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CHAPTER 1

Jack the Ripper Crime's Most Enduring Mystery

In the early hours of the morning of November 9, 1888, 25-year-old prostitute Mary Jane Kelly left the Horn of Plenty public house in London's seedy Whitechapel and weaved her way home to her one-room lodgings in nearby Miller's Court. She was accompanied by a client, probably the third or fourth of the evening, according to her neighbours. At 3.45am, two residents of Millers Court heard a weak cry of: 'Oh murder.' Later that morning, an employee of Mary's landlord knocked on her door to demand the long overdue rent. After discovering her remains, he told police: 'I shall be haunted by this sight for the rest of my life.'

The sight that greeted him was more graphically described by London police sergeant Dr Thomas Bond, who wrote with clinical precision:

'The body was lying naked in the middle of the bed ... The legs were wide apart, the left thigh at right angles to the trunk and the right forming an obtuse angle with the pubes. The whole of the surface of the abdomen and thighs was removed and the abdominal cavity emptied of its viscera. The breasts were cut off, the arms mutilated by several jagged wounds and the face hacked beyond recognition of the features. The tissues of the neck were severed all round down to the bone.

'The viscera were found in various parts, viz: the uterus and kidneys with one breast under the head, the other breast by the right foot, the liver between the feet, the intestines by the right side and the spleen by the left side of the body. The flaps removed from the abdomen and thighs were on a table.

'The face was gashed in all directions, the nose, cheeks, eyebrows and ears being partly removed. The lips were blanched and cut by several incisions running obliquely down to the chin. There were also numerous cuts extending irregularly across all the features.

'The neck was cut through the skin and other tissues right down to the vertebrae ... Both breasts were removed by more or less circular incisions ... The skin and tissues of the abdomen from the costal arch to the pubes were removed in three large flaps ... The left thigh was stripped of skin, fascia and muscles as far as the knee ... Her pericardium was open below and the heart absent.'

This was the work of 'Jack the Ripper' and goes a long way towards explaining why his gory rampage so terrorised London at the time. It does not, however, explain why this seemingly obscure and anonymous Victorian killer has remained a subject of worldwide fascination ever since. With 'only' five confirmed murders to his credit over a relatively brief period of less than three months, Jack the Ripper (known at the time as the 'Whitechapel Murderer') still engrosses experts and amateur sleuths alike. Perhaps the reason is that seldom has there been such a tantalising murder mystery – causing researchers to continue to pour over the gory evidence and clues he left behind, trying to put a name to this savage slayer of the East End of London.

What is certain, from the surgical precision the Ripper used to mutilate and disembowel his victims, is that he (or even she) was no stranger to anatomy or handling a scalpel. Each of the five victims was attacked from behind. Each had her throat cut. Most were then subjected to the most appalling savagery, being mutilated and dissected in a manner that suggested a perverted sexual motive.

Jack first struck on August 31, 1888, the victim being a 42-year-old prostitute, Mary Ann Nichols, who plied her trade in the Whitechapel area. 'Pretty Polly', as she was known, approached a tall stranger with the invitation: 'Looking for a good time, mister?' If the stranger had accepted, a sum of four pence would have exchanged hands. Mary would have spent it in one of the gin shops of the area. Instead, the man put his hands around her throat to stop her crying out, then dragged her into the darkness of an alleyway. Within seconds he had cut her from ear to ear.

The police surgeon who examined the body said: 'Only a madman could have done this. I have never seen so horrible a case. She was ripped about in the manner only a person skilled in the use of a knife could have achieved'. The residents of Bucks Row, where Mary Ann Nichols's body was found, were so ashamed of their sudden notoriety, and so outraged by officials who dubbed the street 'Killer Row', that they petitioned to have it renamed. It was duly renamed Durward Street and remained so until it was demolished many years later.

At the time, the police marked Mary's murder down as one single, frenzied attack. Then a week a later, on September 8, another prostitute, 47-year-old 'Dark Annie' Chapman, was butchered in Hanbury Street, near Spitalfields Market. Her few pitiful possessions had been laid out neatly alongside her disembowelled corpse. Also alongside her were her entrails, slashed out of her in a sexual frenzy. A witness who dashed to scene after hearing the cry 'Murder' said: 'I jumped off my cart, being a lad, and joined the crowd – and there she was, all her entrails steaming hot'.

Shortly afterwards, a Fleet Street news agency received the following letter: 'Dear Boss, I keep on hearing that the police have caught me. But they won't fix me yet. I am down on certain types of women and I won't stop ripping them until I do get buckled. Grand job that last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. I love my work and I want to start again. You will soon hear from me with my funny little game. I saved some of the proper stuff in a little ginger beer bottle after my 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. Next time I shall clip the ears off and send them to the police, just for jolly.'

