"Ah, so you don't know what happens after that," Jack said carefully. It was apparent from the way he said it that something did happen. He didn't accept all of it readily, not entirely, but the facts were blatant. Dr. Chilton was without his cane, he still had the facial hair, and more importantly: he was not a man who would insist upon such a thing just to give himself the upper hand.

Quite simply, he did not have the upper hand. That was the important part.

"Then you'll know that we've chosen to take the accusations against you quite seriously, Doctor," he continued, even if that wasn't necessarily the truth. Jack himself took it seriously, and it was all very apparent what happened. Gideon wasn't the most reliable of sources, but anyone could look at the facts and figure out how and why that went down.

Still, he wasn't telling him what happened. Jack pitied him for it, even in spite of everything else. It wasn't a compassionate kind of pity, either. He simply wouldn't wish that on another human being, no matter what he did. "But unfortunately, as you well know, there was no proof." And thus, despite his own opinions on the matter, he had to wash his hands of it—so to speak. It didn't make watching that testimony on his friend any easier.

All there was happened to be him being found in the same place where Miriam's arm was present, and it being very apparent that Abel Gideon was not the Chesapeake Ripper.