in themselves, these deaths are not important. Women like that a 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. The smile left Holmes's face. He was suddenly serious.
May I see the letter?' he asked.
It was written in red, and the name at the bottom was "Jack the Ripper. I still remember something of what it said: I love my work. My knife is nice and ready for the next job. 1 can't wait to rip again.
Holmes turned to Lestrade. "What are you doing to stop this murderer?' he asked. "It is clear that he will kill agai very soon.