Chapter 20 Chapter Eleven The Massacre

I think Holmes would have fought Klein if a killer who had attacked me and Holmes hadn't followed Klein into Angela's room.Two pistols were pointed at us, and Holmes was obliged to pause for a moment. Max Klein, who had the upper hand, showed a treacherous and ferocious smile. "Tie them up," he snarled at the dogs. "Anyone who resists will be shot in the head." I could only stand helpless as the dog-leg tore down the curtain rope, quickly twisted Holmes' hands behind his back, and tied them up.After tying me up, he waited for Klein's next order. "Stuff our good doctor into a chair, and tie up his legs." I don't know why Klein thinks I'm more dangerous than Holmes.I was afraid, my courage began to fade, and a desire to live poured into my body.

Klein turned to Holmes after Klein's lackey had completed his orders. "You think you can walk into my place unnoticed, Mr. Holmes?" Holmes replied calmly: "I should like to know how we were discovered." Klein laughed cruelly. "I had to have one of my men roll some empty beer-kegs out of the store room. I admit the trick was mediocre, Mr. Holmes, but I have you." "As you say, you have captured me," said Holmes. "Then keep me, Klein, and I may be a different prize." It was evident that Holmes was playing for time, but it did not help.Klein inspected the ropes that bound me, was satisfied, and said, "Come with me, Mr. Holmes. I will have a private chat with you. If you try to escape, you will be disappointed. I have cleared the place and closed the Exit of the bar."

The dog leg took a worried look at Angela Osborn. "Is it safe to leave her here? She might untie the rope." "She doesn't dare," Klein laughed wildly again, "If she knows what to do, she can still survive." Frustratingly, he was right.After Holmes and Michael Osborne were dragged away, Angela Osborne was visibly not persuaded.I used all my eloquence, but she still stared at me desperately, moaning: "Oh, I dare not, I dare not." What followed were some of the longest minutes of my life as I struggled to escape the rope and told myself that Holmes would get us out.

The most terrifying moment is about to come. The door opened. Since the chair I was sitting on was facing the door, I could only hear the sound of the door being pushed open, but I couldn't see who was coming.Angela Osborne, however, could see clearly, and I can only judge by her reaction. She stood up suddenly.For some reason, the veil slipped down, and I could clearly see her horrified face.Thinking of the atrocities that Klein once committed on this face, every muscle in me was convulsed and shrunk, but now the expression on Angela's face was even more terrifying, as if there was an invader.She yelled, "The Ripper! My God! It's Jack the Ripper!"

I'm ashamed to admit that my first reaction was relief.A slender, aristocratic man came into my sight.He was well dressed, in a night suit and cape that fit perfectly.I exclaimed thankfully: "Lord Carfax! How lucky!" Moments later, when I saw the gleaming knife in his hand, I realized the horrible truth.He glanced at me, just a glance, not intending to greet me.I saw that noble face full of anger, hunger, monster-like destruction. Angela couldn't resist at all, she was too scared to move.The Ripper charged at her, ripping off her clothes in a split second.When Lord Carfax cut her breasts, she could only mumble and pray.I don't want to describe his clumsy dissection technique. I just want to say that it can't be compared with his early murder dissection technique, probably because the time is too tight.

Angela Osborne lay in a pool of blood on the floor.The madman grabbed a lamp, blew it out, unscrewed the wick, and began pouring oil on the floor.Obviously, he was going to burn the room down.Like a demon from hell, he followed his pace and spilled the oil all the way down the hallway.When he came back, the lamp oil was empty, and he threw the lamp on the shower floor. Then he grabbed another lamp and poured the burning oil into the oil at his feet. Strangely enough, he didn't run away; even in the worst moments of my life, I wondered why.As things went further, his madness saved me and destroyed him.The flame ignited, followed the path of the lamp oil, and quickly burned to the corridor, and then he rushed to me. I closed my eyes tightly, longing for the detachment of my soul.To my amazement, instead of killing me, he untied me.

His pupils dilated.He dragged me through the flames, to the nearest window.I tried to fight back, but the savage maniac threw me headfirst into the window, shattering all the glass. That's when he let out the scream that has since haunted my nightmares. "Get the word out, Dr. Watson!" he cried. "Lord Carfax is Jack the Ripper!" At the same time, he threw me out of the window.My clothes were ablaze and, ridiculously, I remember waving them down the street, I got up and slapped the flames out, and then heard a startling movement from the stone pavement.I thought it was the sound of running, and then I passed out.

I don't know anything anymore.