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The ghost is standing at the end of the bed, he is always there now, he smiles at me knowingly and I smile back, we both know what needs to be done .
Now is the time for me to commit to paper the conversation between me and Holmes and reveal the grim truth behind the events that the whole world grew to know as the Siege of Sydney Street.
After the line up we all made our way to the Crown and Anchor to plan the robbery, there was me, Verbal the Gimp, George ( the mad yid) Golddstien, Fritz Svaars, William Sokolow and Jacob Peters, otherwise known as Peter the Painter.
In one of the smoke filled booths, in hushed voices we planned the deed,Verbal informed us that a large shipment of diamonds would be delivered to 119 Houndsditch Street , It should be a simple case of going in, terrorising the owners tying them up and stealing the jewels , simples, Verbal would be our look out, and the rest of us would be muscle.
Well come the day in question we all met up on time at the narrow cobbled street leading to the back entrance , it was early in the morning , about 8.30 , it was misty, no one was about , I booted the door in and in we went.
Well things were badly badly wrong , from what i could make out no one was there ,we searched what appeared to be a long abandoned building top to bottom , but it was pretty much empty , a few brocken packing crates and lots of dust , then things began to happen really fast . Their was a loud banging at the door , and the next thing I knew the house was full of cops.
Well we opened up on them and blasted our way out, I let fly with my colt 45s, Jacob hit one with his dreyse pistols and we fought our way back out through the door, it was a melee of screams blood and falling coppers, my 45 blew the side of one of the peelers heads off in a cloud of red vapour his helmet flying high in the air as his body cart wheeled to the floor.
We made our way into the street and ran for it , I was side by side with Gardstien, that’s when I heard that sound, it was like Maus Chinese fire crackers going off, and suddenly there were bullets flying everywhere, I turned drawing my revolver to see what was going on but Gardstien was in front of me, he must have been hit half a dozen times and he was still standing firing back at our assailant whoever he was, they didn’t call him ‘the mad yid’ for nothing, he was one hard brutal basted, he fell backwards into my arms, and the rest of us , including Verbal who by now had joined us managed to drag him all the way to 59 Grove Street.
He was in a really bad way, he was trembling all over and coughing blood all over me as I held him in my arms.
His last words were ,” I’m so cold Joe, sit and shiver with me shiver with me ”
I replied “I will get the bastard that did this to you George I promise”.
In the end we had to leave him there, I think he was already dead by then.
We hastily agreed to meet up one week from that day in a safe house, or at least one that we thought was safe, 100 Sydney Street.
Well that was a slow week I can tell you, every day I expected to be arrested or shot , the story was everywhere and London was crawling with armed cops and stories of anarchist revolutionaries, fear and terror stalked every shadow.
It was pure paranoia I can tell you.
At this point Holmes interrupted my story saying
“Gardstien was well known to me as an honourable if very violent east end villain, he wasn’t saying shiver, he was using the Yiddish language, he was actually saying Shiva, it is a yiddish prayer for the dead, Gardstien had once been an hassidic rabbi, before the women alcohol and drugs took over his life, he was asking you to pray for his immortal soul…”
I said nothing , but in my mind various pieces of a jigsaw seemed to be falling into place, namely my spectral rabbi , it was Goldstien , it had been Goldstein all along , I now knew what I had to do to release me from this curse and release him too to whatever fate awaited him in the next world , I said nothing.
Continuing his tale…
“Well any way, a week later we all met up , it was just a room in an old abandoned house , we all knew someone had betrayed us , I suspected Verbal the Gimp, but just the fact that he turned up allayed my suspicions, no one who had done such a thing would ever have the nerve to show their face, there were shouts of anger and revenge, Peter was ranting and waving round that dreyse pistol of his, I sat silently analysing my comrades’ for signs of duplicity,Verbal just kept apologising. We harangued him as to exactly were he had gotten his information from, he really didn’t want to say, I pointed my gun at his head and drew back the hammer…
” You either come clean or I blow your brains out, your choice”.
Then he said it..
” Kaiser Souse.”
The temperature in the room dropped, he might as well have said the devil himself , the man who was not a man , a puff of smoke , a legend of depravity a premier fucked up psycho, I had heard enough.
“Lets go” I said ,” and if I ever see you again verbal rest assured I will kill you “.
Then it happened, as if on some kind of secret signal, the whole house seemed to explode in a barrage of gunfire, plaster fell everywhere windows broke wood splintered, Fritz Svaars and William Sokolow were killed instantly their bodies ripped apart in a hail of gunfire, picked up and tossed about like leaves in an infernal storm ,hot blood spraying in all directions,Ii ducked down low and made my way to one of the side windows, on my hands and knees crawling on brocken glass I waited for a lull in the shooting and drawing my revolver stuck my head above the parapet.
I saw him, Winston Churchill, in a top hat and opera cloak directing an army of soldiers with machine guns and rifles pouring bullets into the house, which had now begun to catch fire, I knew i would only have one chanc , our eyes met I drew and fired, I saw a puff of dust from his top hat as the bullet knocked it of his head, damn, I had missed, he threw himself to the ground and the barrage began all over again, even more ferociously than before.
By now the house was in flames, somehow, me Verbal and Peter made our way up into the loft up a narrow staircase, from there I kicked down a partition wall and made it into the loft of the abandoned tenement next door, I then did the same again and again, the brick work was old and damp and rotten, but even then it was brutal hard dusty work (we were all soon covered in chocking plaster dust), once we were a few houses along we went down the stairs and made our escape through the back gardens, I made it back to the squat and spent about a week in bed.
I heard that Peters had been arrested and then found not guilty at an old bailey trial, what the hell that was about I don’t know, mind you he always was one of those clever tight lipped men, the sort that plays his cards close to his chest.
And that was it , the truth , I felt like a great weight had been lifted from my shoulders.
Holmes was silent for a while , and then he began to talk in that english upper-class accent of his.
“My interest in you Joe, to be frank began with the Ripper murders, because of the strange and gory nature of the crimes, the way that those poor girls had been well, split asunder I began to look for similar crimes carried out in other parts of the world, and similar crimes had occurred , in the areas you went to school, was there any one you were at school with who you have met again in London, someone very unique, someone with a real presenc , and also someone with well I am embarrassed to say it, an unfeasibly huge penis…”
Then i knew , that could only describe one man and one man alone, my old tutor of the dark arts, Rasputin, the man with the donkeys cock!
Of course why didn’t i realise it before!
” RASPUTIN !” I shouted.
Holmes was silent for a while and then he said a few words that changed everything.
“I believe that Jack the Ripper,Adam Worth, Professor Moriarty and Rasputin are all one and the same man”….