It is the murderer's hand-writing,' Holmes said. The same as in the letter that Lestrade showed us.
"What is happening?' I cried. "I cannot understand what this killer wants
He wants everybody to be afraid of him," Holmes told me. He wants to be the most evil killer in the world. He had to kill two women tonight, because he did not have time to cut and rip the body of the first. I think he heard somebody coming, and he had to leave the body and run. Then he killed a second time, and cut that woman's body to pieces in the way we have seen
.' We were both silent as the cab took us back to Baker Street, far from the narrow, dirty streets of east London.
I could not sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the body of a woman lying in a dark corner, covered in blood
Sherlock Holmes was busy with other cases for the next three weeks. There were no new murders in Whitechapel, but people were frightened and angry with the police, who were no nearer to finding the killer than before.
My own life was happy enough. I visited my dear Mary Morstan, and kept this visit a secret from Holmes something which made me feel unusually clever!
One day Holmes and I had just finished breakfast together.
It is the murderer's hand-writing,' Holmes said. The same as in the letter that Lestrade showed us. "What is happening?' I cried. "I cannot understand what this killer wants He wants everybody to be afraid of him," Holmes told me. He wants to be the most evil killer in the world. He had to kill two women tonight, because he did not have time to cut and rip the body of the first. I think he heard somebody coming, and he had to leave the body and run. Then he killed a second time, and cut that woman's body to pieces in the way we have seen.' We were both silent as the cab took us back to Baker Street, far from the narrow, dirty streets of east London. I could not sleep that night. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the body of a woman lying in a dark corner, covered in blood Sherlock Holmes was busy with other cases for the next three weeks. There were no new murders in Whitechapel, but people were frightened and angry with the police, who were no nearer to finding the killer than before. My own life was happy enough. I visited my dear Mary Morstan, and kept this visit a secret from Holmes something which made me feel unusually clever! One day Holmes and I had just finished breakfast together.
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