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Drunks came at one another with knives and broken bottles

Still, even in the East End, there was usually motive for murder

Robbery Hate, jealousy, passion

Whores soust 1888, London was already prey to a nue events

Several female torsos had been discovered in the Tha rape by three enitals by a blunt object

To their trade had been threatened byafter the Bank Holiday of August 6, 1888, the body of a woely stabbed thirty-nine times

There was no real panic at that point The murder made the papers; she wasn’t identified at first except as a woht, with black hair and a round face-- apparently belonging to the lowest classes The newspapers did comment on the way that she had been

"butchered," and that a sense of insecurity was being felt She was soon identified as Martha Tabru the streets with a soldier, soldiers were paraded before possible witnesses, all to no avail

Peter was deeply disturbed by thehiht, that she wouldn’t be soliciting soldiers while helping hiuust 31, the body of another woman was found She was identified within twenty-four hours as being Mary Ann or-- as she was known to her friends-- Polly Nichols Her throat had been violently slashed, and worse She had been savagely mutilated Her throat had been slit so that her head was nearly detached, and her stomach had been ripped open, her intestines exposed

Police and surgeons argued; newspapers speculated Most believed that this new h the victi to the depths of doss houses, prostituting for the few coins to buy a bed in a public house, and sos on liquor several tiht

Peter was again worried about Megan acco him on his rounds into the dark underbelly of the East End "There is such wretched horror there!" he insisted

Megan again insisted that she would be fine; she was assisting a doctor, not prostituting Laura argued with her husband; Megan insisted that Peter hi with her--ether

Peter worked the doss houses, warning the woan to find the ic The dirty, mist laden streets of the East End had created some fast friendships and she learned about the murder victims Once upon a time, Polly had been respectably e had failed

Some bla her last confinement; her husband blamed it on her penchant for drink, and claimed that she had deserted hi at workhouses, returning ho on tobefore her death, she had taken work as a domestic servant, and she had tried toto her father that she was eht she died, Polly had been pathetically proud of her new black bonnet She had been cheerful despite her alcoholism and the sad state of her life, and those friends she had made on the streets had been very fond of her

Froument as to whether the same killer had done in both Martha and Polly They were both es and problems with alcohol They were poor, pathetic creatures, who prostituted on the streets

With Polly’s death, political upheaval began, people riding hard on the police, and the politics of the Ho hard under attack as well The respectable citizens of Victorian England began to screa must be done, and the lives of many who had been like dust swept under a carpet were suddenly exposed

Megan was passionate about her ith Peter There were so ht be turned to a better life with just a little nudge The killer made it all the more important that they not desert a people who needed all the charity that they could get

On Saturday, September 8, the body of Annie Chapan learned fro wo, that Annie was perhaps the most pathetic victim so far

She’d married a coachman named John Chapman, and borne three children Her son was born a cripple Her precious Ee of twelve Her second daughter ith a traveling troupe or circus in France, and her boy was taken into the care of a charitable school Her ave her a sements with other men, she was shattered by the news, and was left destitute

Making her way in the East End

Until she met her killer

The papers talked of a man named "Leather Apron," a slipper maker who bullied prostitutes with a knife Leather Apron could not be found

Peter grewhours, Megan found out why "Have you noticed that you haven’t seen me when these vicious crian stared at hi if I haven’t lostattracts my attention while on the streets, or even inside, and suddenly, I’ve blacked out again I awaken, in a different place, and don’t knohere I am, or where I’ve been"

"But, Peter--"

"The first murder, I was here alone The second ton house, if you’ll recall, while I said I was going to see to old Mr Throgmorton below

The thirdto educate the whores"

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