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eBook Category: Horror
eBook Description: Learn the truth from each of his victims as the identity of Jack the Ripper is revealed in gruesome detail.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Crypt Orchids, 1998
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2001

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Words: 7292
Reading time: 20-29 min.
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Several days ago, tumescent with inspiration, Woodrow had penned his own letter. Addressed to the Central News Agency, and headed "Dear Boss," it was rendered in a thin, loopy, upswept style of cursive. The phrasing--in particular the part, "I am down on whores and I shan't quit ripping them till I do get buckled"--was an approximation of the coarse argot Woodrow knew as indigenous to the Spitalfields Market district. He had recited each line aloud to himself, for veracity's sake, as he wrote using a quill dipped in half a bottle of red ink left over from his previous engagement as a ledger-man for Staffordshire & Howe, Solicitors. The ancient ink had run tacky; Woodrow had it all over his hands by the time he had completed half the letter. That gave him an idea, and after a moment's mental rehearsal, he wrote:

"...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."

That struck him as especially creative. He guessed this was how Poe and LeFanu and Collins and Mr. Stevenson all had felt when they were writing, producing ... creating things from their own fecund imaginations and flights of fancy.

He had already decided to post the letter from Liverpool, to confound detection. But how to sign it?

He had intended to use "Saucy Jack," after a children's rhyme, but after reviewing what he had written, he decided on a different poison-pen name.

Two days later, all of London was nattering about Jack the Ripper.