Dear Boss,

I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont 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 cant use it. Red ink is fit enough I hope ha. ha.

The next job I do I shall clip the ladys ear 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.

Dont mind me giving the trade name. PS Wasnt good enough to post this before I got all the red ink off my hands curse it No luck yet. They say I’m a doctor now. ha ha.

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.

I was not codding dear old Boss when I gave you the tip, you’ll hear about Saucy Jacky’s work tomorrow double event this time number one squealed a bit couldn’t finish straight off. ha not the time to get ears for police.

thanks for keeping last letter back till I got to work again.

Jack the Ripper

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Evie: Jacob.

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Abberline: Miss Frye, what the hell happened here?

Evie: Nothing, Inspector. Nothing happened here. Trust me, Jack the Ripper is dead.

Officer: Inspector!

Evie: Now help me, Frederick. No one must ever know that Jack the Ripper was an Assassin.

Officer: Inspector! The journalists are here.

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Abberline: I want those vultures gone this instant, is that clear.

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Evie: It’s over, Jacob. I’m here.

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