By the time I get my gear and make my way back to Warren's, the streets are starting to get busy with delivery carts and the usual daily grind of 1888. Unable to wear my cuff and arm bands through the streets, I carry them in a large woven bag, along with the other items I will require. I wish the sun was to be seen, but the clouds are thick today and the hidden ball of fire illuminates them.
Standing on the stoop, bag in hand, and wearing my usual disguise for daytime (eye patch and moustache) I feel prepared for war. Having mismatched eyes puts folks off and right now, I need to fit in. I lean on the buzzer and try not to fly out of my skin; I've done so much waiting around the last few days, I can't do it anymore and under the circumstances a life hangs in the balance. Just as I am prepared to break down the door, the same red-faced woman answers. She is none too pleased with me and demands why I have come at this hour of the morning. As calmly as I can manage, I explain the dire urgency it is to see Mr. Warren. He would be extremely angry if he found out she was the cause of a seriously important case not being resolved. She was taken aback and I moved passed her before she could compose her thoughts or block my way. Dashing up the stairs, I made it the door I believed was Warren's; knocking, I waited for a reply... Yes, what is it Mrs. Bennett? Stepping into the room, I quickly observed the surroundings and the window I saw lit several nights passed. I moved across the room and over to the bed, where Warren lay, he looked better than in the pub, but I could see the next stage was coming soon.
Warren had a look of shock and fright. Had he not gotten my note? He could be delirious and not recognize me with the eye patch and moustache. In a hushed voice, I told him it was me Jack...a friend. Putting my bag down on the floor, I came closer and lifted my patch and repeated, it's Jack, your friend and I am here to help you. You need my help or you're going to die. Please, I beg you to trust me, if only just this one time...I can save you Warren.
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