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William Monk 18 - A Sunless Sea

William Monk 18 - A Sunless Sea

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the facts he needed, thanked the man, and left.
    A T THE POLICE STATION they gave him Wembley’s address, but it took him another hour to find the man’s surgery and then gain the opportunity to speak to him alone. Then Monk was introduced to a man well into his sixties, handsome, with thick gray hair and mustache.
    “Thank you.” Monk accepted the seat Wembley offered him, relaxing back into the chair and crossing his legs.
    “What can I do for the River Police?” Wembley asked curiously. “Don’t you have your own medical people?”
    “There is a case of yours that may have relevance to one of ours,” Monk answered. “I dare say you’ve heard of the woman who was murdered and mutilated on Limehouse Pier?”
    “Good God, yes! The newspapers are full of it. Giving you chaps a hard time.” There was commiseration in both his face and his voice.
    Monk decided to be frank about it. He judged Wembley would be offended by anything less.
    “The only person we can find who knew the woman is unfortunately himself dead,” he began. “It seems he supported her financially. He was her only known client, and saw her regularly once a month.”
    “She was a prostitute,” Wembley concluded. “One client only? That’s unusual. But if he’s dead already then he can’t have killed her. Isn’t it reasonable to assume she picked up someone else, and was unfortunate enough to run into a lunatic?”
    “Yes, that’s a fair deduction,” Monk agreed. “My men are following that line of inquiry, from the little there is to go on. So far it’s a solitary case. No reports of anyone unusually violent or disturbed in the area. No other women attacked lately. No previous crimes similar enough to this one to assume it’s the same perpetrator.”
    Wembley bit his lip. “Have to start somewhere, I suppose, but it does sound pretty violent for a first crime.”
    “Exactly,” Monk agreed. “The alternative is that it was someone she knew, and the hatred was personal.”
    “Who the devil did the poor woman know to hate her enough to rip her entrails out?” Wembley’s face creased with revulsion. “And why in such an open place as the pier? Wouldn’t he risk being seen by any passing ferry, or lighterman?”
    “Yes,” Monk agreed. “Which all makes him sound more and morelike a complete lunatic, someone possessed by a sudden, insane rage. Except he had the knife with him, or possibly an open razor. According to the surgeon, it was quite long, and very sharp indeed. If anyone saw them—which so far no one will admit to—then they took them for acquaintances, or if it was in the act, for a prostitute and client on the pier.”
    “A bit unusual, isn’t it?” Wembley asked. “Why not an alley? There must be plenty more private places around there.”
    “Perhaps she thought she was safe with him in such a visible place,” Monk replied.
    Wembley pursed his lips. “Or he had some power over her. He could force her to go with him. God, what a mess!”
    “Indeed.” Monk smiled bleakly. “And it becomes more complicated. The man who supported her was Dr. Joel Lambourn, who apparently took his own life in Greenwich Park, just over two months ago.”
    Wembley took a deep breath, and let out a sigh. “A connection with him? That is a surprise. I suppose you’re certain?”
    “Yes, there seems to be no doubt. Both his widow and his sister, Mrs. Herne, say that they were aware of the relationship. They may not have known the woman’s name, but they knew she existed.”
    Wembley shook his head. “I … I really am amazed. He is the last man I would have expected to do such a thing.” He looked profoundly unhappy. “But then he is the last man I would have expected to commit suicide. So I have to grant that my judgment is pretty poor. You say Mrs. Lambourn knew about it?”
    “She says so.”
    “But you doubt it?” Wembley pressed.
    Monk gave a faint smile. “I find my judgment floundering also. I’ve missed something crucial, I fear, because the situation, this relationship, his death—none of it seems to fit with what I hear of the man. Did you know Lambourn personally?”
    “Yes, but not well.”
    “But well enough to be surprised that he killed himself?”
    There was no hesitation in Wembley’s voice. “Yes.”
    “But you have no doubt that he did?” Monk persisted.
    “Doubt?” Wembley was startled, then his eyes narrowed. “Are you suggesting that he didn’t?”
    “Mrs. Lambourn is

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