably, Jack, of his true name Charles Sullivan, smile and looked at the other man at his opposite, death close for him visible in the tone to its weak voice and its difficult breathing.
(Jack) – It’s really too badly, I will die to have received a knife in the back but my only consolation is that I will not leave alone!
He pointed on each man who was not far from him by laughing and expressing his pain by the same fact.
(Jack) - Catherine will come with me! And him, he will die at the end of his blood, if he’s not dealt with soon, I gotten his throat! Philip has a severe contusion, but it less serious than I should had desired! And you, you are lucky, I passed beside! But you nevertheless will badly lose a lot of blood! All the wounds severe without immediate processing! I will win nevertheless!
And it spent its last moments of life in a song, a song that Philip knew too well, "a violet for mother’s grave", the song that Mary liked and sang all the time, which brought Philip howled of anger and pain.
(Philip) - You will pay for that!
And the young man rose in a good to attack the other man whom smiles last once by murmuring some things that Philip caught with difficulty and to lie then without life, under Philip’s grip. The young man in anger left fallen on the ground the dead load whereas steps approached.
At Savile Row, Passepartout was to hasten to carry assistance to his former Master but always friendly, Phileas Fogg. Passepartout was not on what had been able to occur but by his own experiment, someone had used a white weapon on the young version of his friend. The wound was reducing and it seriously had need for stabilized his friend before being able to move him. He made already lay the man already to knees on the ground by packing with his foot the remains of the broken crockery and caught his towel, which he posed on the hole of the wound to stop the bleeding.
In a lane of White Chapel, Rebecca was to lean above her cousin to see his wound state while Philip handle now of Jules by beating the effects of the commotion. Rebecca was going to draw the scalpel out of her cousin’ body when he stopped her.
(Phileas) - Not, deals with Verne, I can wait.
Rebecca posted a dissatisfied glance and sighed her disapproval.
(Rebecca) - How can you be sure of it? Let me help you! (Phileas) – We had all already got a doctor’s advise, now wear assistance at Verne. While passing, thank you for your intervention. I don’t know right now how we will be able to cover the fact than he died in receiving a knife in the back.
Rebecca posted a glance this time more than only dissatisfied.
(Rebecca) - To cover! Why cover? It’s Jack the ripper! Don’t tell me you hope lets the story die choked? There was a mission, I announce you!
At Saville Row, the shouts of pain launched by Phileas had alerted the two women who were hastened to return in the office. Passepartout had succeeded in slowing down the bleeding, but suddenly his old friend had a howl of pain practically worse than the first and seemed took of convulsion, fortunately that lasted only a few moments and then the gentleman rested on the ground whereas his wife kneels by his side her hands on his covered with his blood.
In the lane, Phileas sighed of anger by withdrawing himself the scalpel in a decided gesture. The pain decreased of intensity then than he tried forgetting it and he succeed almost completely. He kneels close to the body of Charles Jacques Sullivan, and not near of Jack the ripper’s one, his only thought for the parents of the young man but especially for his mother, Lady Caroline. He observed a last time the young man‘s eyes , he had the same than his mother. Brown recalling out the coffee beans. The Caroline than he knew wasn’t mother yet, not more than he was father. But she was married recently when they was met one evening, like two hearts in solitary sorrow sauntering in the park. Her, to forget that her husband had preferred pass the evening to his club rather than with her at home. Him, to forget than Chatsworth, had once again, to send Rebecca on mission while be ensure than her cousin remains remote. He had tried well to draw from Sir Jonathan information in a way free and voluntary, with the help of few threats and gestures violent for encourage the man, but the man had preferred to turn his eyes rather than to inform him.
They thus meet, then a guilty affair had followed, a bachelor with a married woman, a woman married with another man. It was before, before the Aurora, before Aouda, and that was happen at last only once or two, without another repetition. He slipped his hand on the face of the young man, closing his eyes in this movement. Caroline deserved better like son than an assassin. Phileas had lost the notion of time while being lost in his memories. He returned finally to the reality of the present when a strong hand was posed on his shoulder and that the voice of the inspector replaced Caroline’s one slowly.
(Abberline) – It’s the moment to leave, Fogg, you need to go at the hospital, I will contact Scotland Yard.
Suddenly of return to his full knowledge, Phileas rose in an abrupt movement. He did not know since when he was knelt there or when the inspector had joined them but all that have only a little bit of importance and he marques his refusal.
(Phileas) - Not!
Aberline exchanged a glance with Rebecca, which approached.
(Rebecca) - Phileas, we made our share, it’s the moment to leave and show the wounds to a doctor. Philip seems to be in capacity to walk now and Jules’s wound is reducing. The hospital is not far, you can all three do that. I will remain on the spot while Frederick handle contact his superiors and got the necessary help.
Phileas not hang on the first name used but refused once again with more strength.
(Phileas) - Not! If one leaves, we leave all together! And we bring him! Even if I must carry him myself on my shoulder!
Rebecca threw a black look on him and let escape a sigh between her tight teeth.
