I'm jack. I see you're still having no luck catching me. I have the greatest respect for you, George. But Lord, you are no nearer catching me now than four years ago when I started. I reckon your boys are letting you down, George. You can't be much good, can ya? The only time they came near catching me was a few months back in Chapeltown, when I was disturbed. Even then it was a uniformed copper, not a detective. I warned you in March that I'd strike again. Sorry it wasn't Bradford. I did promise you that but I couldn't get there. I'm not quite sure when I'll strike again but it will be definitely sometime this year, maybe September or October, even sooner if i get the chance. I am not sure where, maybe Manchester. I like it there, there's plenty of them knocking about. They never learn do they, George? I bet you warned them, but they never listen. At the rate I'm going I should be in the book of records. I think it's eleven up to now, isn't it? Well, I'll keep on going for quite a while yet. I can't see myself being nicked just yet. Even if you get near, I'll probably top myself first. Well it's been nice chatting to you, George. Yours, JACK the Ripper.