KELLY: Untie me.
ABBERLINE: No.
KELLY: You scared?
ABBERLINE: Of you?
KELLY: I’m a little old man, what could I possibly do?
ABBERLINE: It wasn’t you.
KELLY: I got something to show you.
ABBERLINE: What?
KELLY: Not till you let me out.
ABBERLINE: No.
KELLY: I guess you’ll never know.
ABBERLINE: I knew a long time ago. That’s why I quit.
KELLY: That why you started fixing clocks?
ABBERLINE: It’s more satisfying than police work.
KELLY: Why’s that?
ABBERLINE: You have your secrets, I have mine.
KELLY: I got Jack the Ripper’s knife under my bunk.
ABBERLINE: Show it to Dr. Taylor, I’m going home.
Continued tomorrow
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