Yours Truly Jack the Ripper AFRS Myst Phs

to rip to strike. But this is not London in 1888. No, this is Chicago in 1945. Yet Jack the Ripper is loose again, tonight, to butcher his victims without trace. This Peter Loric opened the doors of the Mystery Playhouse. If you recall, some few years ago, London was terrorized by a one-man crime wave. I am murderer who was never captured

and never seen him. And tonight he followed the investigations of Sir Guy Hollis, who firmly believed that Jack the Ripper is still alive, and it is he who is the fiend that once again and slashes and kills, and is the element of the supernatural in this story that will amaze you for it seems that the spirit world has given the black heart of Jack the Rippet,

the power of ever lasting life. Time the present. Our scene is the reception room of a well-known Chicago psychiatrist, Dr. John Comety. In his tennis, the doctor's assistant is chatting with a tall, distinguished man who is apparently waiting to consult Dr. Tomaty.

But surely, Sir Guy, you can't believe a theory that seems so well astrological. I'm afraid I drew Miss Kenister. I'll grant Miss Kenister that we still know very little about the life energy of the sun, about those forces which keep the planets in their spheres and keep a star from spinning a strain crashing into the rigoury building.

Hello there. Oh, Dr. Comedy. I'll be with you in a moment, Mr. Hollis. Miss Kenneth, will you step into my office, please? Take your time, Dr. Anything to gain your patience, respect. What have I done now?

It's Sir Guy Hollis. He's a lord or a knight or anyway, not a commoner. Attached to the British consulate here. Did you find out anything else about him? Nothing about his medical condition. He's right out of an English movie.