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{ASSM} The Perversion of Lady Jane Grey - a first case for
Detective Ned Holmes (Chapter two of several)[Yotna El'toub]

                (SF[Steampunk],FF,MF,MC, caution)

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WARNING: This story will contain situations and explicit language
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Lady Helena paused, thought briefly, and then imparted her sad
story.

"It was just prior to last Christmas, no wait, earlier - I had
just heard of the sad demise of the engineer Stevenson - so,
early December. Jane returned from one of her jaunts to Oxford
where Bertie was studying natural sciences. Bertie is the
youngest of us, born a year after Jane, in 1864. Anyway, Jane
returned from the dreaming spires in her usual high spirits, but
there was more - she was full of chatter about the visiting
Professor she had met at a college meal.

Her enthusiasm and interest were obvious, but I thought little of
it, I mistook her mood for the natural flippancy of the young.
Had I but known, I could have protected her; although she was
twenty one Jane was not worldly-wise, not in the least. I was
merely glad to see her in such fine fettle; what a fool I was...

Her visits to Oxford became more regular, and her moods more
fragile. I would often find her crying without any reason, she
offered no explanation. It took me weeks to gain her confidence,
but once I did - her confession shocked me. Jane complained of
nightmares, disturbing dreams - during which she was visited by
phantasms." Helena paused.

"Lady Helena are you quite well would you like a glass of water?"
Brighton asked in kindness.

"No, thank you, I must continue, or I will fail to impart the
story at all." Once more she paused, "Just a touch of the vapours
Mr Hove, it will pass. Now where was I?"

"Phantasms..." Holmes added quietly, as his concerned eyes
scanned the young woman's pale features.

"Yes, phantasms - evil ghosts that caused my dear sister great
distress, for these ghouls, they - well they molested her in a
most intimate way. They would feed from her body, supping deep of
her essence and draining her spirit. Worse of all during her
dreams a dark figure was always present, orchestrating their
devilish assaults. It took me many tearful sessions to get to the
truth, and once I did it shocked me to the core." Helena paused
for breath.

"The fact that it was the Professor who was the dark presence?"
Holmes asked, raising his right eyebrow slightly.

"Why yes Mr Holmes, you are very astute. That discovery, and the
fact that these devilish creatures caused her to spend on a
nightly basis were mortifying. I feared for her sanity, and for
her soul, I was so anguished. I have a little medical knowledge,
and I am aware of the fatal attraction and consequences of
unbridled lust. Worse was to come, she confessed to pleasuring
herself during her waking hours!"

"Good lord!" Brighton erupted, and shifted uncomfortably, "is
such a thing possible?"

"Quiet Hove, I doubt our story has reached its conclusion."
Holmes said, nodding to Lady Helena.

"I only wish it had Mr Holmes. As for your question Mr Hove, it
would indeed seem so. I was unfortunate enough to witness my
sister in such a wicked act, in the conservatory one Sunday
afternoon."

"On the lord's day..." Hove was open mouthed.

"As you say on our lord's day. This prompted me to call our
physician Dr Bruebaker, after examining my sister he diagnosed
'female hysteria' and suggested a therapeutic break by the sea. I
of course complied, and Jane was sent with her maid to Margate to
sample the salt air. If only I had known what an error of
judgement I had made. If only I could..." Helena faltered once
more, and dabbed at her damp cheeks with a lace handkerchief.

"Do you need your servants my Lady, you are very pale?" Holmes
interjected.

"No! No, thank you, I will do this under my own will. During the
sojourn in Margate there was a most unfortunate incident. Jane,
my dear, noble Jane molested her maid. There I have said it, my
sister had forced relations with Maudie her lady's maid!" Helena
crumpled slightly and lent forward pressing her face deeply into
the lace handkerchief, it seemed to be all that was supporting
her.

Brighton moved forward to assist, but Holmes seized his arm.
Slowly and with a pained expression Holmes shook his head. "Is
the maid still in your employ? May we speak with her?" he
enquired calmly.

