Next day I packed my bags and moved into a hotel.
That evening I asked Mary to have dinner with me. I
told her that I could not sleep while she lived alone in
London and the Whitechapel murderer was free to
kill again. I asked her to marry me sooner than we
had planned. She laughed and said she was not
afraid of the murderer. He never killed women like
her. But she would marry me as soon as possible, she
said, because I looked so worried and unhappy.