April 10 1912 4:35 pm

Helen quickly put the photos away and opened the door. A smiling steward bowed politely.

"So sorry Miss Magnus. Dr. Watson said you would want this post haste. I tried to return it several times but you weren't here." he handed over a small bag Helen had left in the car.

"Oh yes thank you." Helen smiled and took the bag. She had changed her mind at the last minute and left it in the car. But there was nothing to it now except to keep the bag with her. The steward bowed again "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"Not just now, thank you." she smiled thinly, wondering what to do with the small case in her hands.

"Very well then. Good afternoon miss." the steward bowed again and left. Helen closed the door and sank to her knees, opening the bag in her lap. Out fell the notes and newspaper scraps about a serial killer in White Chapel.

Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they won't fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on whores and I shant quit ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now. I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and I can't use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha. The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. Keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. My knife's so nice and sharp I want to get to work right away if I get a chance. Good Luck.

Yours truly
Jack the Ripper
Dear Boss

So now they say I am a Yid when will they lern Dear old Boss! You an me know the truth dont we. Lusk can look forever hell never find me but I am rite under his nose all the time. I watch them looking for me an it gives me fits ha ha I love my work an I shant stop until I get buckled and even then watch out for your old pal Jacky.

Catch me if you Can
Jack the Ripper

Sorry about the blood still messy from the last one. What a pretty necklace I gave her.

Yesterday afternoon Mr. G. Collier, Deputy Coroner for the South-Eastern Division of Middlesex, opened an inquiry at the Working Lads' Institute, Whitechapel-road, respecting the death of the woman who was found on Tuesday last, with 39 stabs on her body, at George-yard-buildings, Whitechapel.

Detective Inspector Reid, H Division, watched the case on behalf of the Criminal Investigation Department.

Alfred George Crow, cabdriver, 35, George-yard-buildings, deposed that he got home at half-past 3 on Tuesday morning. As he was passing the first-floor landing he saw a body lying on the ground. He took no notice, as he was accustomed to seeing people lying about there. He did not then know whether the person was alive or dead. He got up at half past 9, and when he went down the staircase the body was not there. Witness heard no noise while he was in bed.

John S. Reeves, of 37, George-yard-buildings, a waterside labourer, said that on Tuesday morning he left home at a quarter to 5 to seek for work. When he reached the first-floor landing he found the deceased lying on her back in a pool of blood. He was frightened, and did not examine her, but at once gave information to the police. He did not know the deceased. The deceased's clothes were disarranged, as though she had had a struggle with some one. Witness saw no footmarks on the staircase, nor did he find a knife or other weapon.

Police constable Thomas Barrett, 226 H, said that the last witness called his attention to the body of the deceased. He sent for a doctor, who pronounced life extinct.

Dr. T.R. Killeen, of 68, Brick-lane, said that he was called to the deceased, and found her dead. She had 39 stabs on the body. She had been dead some three hours. Her age was about 36, and the body was very well nourished. Witness had since made a post mortem examination of the body. The left lung was penetrated in five places, and the right lung was penetrated in two places. The heart, which was rather fatty, was penetrated in one place, and that would be sufficient to cause death. The liver was healthy, but was penetrated in five places, the spleen was penetrated in two places, and the stomach, which was perfectly healthy, was penetrated in six places. The witness did not think all the wounds were inflicted with the same instrument. The wounds generally might have been inflicted with a knife, but such an instrument could not have inflicted one of the wounds, which went through the chest-bone. His opinion was that one of the wounds was inflicted by some kind of dagger, and that all of them had been caused during life.

The coroner said he was in hopes that the body would be identified, but three women had identified it under three different names. He therefore proposed to leave the question open until the next occasion. The case would be left in the hands of Detective Inspector Reid, who would endeavour to discover the perpetrator of this ...murder. It was one of the most dreadful murders any one could imagine. The man must have been a perfect savage to inflict such a number of wounds on a defenceless woman in such a way. The inquiry would be adjourned for a fortnight.

she shook her head and sighed. "John how could you?" Helen gathered all the papers back into the bag and pushed it under her bed. She pulled the box over and shuffled around until she found a picture of The 5 altogether.

It took James and Nikola a week to figure out a way to set the camera up remotely. Helen was in the middle, seated in her favorite chair with John standing behind her. On her left stood James, trying to look tall and imposing. Nigel on his toes trying to keep a straight face.(He confided in Helen later that he was only trying to mess with Watson.) Nikola kneeling in the front of the picture. He didn't let the height difference bother him. He alone consented to kneel in front of Helens chair. His hand was scandalously close to resting on her knee. His face turned to look at her with what Helen considered a look of profound admiration, a look that always surprised her. As far as she knew the vampire only ever admired himself.

Helen Chuckled softly and placed the photo on her bedside table. Then she stood stretched and headed to the wash room to prepare for supper.

Notes The letters and news clippings are real documented evidence from the Jack the Ripper case (according to five websites)