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thought it may have been lovers having a meeting or prostitutes at work, so I rolled over and went back to sleep.”
    She shifted in her seat, apparently uncomfortable that she had not gotten up to look out her window.
    “In the morning, I mentioned the disturbance to my husband and then we found out about the murder, so now I believe what I heard was a woman being attacked.”
    “So nothing aroused your suspicions at the time?”
    “No, not until the morning. But now I realize the sounds were probably from someone in pain.”
    John Neil and John Thain were the two policemen who met Jonas Mizen at the scene of the crime. John Thain was a police constable and had arrived just in time to help load Mary’s body into the ambulance. He noticed the back of her dress was drenched with blood and had even gotten some of it on his hands.
    “It was dark, but I could tell the woman’s eyes were wide open. Blood was still oozing from the cuts on her throat,” he said. “Her hat was lying alongside her body, and I noticed her arm was cold. I knew we had another murder and sent for an ambulance.”
    “Did you check for any witnesses?”
    “Yes, I did check with workers at Essex Wharf to see if they had heard anything, but they claimed they had not. There were also a couple of men who worked at a nearby horse-slaughtering factory who came by to see what was going on. They had not seen or heard anything either.”
    “Is there anything else you can tell us?” asked Holmes.
    “No. I stayed there until the ambulance took her away.”
    “Thank you for stopping by.”
    About that time, Inspector Grant arrived. “Are you getting anything useful?” he asked as he nodded to Dr. Watson.
    “Not particularly. A few of the blanks have been filled in, but I can’t say there have been any strong insights into the murder so far. I really haven’t had the time to study over my notes though, so I may find something yet.”
    “We are still trying to locate more witnesses, but I think you have them all. Most people are nervous to come forward with the other murders going on. I am still not sure if those crimes are connected to this one.”
    “I will say it again: I tend to believe, from what I have read in the papers, that this murderer is different. It may even be the man’s first murder, and I hope to God it will be his last, but unfortunately, another murder may be the only way we catch him,” Holmes said.
    “Well, keep up the good work and let me know of any resources that you need,” Grant said as he walked away.
    The next witness was John Spratling. He had arrived on the scene after the blood had been washed away by a neighbor boy and the victim was already in the ambulance. He and Sergeant George Godley were the investigators who checked with the surrounding neighbors to see if they could find any witnesses. There was not much to add there.
    “What did you do after you helped load the victim?” asked Holmes.
    “I searched the Great Eastern and East London railways, Essex Wharf, and the District Railway as far as Thomas Street for witnesses and clues. I did not have any luck.”
    That concluded the day’s interviews.
     
     

CHAPTER five
    Profiled
     
    The week was a whirlwind of activity. Holmes and Dr. Watson worked tirelessly to verify witnesses’ stories, as well as to call in more people to give testimony—though most of it amounted to nothing. Poor Mary was buried, her mourners made up of people who lived in her lodging house or friends from the bar.
    To Holmes’ immense frustration, the investigation was going nowhere. He grew tenser and more taciturn than usual, but he was loath to admit the murder was linked to the others that had taken place. It was too violent and too bizarre—he knew in his gut that they were not connected. A week later, on the eighth of September, Holmes’ initial reaction was confirmed: another body was found under much the same conditions as the first one.
    Annie Chapman was a widow and the