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don’t think that’s it. He tries to lie, except he’s bad at it. It’s why he could never write fiction—and doesn’t appreciate mine.”
    “Enough!” interrupted William. “I admit I have the letters, or at least a few of them. Abberline’s men went through the lot and identified those they felt to be authentic. I’ve been given permission to examine them at my leisure. Obviously they’re confidential.”
    “Phooey,” said Alice, waving her hand. “Let me see them!”
    “I really can’t do that. The letters were released to me as a special consultant to the police commissioner.”
    “And I am a special consultant to you ,” declared Alice, “and a highly sensitive one. If you don’t show me the letters, I’m sure to get a headache and have a fainting spell.”
    William gave his sister a withering look. “That’s…beneath you!”
    “No, it’s not!”
    He paused and, still glaring at her, took an envelope out of his pocket and handed it over. There was silence for a few minutes as Alice perused the letters while Henry peered over her shoulder. There were a dozen or so assorted sheets, some on full pieces of vellum, some on scraps of paper or postcards.
    “Why do you assume these are authentic?” Alice finally asked.
    “It’s not a definitive assumption. There are a hundred or so letters received at Scotland Yard and the Central News Agency alleged to be from Jack the Ripper, and more come in each day. Abberline has confided that at times he wonders if any are genuine. But the experts he has employed believe that these, at least, have a claim to validity by virtue of their content and style.” He leaned forward, extracting a sheet from the group. “This one, for example, dated September 25 and postmarked September 27, was addressed to the Central News Agency, forwarded to Abberline, and not published until October 3.”
    Alice took the letter from him. It read as follows:
    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 lady’s 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
    Don’t mind me giving the trade name.
    And at a right angle to the note was written at the bottom:
    wasn’t 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.
    “The reference to Leather Apron is to a criminal with that nickname who was associated with the murders but has since been cleared,” explained William. “It’s a reference that warrants additional looking into,” he noted, more to himself than to the others.
    Alice glanced through the remaining sheets. “Here’s the postcard that they printed in the papers,” she said, holding it up so William could see what she was referring to, and then peering at it more closely. It read:
    I wasn’t codding
    dear old Boss when
    I gave you the tip.
    Youll hear about
    saucy Jackys work
    tomorrow double
    event this time
    number one squealed
    a bit couldn’t
    finish straight
    off. had not time
    to get ears for
    police thanks for
    keeping last letter
    back till I got
    to work again.
    Jack the Ripper.
    William again

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