The third victim was 44-year-old Elizabeth 'Long Liz' Stride. Her body was found in Berner Street, Whitechapel, on September 30. Police believe the killer had been disturbed in his grisly work because, although the victim's throat had been cut, her body was otherwise untouched.

Victim Number Four was discovered on the same day, not far away in Mitre Square. This time the Ripper achieved the bestial satisfaction he seemed to crave. Catherine Eddowes, a drunkard in her forties who had just been released from police cells after causing an affray, was disembowelled and her intestines draped across her right shoulder. Her face had been hacked off and her ears were missing. A trail of blood led from Catherine's corpse to a torn part of her apron. And on a nearby wall was scrawled in chalk: 'The Jewes (sic) are not men to be blamed for nothing.'

The Ripper changed his pattern in claiming his fifth and supposedly final victim, Mary Kelly, who was younger than her predecessors at just 25 years of age. She was butchered not in the street but in her own tiny apartment, where the Ripper spent hours grotesquely mutilating her. And there were witnesses: one describing the man who may have been Mary's last client as being tall, dark, foreign looking, with a moustache and a Homberg hat.

These, then, were the so-called 'canonical five' victims of Jack the Ripper, although some criminologists have since added two more suspected Whitechapel prostitutes to the death list. One was Martha Tabram, killed on August 7, 1888, three weeks before the death of his supposedly 'first victim' Mary Ann Nichols. Another is Alice Mackenzie, who died on July 17, 1889, a full eight months after the 'final murder' of Mary Kelly.

By the time of Mary's death on November 9, 1888, terror had gripped London's East End. Vigilante groups were formed and a host of accusations were bandied about – identifying the killer as being anyone from a deranged doctor to a policeman on his nightly rounds, his job giving him the perfect alibi to be out on those dank, dark streets. One suspect was revealed by Inspector Robert Sagar, who played a leading part in the Ripper investigation. Shortly before his death in 1924, Sagar said: 'We had good reason to suspect a man who lived in Butcher's Row, Aldgate. We watched him carefully. There was no doubt this man was insane. After a time his friends thought it was advisable to have him removed to a private asylum. Once he was removed, there were no more Ripper atrocities.'

After the slaying of poor Mary, London held its breath. The populace awaited news of another 'orrible murder'. But it never came. The killings had ended as suddenly as they had begun. The Ripper fever died down – for half a century. Then, for some reason, fascination with the case slowly began to grow again. To this day, speculation is still rife over the true identity of the night-time prowler who stalked and murdered on the streets of London. Researchers endlessly pour over the few, juicy clues that he left behind and, although his brief crime wave was quickly forgotten with the passing of the Victorian Age, in recent years books, articles and television programmes have continued to guess at the name of the Ripper.

Speculation may have been rife but has often been wildly wide of the mark, which has resulted in Jack being credited with many more names than the number of his victims. Was the murderer a self-styled purger of prostitutes who plied their sad trade under the gas lights of London's East End? Was he a Jewish ritual slaughterman, as some clues suggested? Was he a surgeon who had turned his talents to butchery? Was he a mortician, skilled in the art of disembowelling? Was he a policeman, his nightly beat giving him the perfect alibi to be out on those dank, dark streets? Was 'he' in fact a 'she': a midwife with a grudge? Or, most extraordinarily of all, was the killer a deranged member of the British Royal Family?

The suspect favoured by several authors of Ripper investigations is Montagu (sometimes also spelled 'Montague') John Druitt. In their book The Ripper Legacy, authors Martin Howells and Keith Skinner said that Druitt, an impoverished barrister, had been trained in medical skills as a young man. He was unstable and his family had a history of mental illness. His body was found floating in the Thames a few weeks after the murder of Mary Kelly.

Richard Gordon, famous for his Doctor in the House series of comic novels, was an anaesthetist before turning to writing. In 1980 he retraced Jack's steps through the East End and observed: 'The victims died by having their throats cut. The vein in the neck is only three or four inches from the heart and, given that the victim is apprehensive, the heart would be pumping at enormous pressure. It always does when you're frightened. That meant the villain chloroformed his victims first, because that slows down the heartbeat'. For this reason, said Richard Gordon, the Ripper was not only a doctor but an anaesthetist like himself.

The most original theory, however, came from author William Stewart who suggested that Jack was really Jill the Ripper, a midwife and abortionist who went mad after serving a jail sentence for prostitution. Other names put forward include William Bury, hanged for murdering his prostitute wife five months after the last Ripper attack, and Aaron Kosminski, a Polish Jewish hairdresser from Whitechapel who hated prostitutes and was committed to an asylum in 1890.

