London. 1888. The camera pans across the rooftops to the Thames and in a foggy street in the Whitechapel District, few venture forth. A horse and cart and the occasional local, a dog barking somewhere in the gloom. Hurrying through a narrow back-street, a woman looks behind her fearfully. Frantically, she knocks on a door. Crossing the street, a Constable walks his beat. And there is the carriage. Emerging from the nebulous haze, a masked coachman sits mutely as his passenger alights onto the...
Published on June 28, 2016 18:19