FROM "JACK THE RIPPER'S" PAL STARTLING LETTER TO A HUCKNALL GENTLEMAN.

Te Aroha News, Volume VI, Issue 334, 16 January 1889, Page 5

FROM " JACK THE RIPPER'S" PAL STARTLING LETTER TO A HUCKNALL GENTLEMAN.

This appended letter has been sent to us (says the "Nottingham Daily Express ") as having been leceived by Mr Thomas Porter, of Hticknall Torkard, who immediately handed it over to the county police. Without expressing any opinion a^ to the authenticity of the document, it is open to coniectuve that the writer is a man who was foimevly in the employ of Mr Porter, when that gentleman was in business as «t saddler at Hucknall, and who went out to Colorado. The lettei boie the East Central postmark. We omit several of the least interesting porUons ot the letter :—: — No\ ember, London, E.C. Dear Sir, — I now take the liberty o writing to you, hoping I am not taking a liberty in doing so. 1 have no doubt you will bo biupiibed Lo hear it is me and a pal of mine doing this work in "Whiteohapel ; but I feel 1 cannot continue much longer— shall have to gi\e it up — cannot reign much longer. Have been in America tome years and since leaving Colorado have been carrying on a "deadly" (word emitted here) in the ea&b oi London. I feel at this moment as if I could burn or blow all those dens down, and all those filthy low women in them. When Igo to bed at night I can sec all my past life before me, can see everything 1 have done wrong, and thousands of rat& ; it is dreadful, and when I lie awake in the morning I fancy I've been dreaming lam not the man. It is too true, lam the right one. Oh Ido wish I hadgonetoNotting-hamwhenlleft Colorado, it makes me feel misetable. Most people think there is only one in the affair, but allow me to tell you [ guess there are two, and that is him who learnt me how to do it, a scamp, but I am as bad as him now if not worse, for I never feel frightened in cutting a woman up now, felt at times I never should get caught, am just like a maniac. Oh how I wish I could do without any more of this sort of life 1 have been leading of late — niusb go on or my pal would do for me— l guess it is a sworn thing between us. When lam talk*ing to a woman i can sue the very devil, would give my life any time if I could jusfc bpeak to some of my old friends. Do teel bad iustnow, hope the Lord will forgive moall thesmsl have c jnimitted — always feel batter in the afternoon when we go in a public house, and hear some one reading about the Whitechapel aUairs, having many a laugh as if I could holr it ; when it is getting dark Ido feel tunny— my pal is a wild wretch, he has learned me how to do all this. 1 am a native of Notts, but lived lin Hucknall some years ago. "My pal lis a Bavarian, 1 gues&. We met on board a steamship, and T a- sure you I was mesmeri&ed when I found out his hideous calling winch had been concealed from me for some time. J had become so intimate with him, and lie cast a sorb ot spell over me. Myself and my pal are just what they call '* Jack the Ripper," we are not the cause of all the nonsense about that; letter writing aid that writing on the wall, we have never donu anything of the sorb. You must not allow any hope to exist in your body. I really feel miserable and scarcely ! know what to do with myself at this moment ; expect we shall pop off another or two, when I guess we go back to Colorado never to return . . . ifours good-bye, Jack the Rii>rtK'b Pal.