The Kelly Murder Covered In A Swiss Paper

Posted: February 12, 2010 in Other Ripper Research
Corresp. Particul. Journal de Geneve
London, November 9
(Translated from French)
This time the culprit, we can say the mysterious madman, operated at home rather than in open air. In a squalid house on the ground floor in Miller’s Court in Dorset Street, there lived a young woman named Marie Jeanne Kelly nicknamed because she has lived with a handyman of the name she gave as her husband. This woman clearly lived on the street, and Kelly, out of disgust, had abandoned her there ten to fifteen days ago. Thursday night they saw the young woman Mary Jane, half drunk in a tavern in the counties, about eleven o’clock. On Friday morning, the owner, a grocer and seed merchant, named M’Carthy, stated that she owed 30 shillings of rent, which would represent at least two months in arrears, sent his boy to the store around 10:30 am, and asked him to go for some rent money. The boy knocked at the door but got no response and believing that the door was closed, he took advantage of a broken window to draw aside the curtain of the window overlooking the courtyard, and he returned, pale and trembling, he told his boss that his tenant had been murdered. M’Carthy came to see himself, and through this window without shutters, he could see the corpse of the unfortunate lying on her bed, the room filled with blood and furniture covered with shreds of flesh. Ten minutes after the police were alerted and ran in force, they surrounded the whole block of ruins with a cordon of police, and inspectors and doctors entered the room. A true while with an old bed, a table and two chairs. On the bed, dead, her throat was cut to the spine, like the other victims, but this time it was evident that having had more time at his disposal and more security, the murderer had abandoned his rage and bloody hatchet was literally the corpse of his victim. The nose and both ears of the poor woman were cut off, and we remember with a real thrill of horror in the letters signed Jack the murderer, the removal of the ears of the next victim was announced. Both breasts had been cut with a skill that would have done credit to a preparer of anatomy. The chest and abdomen had been opened, the heart lying on the hard ground, the liver was placed sideways on one leg, entrails scattered on the floor and the uterus, like a detached piece of anatomy was on the table. The face and legs had also been slashed in a horrible way. The doctors themselves have been cruelly impressed by this incredible spectacle. The reconstruction of the crime is obvious. Mary Jane, leaving the tavern where she was seen alone between half past eleven and midnight to meet the assassin, who persuaded her to take him home. Mary Jane had a master key or allen key and returned without being heard. Following the deposition of two neighbors, at one o’clock in the morning they heard her in her room humming the refrain of a popular song, "Sweet Violet," after midnight and it was found that there was light in her room. After that, nothing until the time of the discovery of the corpse, on Friday at ten-thirty in the morning. There was a light in the unhappy woman’s room for at least 40 to 50 minutes, which proves that the appearance of the assassin was nothing terrifying or likely to excite the suspicions of the unfortunate who sang to him . As I said above, the window was not covered and the view outside was protected only by one of those thin muslin rags so that when there’s light inside, one can see all of outside. The opposite window of the other houses are not more than ten feet, but tenants had not seen anything except the light. So not reporting the shadow of the murderer. By the provision of places, I just visited with a police inspector, it seems a gaslight street must cast a dim light in the room of the crime, and it probably had that glow when the murderer had proceeded with his bloody work. No they can not say with precision, physicians believe that the crime was committed between 1:30 am and 3 am. His work ended, the murderer left, shutting the door and carrying the key in his pocket, but without leaving a trace behind him. It was noted that these crimes always happen late in the week, and since then we no longer find any suspicious individual, there has reached an established theory as follows: On Thursday or Friday arrives in the port of London vessels that trade cattle, and the boats leave on Saturday or Sunday, generally 48 hours of their arrival date. On these vessels, they often kill the cattle for one reason or another, naturally employing butchers, and we think it’s one of those individuals who committed the crimes and therefore departing in that vessel, and disappearing without a trace …. until the next tragedy. That’s a guess as possible, but nothing more. As it is increasingly evident that these crimes do not have any ordinary motive, theft or revenge, it seems that the theory of eminent psychiatrist Dr. Forbes is much more likely. It would therefore be in the presence of one of these maniacs who have a terrible temporary insanity for blood. I wanted to take this advice from a doctor friend of mine and I’m really frightened of his conversation. According to him, this madness would manifest itself in particular circumstances, under the influence of a nervous breakdown. More access will be longer, there was more chance for the murderer’s work to be done. The anatomical massacre that marks the latest crime seems already an indication that the bloody madness of the time persisted much longer than for previous crimes because with hardware it took at least 30 to 40 minutes for the murderer destroying everything female. If he had operated on the highway, he would certainly have been caught in the act. The famous detectives bloodhounds that were on the trail of the murderer have not been used, for the simple reason that during the last lesson we gave them, they escaped and they have not been recovered. The police did not find the murderer and the Whitechapel district is experiencing a panic that is impossible to imagine.
Source: Journal de Geneve, November 13, 1888, Page 2

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