Jack the Ripper – A Love Story ( Excerpt 61 )
I first examined her neck, this time I was proud of my work, a straight cut from left to right with no faltering. I read through Bagster Philips preliminary notes, The Knife used to sever the neck and inflict wounds on the abdomen were probably the same, a thin bladed knife six to eight inches long, extremely sharp in other words my trusty Liston Knife. The one tool no surgeon should be without.
He thought that it was some form of surgical knife, he surmised that the Knives used by slaughtermen if well sharpened were a possibility, but the knives used by leather workers were far too short, he completely ruled out swords or bayonets. He conceded that our perpetrator had a certain amount of knowledge with regard to human anatomy.
The abdomen had been entirely laid open, the intestines severed from their mesmeric attachments had been lifted out of the body and placed on the victim’s shoulder; whilst from the pelvis of the corpse, the uterus and its appendages with the upper portion of the vagina and two thirds of the bladder had been removed and were nowhere to be found at the scene of her death. All the cuts were expertly administered and Bagster Philips considered that a competent surgeon under hospital conditions would have taken around an hour to do work to this standard. Ahem, praise indeed.
‘ Well Doctor! any conclusions? ‘ asked a distinctly queasy looking Abberline. ‘ Of one thing I am certain, this is the work of our man, and like I promised he is escalating. He dotes on the feeling of power that it gives him and now he’s taken to collecting souvenirs, to my mind we are dealing with a very dangerous individual!’ was my earnest reply.
(C) Damian Grange 2018