Eleven – Hellfire and Whitechapel RoadIf history were to repeat itself, and I knew it would, the newspapers would soon be screaming of another 'Horrible murder!' That I could guarantee. Humorously, I imagined, following that eventual outrage, the idiotic reporters would wonder aloud in print 'How did the Whitechapel murderer come to target this poor girl?'
“Fools,” I could reply before it happened, “I spied her out the window.”
Let me tell the whole of it.
It started simply enough. At just gone 10:00 pm, Thursday, 30 August, as I toiled away in a south ward of London Hospital, I chanced to look outside and saw the night sky aglow in a strange shifting orange light. As I was alone and had the time, I ceased my activities and went to the window. It was then I saw it plainly, to the south
