Re: Friends, Enemies, and Mrs. Bently...
Penny was only to happy to explain her reasoning and conclusions for Victoria's benefit, feeling really quite proud of her deduction and her cunning plan. However, she stopped short of explaining the extent of the hotel ruse to Victoria – especially since she'd been a part of it, and it might yet have its uses.
'I agree, the safest place for Emma Bently's soul is inside Emma Bently.' Penny agreed, then wondered at the peculiarity of the sentence. 'She can protect herself adequately from there and no longer be our problem. However, I should like to get something over her first, some leverage or binding that will prevent her from turning against us, or a way we can deal with her afterwards.'
'Furthermore, I should like to eliminate this threat inside your organisation, sooner rather than later. We cannot take the risk that this false Westbrook will turn more of your agents against us and disrupt our efforts. On the other hand, we might feed him and thus Belial false information and lure them into traps...' Penny suggested, before facing Victoria and placing her hand on her shoulder, to show she cared. It was peculiar to deal with a black woman so, though only through her own unfamiliarity. Miss Green had quelled any preconceived notions she had. 'Victoria, without Westbrook, you are in command of the Men of Letters. I shall leave how to deal with this impostor up to you. But, if you wish to use him, you may need to set aside your discomfort and try to convince him that you accept him... I understand that this may be difficult.'
'Kelly?' Penny repeated, growing pale. She was taken aback by the mention of the Ripper – after her visit to the future, and all the things she'd seen, she realised she'd not seriously thought of the case for some time. No nightmares, no gruesome memories. Now it all came back, a bloody room in Spitalfields, a face hacked beyond all recognition. The Ripper had wished to utterly erase that woman's identity, so Penny had done all she could to know Mary Jane Kelly as a person. But she'd told so many stories of her life, had adopted so many identities, to so many unreliable witnesses and acquaintances, Penny could not be certain of any of it. But it seemed Mary really did have a sister. Here was a connection to the genuine woman, able to confirm at least some of it. And now she was afraid. 'Yes, yes, of course.' Penny said quietly, unthinkingly, inwardly feeling such trepidation at meeting this Miss Kelly. What could she possibly say about her sister's unspeakably horrific fate?