The fruiterer caused me a good deal of stress. I might have gone to the trouble to kill him had I not found relief elsewhere. But, with the end of the Stride and Eddowes Inquests, with the final reports that emerged, I got an incredible sense of relief concerning the question of eye witnesses from the night of the double event – and why they had never testified as to my description.
All that time I had been worrying myself sick… over nothing.
Through news and gossip I eventually discovered… The pipe smoker in Berner Street had no idea what I looked like. He"d spent his energy trying to remember the looks of the nosy Jew I"d put him onto. The Jew, meanwhile, who"d seen me shove the w***e (and for whom I"d shouted “Lipski!” to the pipe smoker), had been too frightened to describe anything
