Good Evening, My Name is Jack the Ripper

Good evening. This is Crime Classics. I am Thomas Highland with another true story of crime. Listen, a man walking along a cobbled street in Whitechapel. It's an April evening and the pleasant one. A spring rain has just finished and the street lamp spread the skins of light over the wet pavements.

Stroll. Nowhere in particular. Hanbury Street is as good as any other. But look there, the young woman waiting. Well, June, if I don't so see you as so. Pleasant night, ain't it? Walking where you? I walk along with you, won't mind.

I like I eat grilled, don't you? The rain makes everything fresh and nice, don't it? Oh, now there's a pretty garden, ain't it? Flowers already! Tonight, in my report to you on Good evening, my name is Jack the Ripper.

Crime Classics, a series of true crime stories taken from the records and newspapers of every land from every time. Your host each week, Mr. Thomas Highland, connoisseur of crime, student of violence and teller of murders.

Now once again, Mr. Thomas Highland. The year was 1888, and the place was London. The first murder had taken place on April 3, and was not reported in the London Times.

The woman's name was Emma Elizabeth Smith, and she had blonde hair. I have blonde hair too. The second murder took place not far from the first, and near the grove yard buildings in Whitechapel. The woman's name was Martha Tabram, and the police noted that she died exactly the same way as Emma Elizabeth Smith.

Horribly, by knife, to be noted, Martha had blonde hair too, and her eyes were dark. My eyes are dark too, and I have blonde hair. Third murder, August 31st, Buck's Row, also in Whitechapel, horribly by knife, died, Anne Nichols.