(Rebecca) – I hope than you have a good reason for that, mule’s head! And where do you propose we go until we are able to obtain a means of transport and in hiding a corpse, not less?
Phileas, him also, sighed in anger. He knew Montague John Druitt’s address, but it would be risked for them to go there even for only few hours now that Druitt had been found died. Phileas collected the knife and the scalpel and hid them in his boots while thinking of another solution. Charles Sullivan’s address should be a better solution, he digs the pockets of clothing of Charles under the glance of Rebecca and the other amazed one. Jules was the first with speaking and they were his first words since one moment, “Fogg, what are you doing?”. Phileas found what sought and digs his own pockets in the search of some thing else, the matches. He scorched one of them and with this small source of light looked on what he had found. He caught then the Charles Sullivan’s corpse without soul nor life. He posed him on his shoulder and opened the step without saying a word or answering the question. They needed to leave the places before than someone does notice them and he preferred to take the things in hand of only hearing them discussed on his decisions. Resigned, the others followed him.
In Saville Row, Passepartout, Rebecca and Aouda had worked in team to install a Phileas bloodstained more comfortably but the night had been long for everyone and especially for the doctor that Passepartout had to practically bring back in need force by saying that his former employer and friend had been victim of a burglar caught on the fact. The doctor was occupied himself of the patient and had left while promising to return later for see the casualty’s state.
In White Chapel, Rebecca had accepted to joint Jules and Philip for go at hospital and once on the place had obtained Passepartout. She had sent him to research of an attachment for the morning. Once to ensure that the three wounded ones were dealt with, Rebecca and Aouda had joined the other men at Charles Sullivan’s address. Aouda had a shock by seeing what her husband had made a point of bringing with him and had deposited on the only bed available of the modest apartment than occupied the aspirant doctor become banker, a bank’s administrator and then an assassin.
In the morning, Passepartout had returned with large an enough attachment for them all. They passed then at the hospital from where they could take Philip and Jules. Both a little bit mess up but all even sufficiently stable to be released under strict conditions. Jules’s cut had appeared worse than it was, the jugular artery having not been touched. And Philip had received a good blow with the head but was quite drawn for his account. Charles Sullivan’s corpse wrapped in a cover making it pass for a sick man more than for a death one, having been sat in the attachment although its presence seems affected the living travelers who shouldered it but whom did not understand the reason of the presence. Aberline, in rage against Phileas, had preferred go sit with Passepartout on the driver seat who led the attachment until Savile Row whereas Phileas had been forced to take seat close to his companion since the tacit agreement of the others had been decisive on the conditions of its transport. The voyage was done in a deathly hush, which was rather suitable contents of the circumstances, thought Phileas.
A few moments later, Passepartout stopped the attachment in front of number 7 of Savile Row. All to leave the attachment by leaving Phileas handle of the corpse as if it had been a sick friend. Once entered to the house, the Phileas young person installed Charles Sullivan in the sitting room of the first floor before climbing up the stair and come in the conversation between the others in connection with what was produces during the night. He entered the office then to see the strain left by blood on the carpet. His breathing stuck in his throat and the memory of the events of the day before returned in his memory, Phileas tore larger his already damaged clothing and hardly stained red to compare with what was undergoes the carpet. He looked closely, touched himself then he not succeeds anymore to find the precise spot where the scalpel had struck him and had remained a few minutes. Out of comprehension and completely mystified, he threw a glance on Jules, a glance that Jules hasn’t certainly ever seen in his friend’s eyes until this day, a mixture of worry and panic. The tone that the man used fit only too well with his glance.
(Phileas) - Verne! How that can it be possible? I’ve apparently nothing at all and look at that!
Jules had seen already and the picture was too disconcerting for he can still look at it and in shook his head without withdrawing his look out of his friend than he could not reassure, he just tried himself to understand the facts.
(Jules) - I do not know, Fogg. According to what I see, you are in his space-time. All what happen to you, it’s him who must undergo it. This seems to be the rule for each one of your doubles.
He who had taken a stupid risk to fight with a man armed with a knife whereas he had nothing in hand at the time, felt even guiltier and he left the room to run to his double’s bedside. He come near of the old man and seemed terribly sorry. The old Phileas opened his eyes. He fixed his glance to annoy and surprised in the one of his young version disturbed by a guilt feeling.
(Phileas) - Will you come out of it? Because if you…
He had a light recreation, which stopped the other man in his plea and answered him on a sarcastic tone.
(Phileas, the elder one) - Fogg! Since when are you concerned with your own survival? Coming from a man who once to try to bring some card players to be taken part in a duel where he did not had the intention to return the fire and this with only an aim of obtain than one draws a blow, hoped, fatal on him, I must acknowledge than I finds that rather surprising. (Phileas) – Does it is, indeed? Then do you believe that you will come out of it? (Phileas, the elder one) - I would. Even if I would not have bet on that if it were arrived sometime ago. By the way, I have to thank you. I’ve several reasons for that. To your agreement to come. (Phileas) - Did I have the choice? I don’t believe. (Phileas, the elder one) - Ho! There is always the choice. You should carry it out soon. What gives the impression to us to obtain limited choices; it is than our hart dictates the only solution, which appears possible to us. And of going to the contrary appears impossible to make. Than you want it or not, you have a hart, you always had it. You think that I changed, eh? Observe correctly! I am what I always was; I just left beside the conditioned by the too many years of drives behaviors. (Phileas) - Not, I don’t believe that.
