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Emma started to confide about Mary and the red cape, but then thought the better of it. She had
Marjorie seemed to be on the edge of a friendship, but it was hard to predict how a society matron
might reaction to the news that Emma’s sister had been not merely a prostitute, but a victim of Jack the
Ripper.
“Do you remember what she said, there at the end?” she asked. “When she saw a girl named Rose?”
Marjorie frowned. “She said nothing at all did she? Simply that a girl named Rose stepped
forward.”
“Stepped forward, yes. Which means, does it not, that Rose is with the spirits?”
Marjorie’s frown deepened. “Of course. If this woman knows her business, then the girl called
Rose, whoever she might be, is dead.”