He showed me a doctor's report on one of the
bodies. As I read it, a sick feeling carne over me.
'What man could do this?' I asked. 'What possible
reason could he have to do this to a woman? Why,
Holmes, why?' He smiled coolly at me.
'Why indeed? That is the real interest of this case. In
themselves, these deaths are not important. Women
like that are murdered every week. But why does this
killer cut them up? Why rip the bodies to pieces with
a knife? That is the question which makes this case so
exciting!,
If anyone can stop these terrible murders, Holmes is
that man, I thought. This case could become his
greatest success.
At that moment somebody knocked at the door.
'Ah, come in, Inspector,' Holmes said. 'I understand
you have finally decided to ask me to help you
catch this Whitechapel murderer.'
Inspector Lestrade did not look very pleased. 'Not at
all, Mr Holmes,' he said. 'I was just passing Baker
Street, and I know you find these cases interesting.'
'How kind!' Holmes said. 'Please tell us. When did you
arrest the killer? I am a little sad, I must say, to find
that you have done it all without me.'
'We haven't arrested anyone yet,' Lestrade said, 'but I
am very hopeful, Mr Holmes. You see, I have in my
pocket a letter from the killer himself.'