He let escape a laughter, which revived the pain of his wound.
(Phileas, the elder one) - Stubborn and septic, that also I am remain. Don’t make me laugh, that hurt me! I have also to thank you because you presence seems to have to bring in me an energy that I have not remembered to have since 20 years. We seem all to have obtained this effect since your arrived.
He lowered the tone of his voice before adding
(Phileas, the elder one) - Without counting that I had not touched Alou’s body since a so long.
The young double posed a curious and amused glance on his elder with a raised eyebrow.
(Phileas, the elder one) – Don’t look at me like that, you will frighten me. I reassure you immediately, this side always functioning very well. I wanted simply not inflicted at Alou more problem than she had already with her health. I can only hope that her state will not become again what it was. My family is intact thanks to you. You saved my son’s life, even if it worth me being stabbed of a blow of knife, that was worth largely that. (Phileas) – It was very natural. (Phileas, the elder one) - You know, I knew a man who has once said "One doesn’t meet a woman like that really often in his life" I hope than you carry out the chance that you have to have meet another who moreover to agree to give you her hand in marriage and who will very soon give you a son.
On the words of his elder, Phileas carried out than Aouda was probably now with child. And the explanation seemed plausible since the one would have the most be affected by their come, apparently didn’t have been at all. Seeking a confirmation about his impression, he lengthily observed a long moment the face of the man lay on the bed, he was the one held the answer to his question and seemed to maintain him in his suspense. The other man desired laugh on the expression he recognized like his on the other man’s face and made sign that "yes" by showing a smile. The realization of the news struck Phileas like a blow behind his knees and he was in need to sit what amused the old man . Then once come back from the emotion, the young version return with some questions.
(Phileas) – Does there is something than I should know for the future? Something, which I should make? Or don’t make in the future?
The man’s old version shook his head in sign than "not", even if there would have been easy to him to answer since an answer leaped in his head, requiring to leave but he try very hard to ignore it and to remain neutral.
(Phileas, the elder one) - No. I cannot answer you. Because if you change the course of your life, you change the things. And if you changes the things, who knows how they will become thereafter? Better? Or worse? I am perhaps a player, but I refuse to take this incalculable risk? For you. Because for me, it is too late. (Phileas) - Why? You think that you go?
The Phileas young person remained quiet his glance fixed on the hand, which holds a grip on him.
(Phileas, the elder one) – The death is the only existing justice on the earth. You should know that. One passes all by-there one day. And if that can reassure you, I got well the intention to finish centenarian. After all, I’ve a certain interest in the future. I want to be able to benefit from it as much than I can. Now, you need to go for finish what you began. Brought back Jack the ripper to the authorities of the country and let’s them take care of him. Don’t worry for Caroline; I will pass to see her. I’ve trust you done all what was a necessity. And the Authorities will take things in change and will continue in the same direction than you. Go, Fogg, and brings back everyone in 1862.
The young version tightened the shoulder of the casualty, accepted and left the part. The young versions of Aouda, Rebecca and Passepartout was to wait for him in the hall after having just made like him and having accepted that it was time to leave after having to exchange some word with their respective doubles. Phileas caught once again Sullivan’s corpse. And the four young doubles turned over to Balmoral finished the mission, which had been entrusted to them.
No other murder was officially to allot at Jack the ripper from that moment. Some will say that the murderer was stopped for another crime and never tell who he was or what he had done. Others revealed than he was a young man being drown in the Thames. Or than he had died in an asylum for insane people corroded by his own madness. Or than he had migrated to United-States where crime of similar natures was perpetrated thereafter. But the mystery of Jack the ripper continued to make run down this time, ink and not blood.
A few months later, the inspector Frederick George Abberline left the police force for an early retirement. Did he have enough to work for Scotland Yard; did he would have received a better offer of work by another service or organization?
For Caroline and John William Sullivan, a representative of the crown comes to announce to them that their son had been found died near the station. Announcing to the relative that the young man had been apprehended by two men and had followed them away. After having refused of execute the request of the robbers and being beaten with one of them, the other had wildly stabbed him in the back. A witness, gentleman and friend of the family, confirmed and gave all possible encouragement to the parents afflicted.
For our friends, of 1862, they supplemented their mission by depositing the body of Jack the ripper under the glance of his majesty the Victoria queen and turned over each one to their life with a little of a new one with them. For those of 1888, the life took again their normal course and the wounds without disappearing completely had as a comfort being happen to the moment of serve a cause right.
The End.
The writer’s notes: This is work of fiction, therefore fictionalized and it is thus significant to hold account that the real facts and the dates was inevitably not respected on account of the size of the text and tastes of the author.
Bibliographie: La mallette de Jack l’éventreur, web site : http://jackleventreur.free.fr/(approve sites)
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