Caroline was shoved into the cell without warning. She stumbled forward and her hands flew out to hold the damp wall that seemed to swallow light. The lantern outside lit only half the cell and there were no windows. She felt as if she had already stepped one foot into the coffin.
The cell door creaked behind her before it locked. She quickly turned and ran to the front, gripping the iron bars in panic. The officer then spoke,
"There are witnesses who said that you often got into fights with young women. Like Miss Clifford, Miss Mina Hyde, Miss Imogen McKenna and Miss Rosalind Ellis. Did you ever tell them that you were going to bury them?"
Caroline turned pale. She shook her head in desperation, wiping her tear-streaked face.
"No, no! Those were only passing remarks. Everybody gets angry and says things—Y-You must do it too—" Caroline blurted, realising how guilty she sounded, "No, what I meant—"
