James,

You are no longer a constable, but you are not without purpose.

I have arranged for a position in the warehouse of a private firm in West Ham. The work is modest, the surroundings quiet, and the distance from Whitechapel sufficient. It shall afford you a living, and more importantly, a silence.

You must understand that your involvement in the affair at New Street has placed you in a precarious position. The public would not be kind to a man who claims to have seen what cannot be proven. The press is fickle. The force is fragile. The truth, as you perceived it, is no longer serviceable.

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Speak of this no more, and you may yet find peace.