"To my shame I paid the little hussy off, Maudie threatened to
tell the staff of Jane's 'perversion'. I dare not risk the
servants tittle-tattle reaching my parents, so I acquiesced to
the greed of the blackmailer."

"So you only have Maudie's word for this?" asked Holmes.

"No, once confronted Jane confessed shamelessly, even daring to
venture that Maudie had enjoyed herself. I was rocked to the
core, my sister was a common..."

"Please Lady Helena, do not distress yourself. I am sure this
behaviour is an aberration, a one off." Holmes placed his
conciliatory hand on Helena's.

"Were that only case. Alas no, my sister has taken to visiting
certain establishments in the east end. Establishments that deal
in such... Desires." Helena paused, "So now you know of our
shame. My mad, wanton sister. Can you help Mr Holmes?"

"Of course dear Lady, we can investigate. But if your sister does
this of her own free will... It is most difficult."

"It is not her will! She has been led astray by that man, the
Professor." Helena snapped.

"I'm afraid her dreams will not convict him." advised Holmes.

"There is one thing I failed to tell you, something that Maudie
said. The girl told me that when my sister spent she called out
his name. His full name, Herr Doctor Professor Alphonso
Burgabiter, and - she thanked him." Helena added.

"Good lord, the bounder! Was he there?" Asked Brighton, slack
jawed.

"Not in person Mr Hove, but I know from Jane that Herr Professor
is a student of mesmerism. I believe he willed her to commit this
perverted act."

Hove turned his head to stare at Holmes.

"It is possible, within certain parameters my friend."

"What parameters?"

"Dear Lady Helena we have taken up enough of your time... If you
will permit us we will act on your behalf in the matter." Asked
Holmes.

"I am most grateful Mr Holmes, and I wish you and Mr Hove every
success, for all our sakes. If you see Johns on the way out he
will provide you with a bankers draft, as small advance to aid
you in your enquiries." Helena paused, "God's speed gentlemen,
for it his work you undertake."

"Indeed dear lady, and we shall not fail either of you." Holmes
added, as he released her trembling hand.


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Back in the carriage it was the flush-cheeked Brighton who spoke
first.

"Dash it all Holmes I have heard of some odd capers, but this!"

Holmes did not reply, but instead he placed his right forefinger
to his lips and jabbed his left one toward the front where the
driver was seated.

Brighton's voice fell to a whisper, "And you never answered my
question, what parameters?"

Holmes's voice was barely audible, "For a person to act under
mesmerism it is necessary that the action is within their
nature."

"Good lord, no wonder you kept that quiet. You mean Jane was
already a pervert?"

"Possibly, but having met her sister - I doubt it. No this is not
mesmerism, or indeed any stage trick, I think this is the misuse
of science."

"Pretty odd science, mind you I have another more delicate
question."

Holmes grimaced slightly, "Yes Hove, and what may that be?"

"Well Lady Helena, and correct me if I am wrong, Lady Helena said
her sister had forced herself upon her maid."

"Indeed Hove, you were attentive."

"But how? Such a thing is not physically possible. Lack of
masculine equipment old boy." Hove grinned, and then thought
better of it.

"You have much to learn of life. Such affairs are common, and
just as Lady Helena suggested there are 'Tom' brothels close to
us in Whitechapel." Holmes sighed.

"Tom? What's a Tom?"

"A Tribade, a follower of Sappho, my friend."

"None the wiser old chap." muttered Hove.

"A woman who has congress with women, Hove - a lesbian."

"Well I'll be jiggered!" Hove whistled, long and low.

"Tomorrow you will meet some - for our enquiries begin in those
very brothels."

"Well I'll be jiggered!" said Hove, too loudly.

The driver shifted in his seat.

Holmes furrowed his brow. Decisions were being made.


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To be continued...



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Foot Notes (C) Yotna El'toub April 2006
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