I studied medicine in London, and while I was a
student I saw something of the low-life of our capital.
I was, after all, a healthy young man, and young
men must amuse themselves. But I had never seen
women like these. Holmes stopped several to
question and to warn them, and I looked at their
faces carefully. They were old at the age of twenty,
dirty, diseased and hopeless. One thing was clear to
me - they were not like other women. Does it matter,
I began to think, if Jack the Ripper kills women like
these? Death by his knife is quick. It cannot be worse
than the slow and painful death from disease which
most often ends their short lives.