Almost unbelievably, another suspect was a member of the British Royal Family. The finger of suspicion fell on Queen Victoria's grandson, Prince Eddy – or, to give him his full title, Albert Victor Christian Edward, Duke of Clarence and Avondale, heir to the throne and great-uncle of the present Queen. Certainly, the talk at the time was that the prince was a bisexual who had turned criminally insane after contracting venereal diseases. According to renowned forensic psychiatrist Dr Harold Abrahamsen in his book Murder And Madness: The Secret Life Of Jack the Ripper, the prince was supposedly aided and abetted in his dark deeds by his mentor, tutor and woman-hating homosexual lover James Stephen. Prince Edward died in 1892 of brain damage brought on by syphilis, although the official announcement described his fatal ailment as 'pneumonia'.

Excitement among Ripper hunters was rekindled in 1993 when a diary was said to have been discovered under floorboards of a house in Liverpool, 'proving' that wealthy cotton broker James Maybrick was the killer. The discredited discovery was enough to fire up one publishing house but the claims and the 'Ripper Diary' itself were derided by experts.

The principal expert contracted by one newspaper to disprove the diary's authenticity was author Melvin Harris, who himself wrote one of the best researched books on the subject. In The True Face of Jack the Ripper, Harris named as his prime suspect Robert D'Onston Stephenson, born April 20, 1841, the son of a wealthy Hull mill owner. As a youth, Stephenson became obsessed with witchcraft and, in his own words, the 'black arts'. He embarked on a tour of Europe, ending up in southern Italy, where in 1860 he joined Garibaldi's uprising as a medical officer. There he learned a further art: crude field surgery. He revelled in the adventure and particularly the butchery. Once the war was over, Stephenson sailed to West Africa where, he boasted later, he killed a black woman in cold blood because he believed she was a witch doctor. Returning to Hull in 1863, he took a post as a customs officer but began consorting with prostitutes, contracted a venereal disease and was banished from home. He left in disgrace for London where, to spite his parents, he married their illiterate serving girl and changed his first name to Roslyn.

Author Melvin Harris believes that Mrs D'Onston Stephenson, who disappeared in 1887, was butchered by her husband. From wife murder, it was but a short step to the killing of the five Whitechapel prostitutes the following year. The devious Stephenson then became a self-professed expert on the crimes and persuaded the Pall Mall magazine to publish his articles, which examined the slayings with a strange authority and detail. In his later years, Stephenson experienced a religious conversion and, seemingly by way of atonement, wrote a tortuous study of the earliest translations of the Gospels. He completed his book in 1904 and thereafter vanished without trace. No death certificate for him has ever been found – leaving yet another mystery for the modern-day 'detectives' seeking the true identity of Jack the Ripper.

In 1996, a television documentary put forward the theory that the Ripper was an American, a New York doctor named Tumblety, who was so incensed when he discovered that his wife was a prostitute that he embarked on a deranged vendetta against fallen women. Tumblety visited London several times to raise funds for the Irish republican cause, one such visit coinciding with the Ripper attacks. He fled the city soon after the last killing, while awaiting trial for indecently assaulting four men. On his death in 1903, a collection of preserved female reproductive organs were found among his possessions.

In December 2002, another, surprising name was put forward. Crime writer Patricia Cornwell declared that the culprit was Walter Sickert, the Impressionist artist whose works are displayed in museums and galleries around the world. The author, who has made millions from her fictional crime stories, investigated Sickert because he had been previously put forward as a suspect. She studied his paintings, which she said reflected the murder scenes, and his letters, which she says were written on the same stationery as the Ripper's. She also claimed there was a DNA link between the two. Interviewed about her book Portrait of a Killer: Jack the Ripper, Miss Cornwell said: 'Sickert led a horrifying double life, painting by day and killing by night. I am 100 per cent certain that this case is now closed.' In that belief, Miss Cornwell was mistaken, for the case still remains very much open.

In 2009, a new look at the case was published: Jack the Ripper: Quest For a Killer (Pen & Sword True Crime), accompanying a Discovery Channel TV series. Author M.J. Trow used the evidence of modern-day forensic profilers to propose that the killer was 53-year-old Robert Mann, a night worker and night wanderer at the time of the slayings. He died in Whitechapel in 1896, but in 1888 was working as an attendant at the local mortuary, where he would have been familiar with corpses and witnessed their dissection. Said Trow: 'Here, watching at doctors' elbows, he learned the rudiments of anatomy which litter his kills.' Trow produced refreshing evidence to support his theory but he ends his book with the comment: 'Do I believe Robert Mann was guilty? Yes, I do. Can I prove it? No – that was the job of the men of 1888 and they failed.'

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Excerpted from "Serial Killers: Butchers & Cannibals"
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Copyright © 2010 Nigel Blundell.
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