There was a serial killer in Toronto, about a year ago, who killed women. Women who worked. Eight women in every town he passed through. He cut them up something awful: it was all very much like this case in White Chapel, and this fellow they called "Jack the Ripper". Have you heard of it? A detective from Scotland Yard came to help us investigate, because he thought it might be this Jack. I can't say that I liked him; he was short with everybody, and not like the Inspector is, where you know he's only pushing you to be your best. But he was clever. Almost as clever as Detective Murdoch. Almost. And he shot a man who had a knife to our Henry's neck. Henry liked him, even before that. He gave the lads this game: Snakes and Ladders. It's to do with morality, apparently.
The killer killed two women, and he left notes for us: "try and stop me", they said. But Detective Murdoch put the pieces together, and used the Daylight-in-a-Box to find the true crime scene, and took fingermarks.
And he found that they belonged to the Detective from Scotland Yard. Only he wasn't: he had killed the real detective, and tried to kill our Doctor Ogden, but she was able to fend him off with a pair of scissors. She drove them straight into his heart. Before he died, he thanked her.
He had never thrown us off his case. He wanted to see how close to being caught he could get. It was all a game to him: those women's lives, all of our lives; even his own. It was all just so meaningless.
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There was a serial killer in Toronto, about a year ago, who killed women. Women who worked. Eight women in every town he passed through. He cut them up something awful: it was all very much like this case in White Chapel, and this fellow they called "Jack the Ripper". Have you heard of it? A detective from Scotland Yard came to help us investigate, because he thought it might be this Jack. I can't say that I liked him; he was short with everybody, and not like the Inspector is, where you know he's only pushing you to be your best. But he was clever. Almost as clever as Detective Murdoch. Almost. And he shot a man who had a knife to our Henry's neck. Henry liked him, even before that. He gave the lads this game: Snakes and Ladders. It's to do with morality, apparently.
The killer killed two women, and he left notes for us: "try and stop me", they said. But Detective Murdoch put the pieces together, and used the Daylight-in-a-Box to find the true crime scene, and took fingermarks.
And he found that they belonged to the Detective from Scotland Yard. Only he wasn't: he had killed the real detective, and tried to kill our Doctor Ogden, but she was able to fend him off with a pair of scissors. She drove them straight into his heart. Before he died, he thanked her.
He had never thrown us off his case. He wanted to see how close to being caught he could get. It was all a game to him: those women's lives, all of our lives; even his own. It was all just so meaningless.