Chapter 24
THE LETTER, WRITTEN IN RED INK was addressed to The Boss, Central News Office and delivered to the offices of the agency at No 5 New Bridge Street on 27th September 1888. It read:
25th Sept. 1888
Dear Boss,
I keep on hearing the police have caught me but they wont fix me just yet. I have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. That joke about Leather Apron gave me real fits. I am down on w****s and I shant stop ripping them till I do get buckled. Grand work the last job was. I gave the lady no time to squeal. How can they catch me now, I love my work and want to start again. You will soon hear of me with my funny little games. I saved some proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue an
