25 . Sept . 1888 .
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 who*es 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 ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldnt 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