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Anno Dracula (Anno Dracula #1) Page 56

LORD JACK

It had been dizzyingly hot inside Mary Jane Kelly's room; the chill of the court was sobering. Once out of the charnel house, Beauregard realised that though the mystery was solved, he was faced with a quandary. The women were dead, Seward hopelessly mad. What justice would be served by turning him over to Lestrade? In whose interests was he to act now? Sir Charles Warren's, by letting the police take credit for an arrest? The Prince Consort's, by turning over another vanquished foe to the spikes outside the Palace?

'He bit me,' the Ripper said, remembering some trivial incident, 'the madman bit me.' Seward held out his gloved, swollen hand. Blood was pooled in the palm.

'Vlad Tepes will make him immortal, just so he can torture him forever,' Genevieve said.

Someone came out of the chandler's shop and stood in the archway. Beauregard saw red eyes in the dark and made out the silhouette of a big man in a check ulster and a billycock hat. How much had this vampire witnessed? He stepped into the court.

'Well done, sir. You've put an end to Jack the Ripper.'

It was Sergeant Dravot from the Diogenes Club.

'All along, sir, there were two murderers, working together,' said Dravot. 'It should have been obvious.'

The world was spinning again, the cobbles beneath him falling away. Beauregard did not know where it would stop.

Dravot bent down and whipped a ragged blanket away from a human bundle that had been shoved into a corner. A dead white face stared up, lips drawn back in a last snarl.

'It's Godalming,' Beauregard exclaimed.

'Lord Godalming, sir,' Dravot said. 'He was in it with Dr Seward. They fell out last night.'

Beauregard could not make all the pieces fit. He knelt by the body. There was a large patch of black blood on his breast, soaking his shirt. In the patch was a ragged wound, over the heart.

'How long have you known all this, Dravot?'

'You caught the Rippers, sir. I've just been looking out for you. The cabal set me up as your guardian angel.'

Genevieve was standing apart from them, holding Jack Seward's arm. Her face was shadowed.

'And Jago? Was that you?'

Dravot shrugged. 'Another matter, sir.'

Beauregard stood, pushing the cobbles with his cane, and brushed off his knees.

'There'll be a fearful scandal. Godalming was well-thought-of. He had a reputation as a coming man.'

'His name will be entirely blackened, sir.'

'And he was a vampire. That will cause a stir. The assumption was that the Ripper was warm.'

Dravot nodded.

'I should think the cabal will be delighted,' Beauregard continued. 'This will embarrass a great many people. There will be repercussions. Careers will be smashed, reputations overturned. The Prime Minister will look foolish.'

Genevieve spoke bitterly. 'It's all very tidy, gentlemen. But what about Jack?'

Dravot and Beauregard looked at her. And at Seward. The Ripper was propped against the wall of the court. His face was wearily free of expression. Blood dribbled from his wound.

'His mind is gone completely,' Genevieve said. 'Whatever glue held him together is dissolved.'

'It would be best if Mr Beauregard did the honours.'

Genevieve looked at Dravot with something approaching loathing. Beauregard felt he had no choice. His actions had been directed by others. He was almost at the end of his duty. With a great weariness, he realised he had done little but leap hurdles on a course set out for him.

'Hold him up,' Beauregard said. 'Against the wall.'

Genevieve's hand was at Seward's throat, her nails extending. 'Charles,' she said. 'You don't have to. If it must be done, I can...'

He shook his head. She could not spare him this. It had been the same with Elizabeth Stride. He had simply been merciful. 'It's alright, Genevieve,' he said. 'Just hold him.'

She knew what he was about and gave her consent. She took her hand from Seward's throat. 'Good-bye, Jack,' she said. He gave no sign of understanding.

Beauregard drew his sword-cane. The rasp cut through the tiny night-sounds. Genevieve nodded and Beauregard slipped his blade through Seward's heart. The point scraped brickwork. Beauregard withdrew the sword, and sheathed it. Seward, cleanly dead, crumpled. He fell beside Godalming. Two monsters together.

'Good work, sir,' Dravot said. 'You cornered the murderers and Dr Seward became frenzied. He destroyed his confederate and you bested him in single combat.'

Beauregard was irritated to be treated as if he were a schoolboy being tutored by his fellows in an excuse.

'And what of me?'

Beauregard and Dravot both looked at Genevieve.

'Am I a "loose end"? Like Jack, like Godalming? Like that poor girl in there?' She nodded to Mary Jane Kelly's doorway. 'You let him butcher her, didn't you?'

Dravot said nothing.

'You or Jack killed Godalming. Then, knowing what he was, you stood back in the shadows and let him account for her. It was tidier that way. You didn't even dirty your hands.'

Dravot deferred. Beauregard was sure the Sergeant had a revolver about him, loaded with silver bullets.

'We came along at a convenient time,' she continued. 'To finish off the story.' Genevieve held out Seward's scalpel. 'Do you want to use this? That would be neater.'

'Genevieve,' Beauregard said, 'I don't understand...'

'No, you wouldn't. Poor Charles. Between bloodsuckers like Godalming and this creature,' meaning Dravot, 'you're a lost lamb. Just as Jack Seward was.'

Beauregard stared long at Genevieve before he turned to Dravot. If it came to it, he would protect her with his life. There were limits to his devotion to the plans of the Diogenes Club.

The Sergeant was gone. Beyond the archway, the fog was dispersing. It was nearly dawn. Genevieve came to him and he embraced her. The world stopped tilting and turning. Together, they were the fixed point.

'What happened here,' she asked, 'what truly happened?'

He did not yet know.

Together, bone-tired, they emerged from Miller's Court. On the other side of Dorset Street, a pair of constables strolled, chatting together on their beat. Genevieve whistled, to get their attention. Her trilling was not a human sound. It pierced his eardrums like a needle. The coppers, truncheons out, trotted towards them.

'You'll be the hero,' she whispered to him.

'Why?'

'You've no choice.'

The policemen were with them. They both looked terribly young. One was Collins, whom he remembered from his visit with Sergeant Thick. He recognised Beauregard and all but saluted.

'There's a dead woman in that court,' he told them. 'And a pair of murderers, also dead. Jack the Ripper is finished.'

Collins looked shocked. Then he grinned. 'Is it over?'

'It's over,' Beauregard said, uncertain but convincing.

The two constables dashed into Miller's Court. After a moment, they rushed out again and began blowing their whistles. Soon the area would be thick with policemen, journalists, sensation-seekers. Beauregard and Genevieve would have to explain at length, more times than either could really bear.

In his mind, Beauregard saw Jack Seward on his knees in the ground-floor back room with the bloody thing that had been Mary Jane Kelly. Genevieve shuddered along with him. The memory was something they would share forever.

'He was mad,' she said 'and not responsible.'

'Then who,' he asked, 'was responsible?'

'The thing who drove him mad.'

Beauregard looked up. The last moonlight shone down through thinning fog. He fancied he saw a bat, large and black, flit across the face of the moon.

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