Whitechapel. Another woman had met a violent death.
As I travelled through the dark, empty streets, London seemed a strange and ghostly place t lay there like the body of a great animal, not sleeping but dead
The driver took me east, towards the poorest parts of the city He stopped in a narrow lane off Leadenhall Street. I saw a group of policemen standing under a light, and went up to them Holmes was not there, but I was introduced to the police doctor. He offered to show me the body.
I know you are a doctor, he said, but I must warn you. You have never seen anything like this before.
He led me to a dark corner, where something lay covered on the ground.
He held up a light for me to see and pulled back the cover.
No words can describe the awfulness of what I saw then. For a moment my head felt light, I began to shake and was afraid I would fall. The thing on the ground had been a woman, but it was not a woman now. It was no more than blood and meat, cut open and ripped up with a terrible, unnatural violence. I knew now why the killer called himself Jack the Ripper
The doctor covered the body, and I walked back to the group of policemen Have you seen Mr Holmes?' I asked one of them.
Oh yes, sir,' he said. "He was here with Inspector Lestrade. They came straight from the other murder.
The other murder!' I cried. Has there been more than one murder tonight?
Why yes, sir. Did you not know?'