"I do not think this is a mundane."
"Wasn't there a letter? The killer sent something?"
"Yes, a very odd letter. I have that as well."
Gabriel went over to a desk in the corner and opened it, revealing a neat stack of newspaper cuttings.
"Yes, here it is. Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they won't fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shan't quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I can't use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope. Ha. Ha. The next job I do I shall clip the lady's ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good luck. Yours truly, Jack the Ripper."
"That's quite a name he's given himself," Tessa said. "And quite horrific."
"And almost certainly false," Gabriel said. "A bit of nonsense made up by newspapermen to keep selling the story. And good for us as well, as it gives a human face--or at least the appearance of a human hand--to it. But come, I'll show you."
He waved them over to the table in the middle of the room and removed a map from inside his coat. He spread this out.
"I have just come from the East End," he said. "Something about the stories disturbed me, for more than the obvious reasons. I went there to have a look about for myself. And what happened last night proves my theory. There have been many murders recently--all of women, women who . . ."
"Prostitutes," Tessa said.
"Quite," Gabriel said.
"Tessa has such an extensive vocabulary," Will said. "It is one of the most attractive things about her. Shame about yours, Gabriel."
"Will, listen to me." Gabriel allowed himself a long sigh.
"Spoon!" James said, running at his uncle Gabriel and jabbing him in the thigh. Gabriel mussed the boy's hair affectionately.
"You're such a good boy," he said. "I often wonder how you could possibly be Will's."
"Spoon," James said, leaning against his uncle's leg lovingly.
"No, Jamie," Will urged. "Your honorable father has been impugned. Attack, attack!"
"Bridget," Tessa said. "Could you take James to have his supper?"
James was ushered from the room, caught up in Bridget's skirts.
"The first murder," Gabriel said, "was here. Buck's Row. That occurred on August the thirty-first. Very vicious, with a number of long cuts to the abdomen. The second was on Hanbury Street on September eighth. Her name was Annie Chapman, and she was found in the courtyard behind a house. This murder had a very similar set of incisions, but was very much worse. The contents of the abdomen were simply removed. Some organs were placed on her shoulder. Some organs were simply gone. All of the work was done with a surgical precision, and would have taken a skilled surgeon some time to do. This was done in minutes, outdoors, without much light to work by. This was the work that got my attention. And now the last murders, which were only a few nights ago--these were fiendish works indeed. Now, observe closely. The first murder of that night took place here."
He pointed to a spot on the map marked Dutfield's Yard.
"This is right off of Berner Street, you see? This was Elizabeth Stride, and she was found at one in the morning. Similar injuries, but seemingly incomplete. Just forty-five minutes later, the body of Catherine Eddowes is found in Mitre Square."
Gabriel traced his finger along the route from Berner Street to Mitre Square.
"It's a distance of over half a mile," he said. "I've just walked it several times. This second murder was much more terrible in nature. The body was utterly dismembered and organs were removed. The work was very delicate in nature, very skilled. And it was done in darkness, in no more than a few minutes. Work that would have taken a surgeon much more time and certainly some light. It's simply not possible, and yet, it happened."
Tessa and Will considered the map in front of them for a moment while the fire crackled gently behind them.
"He could have had a carriage," Will said.
"Even with a carriage, there would simply not be time to commit these acts. And they are most certainly acts committed by the same being."
"Not the work of werewolves?"
"Definitely not," Gabriel said. "Nor vampires. The bodies have not been drained. They haven't been consumed or torn. They have been cut, with organs removed and arranged, as if by design. This"--Gabriel tapped the map for emphasis--"is demonic in nature. And it has set London into a panic."
"But why would a demon target only these poor women?" Will asked.
"There must be something they require. The fiend does seem to take . . . childbearing organs. I propose we patrol the East End, beginning at once. This area."
Gabriel drew a circle around Spitalfields with his finger.
"This is the center of the activity. This is where it must be. Are we agreed?"
"Where's Cecily?" Will asked.
"She has already started the work. She is there now, speaking to some of the women on the street. They find it easier speaking to her. We must start at once."
Will nodded.
"I have one further suggestion. As the beast seems to be attracted to a certain class of woman, we should use glamours . . ."
"Or shape-shifters," Tessa said.
". . . to attract the demon."
Will's eyes caught blue fire. "You are suggesting using my wife and my sister to lure the thing out?"
"It is the best way," Gabriel said. "And your sister is my wife. Both Tessa and Cecily are more than capable, and we would be there as well."
"It is a good plan," Tessa said, forestalling Will and Gabriel's next argument. (They would always have time for another one.)
Gabriel nodded. "Again, are we agreed?"
Tessa looked into her husband's bright blue eyes.
"Agreed," she said.
"Agreed," said Will. "On one condition."
"And what condition is--" Gabriel broke off with a sigh. "Ah," he said. "Brother Zachariah."
"This monster is violent," said Will. "We might need a healer. Someone with the power of a Silent Brother. This is a special situation."
"I cannot recall a situation you did not think was special and required his presence," said Gabriel dryly. "You have been known to call upon Brother Zachariah for a broken toe."
"It was turning green," said Will.
"He's right," said Tessa. "Green doesn't suit him. Makes him look bilious." She smiled at Gabriel. "There is no reason for Jem not to accompany us. We may yet need him and it does no harm to have him there."
Gabriel opened his mouth and then closed it again with a click. He hadn't known Jem Carstairs that well before Jem had become a Silent Brother, but he had liked him. Still, unlike his wife, Gabriel was one of the people who (clearly) thought it odd that even though Tessa had once been engaged to Jem, she and Will considered him part of their family and tried to include him in everything they did.
There were few people in the world who understood how much Will and Jem had loved each other, did love each other, and how much Will missed him. But Tessa did.
"If we might be able to save one of these poor women, we must try," said Tessa. "If Jem can help, that would be wonderful. If not, Cecily and I will do all we can. I hope you do not think either of us lack the courage."
Will stopped glaring at Gabriel, and turned to Tessa. He looked at her and his face softened: the traces of the wild, broken boy he had been vanished, replaced with the expression often worn by the man he was now, who knew what it was to love and be loved. "Dear heart," he said.
He took her hand and kissed it. "Who knows your courage better than I?"
*
"That October," Tessa Gray said, "there were no Ripper murders reported. The London Institute made sure to patrol every evening, right through until sunrise. It was believed that this kept the demon at bay."
It had gotten dark outside, even though it was only around three in the afternoon. The hall had gotten considerably colder as the sun had faded, and all of the students were hunkered down in the seats, arms wrapped around themselves to keep warm, but utterly alert. Tessa had been talking for some time, showing maps of London, describing truly horrific murders. It was the kind of thing that kept you awake.
"I think," she said, rubbing her hands together, "that it is time for a short break. We'll resume in half an hour."
During long lecture classes, the Academy was merciful enough to allow one bathroom break every few hours, along with some more of the murky tea, which was put out in one of the large halls in steaming, ancient urns. Simon was cold enough to take a cup. Again, some benevolent Shadowhunter had provided a tray of small cakes. Simon was able to get a fleeting look at them before they were snatched up by elites, who were excused first. Some sad little biscuits were left on the side. They looked like they were made of packed sand.