If Abberline had to do this in the Tower of London bombing case, one can be sure that during the Ripper murders he was often up all night and in the Home Secretary’s office first thing in the morning for briefings. In the Tower bombing, Abberline arrived “immediately after the explosion” and suggested that all people on the scene were to remain there and be interviewed by the police. Abberline conducted many of the interviews himself, and it was during this process that he “discovered” one of the perpetrators through “the hesitation in his replies and his general manner.” There was quite a lot of press about the bombing and Abberline’s excellent detective work, and if four years later his presence seemed to fade, it was probably because of his supervisory position and his discretion. He was a man who worked relentlessly and without applause, the quiet clockmaker who did not want attention but was determined to fix what was wrong.
I suspect he anguished over the Ripper murders and spent much time walking the streets at night, speculating, deducing, trying to coax leads out of the foggy, filthy air. When his colleagues, friends, family, and the merchants of the East End gave him a retirement dinner in 1892, they presented him with a silver tea and coffee service and praised his honorable and extraordinary work in the detection of crime. According to the East London Observer’s account of the appreciation dinner, H Division’s Superintendent Arnold told those who had gathered to celebrate Abberline’s career that during the Ripper murders, “Abberline came down to the East End and gave the whole of his time with the object of bringing those crimes to light. Unfortunately, however, the circumstances were such that success was impossible.”
It must have been painful and infuriating for Abberline when he was forced in the fall of 1888 to confess to the press that “not the slightest clue can at present be obtained.” He was used to outwitting criminals. It was reported that he worked so hard to solve the Ripper murders that he “almost broke down under the pressure.” Often he did not go to bed and went days without sleep. It wasn’t uncommon for him to wear plain-clothes and mingle with the “shady folk” in doss-house kitchens until the early hours of the morning. But no matter where Abberline went, the “miscreant” was not there. I have to wonder if his path ever crossed Walter Sickert’s. It would not surprise me if the two men had talked at one time or another and if Sickert had offered suggestions. What a “real jolly” that would have been.
“Theories!” Abberline would later thunder when someone brought up the Ripper murders. “We were lost almost in theories; there were so many of them.” By all indications, it was not a pleasant subject to bring up with him in later years, after he had moved on to other cases. Better to let him talk about the improved sanitation in the East End or how he solved a long string of bond robberies by tracing clues that led to an unclaimed hatbox in a railway station.
For all his experience and gifts, Abberline did not solve the biggest crime of his life. It is a shame if that failure gave him pain and regret for even a moment when he worked in his garden during his retirement years. Frederick Abberline went to his grave having no idea what he had been up against. Walter Sickert was a murderer unlike any other.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
CROCHET WORK AND FLOWERS
Mary Ann Nichols’s body remained at the mortuary in Whitechapel until Thursday, September 6, when her decomposing flesh was finally allowed privacy and rest.
She was enclosed in a “solid-looking” wooden coffin and loaded into a horse-drawn hearse that carried her seven miles to Ilford Cemetery, where she was buried. The sun shone only five minutes that day, and it was misty and rainy.
The next day, Friday, the British Association’s fifty-eighth annual meeting took up important topics such as the necessity of lightning rods being properly installed and inspected, and the vagaries of lightning and the great damage it and wild geese could do to telegraph wires. The hygienic qualities of electric lighting were presented, and a physicist and an engineer debated whether electricity was a form of matter or energy. It was announced that poverty and misery could be eliminated if “you could prevent weakness and sickness and laziness and stupidity.” One bit of good news was that Thomas Edison had just started a factory that would begin producing 18,000 phonographs a year for £20 or £25 each.