Suddenly, I knew what to do. The house opposite,
where Holmes had once seen Moriarty. I ran across
the street and broke the lock on the back door of
the house. Every room was empty, all except one
bedroom. This contained a bed, a cupboard and a
box full of papers. All the papers were about the
Whitechapel murders. Some were cut from
newspapers, others were written by the killer himself.
He described each murder with a sick enjoyment of
what he had done