26th October 1888
26th October 1888
Jack’s back! What fools, what stupid blundering fools, to have me there and then to let me go? They know nothing. Even that blind fool Cavendish, I told him of my cause, my great mission, and he still thinks me mad! So I’m hallucinating am I? I’ll show them. I’ll show them all! My voices speak to me of blood, rivers of flowing blood, and ripped flesh upon the floor. I will outdo myself on the next occasion. The next job shall be my greatest yet. They shall never take me, for I shall wear once more my cloak of invisibility and disappear as quickly as I appear from the filthy streets where the w****s walk. I am cursed forever by the thing inside me which even now eats away at me. My head hurts, but now my body festers as I breathe, and I must be wary of
