Speaker 1: Please be advised the following episode contained scenes of an
Speaker 1: extremely graphic nature that may be distressing for some listeners.
Speaker 1: As the flames rolled ever higher into the night sky,
Speaker 1: the thick clouds that had been so gray only hours
Speaker 1: before were now lit up, turning a strange shade of
Speaker 1: sanguine in the process. It gave the impression, if only
Speaker 1: just for a moment, that it wasn't drops of rain
Speaker 1: that were falling, but drops of blood. As the merciless
Speaker 1: downpour continued, mixed with flashes of lightning and eruptions of thunder,
Speaker 1: it was as if everything had been turned on its head,
Speaker 1: the heavens above replaced by the bowels of hell. But
Speaker 1: where heaven had gone to exactly none could say. For surely,
Speaker 1: wherever it was, it certainly wasn't down here. The East
Speaker 1: end of London, eighteen eighty eight. The fires had begun
Speaker 1: sometime in the evening, the first having broken out at
Speaker 1: the South Key warehouses. A scent of charcoal had blown
Speaker 1: softly through the streets before the fire announced itself with
Speaker 1: an immense explosion from out of the dockyard. Before long,
Speaker 1: two hundred yards of warehouse stuffed with the dubious spoils
Speaker 1: of colonial practices were ablaze under that reddening August sky,
Speaker 1: flashing with electricity, each jagged discharge appearing like rips in
Speaker 1: the air, cracks that might at any point be opened
Speaker 1: up for something abominable to come through. Three hours later,
Speaker 1: with the help of twelve steam pumper fire engines and
Speaker 1: almost a hundred firefighters, the flames were subdued and the
Speaker 1: men able to return to their beds. But chaos will
Speaker 1: not be stilled at Shortly before one o'clock, another call
Speaker 1: came in. A second fire had broken out at Ratcliff
Speaker 1: dry Dock, even more devastating than the first. A large
Speaker 1: two story warehouse was soon consumed. The flames then danced
Speaker 1: on the wind across the yard and set light to
Speaker 1: a sailing ship fresh in for repairs, before making their
Speaker 1: way to the mother load, a one hundred and twenty
Speaker 1: foot long warehouse stuffed with eight hundred tons of coal.
Speaker 1: Hundreds of nearby residents crammed into the surrounding tenements, now
Speaker 1: threatened by the flames, poured into the street fearing for
Speaker 1: their lives. Others drawn in by the strange confluence of chaos,
Speaker 1: beauty and destruction, came simply to watch the ominous spectacle.
Speaker 1: One face among them was fifty year old Emily Holland,
Speaker 1: a long time resident of the East End's Whitechapel district,
Speaker 1: a woman for whom the spectacle was a welcome respite
Speaker 1: from the hellish existence of a life spent on the
Speaker 1: margins of society, doing anything to stay afloat in the gutter,
Speaker 1: where any distraction from the sheer truth of it all
Speaker 1: was about as much as you could hope for. You're
Speaker 1: listening to Unexplained and I'm Richard mc lane Smith. Having
Speaker 1: seen enough of the fire, Emily set off back towards Wilmot's,
Speaker 1: a roughly twenty minute walk away, where she shared one
Speaker 1: room with five other women. Framed by the deep red
Speaker 1: sky above, she made her way west along the main
Speaker 1: thoroughfare of Commercial Road, careful to stay away from the
Speaker 1: many narrow roads and unlit alleyways, but branched off it,
Speaker 1: for she was only too aware of what horrors might
Speaker 1: await women who walk through such places alone. No doubt
Speaker 1: each of them had a story. Five months previously, forty
Speaker 1: five year old local resident Emma Smith was brutally raped
Speaker 1: and beaten on an unlit corner of near by Brick
Speaker 1: Lane by four young men who finished their assault by
Speaker 1: jabbing a blunt object into her vagina, ripping through the
Speaker 1: internal wall. After the assault, Smith had stood up and
Speaker 1: walked alone back to her lodgings against her will. The
Speaker 1: lodgings manager helped her to a nearby hospital, where she
Speaker 1: later succumbed to her injuries. Only three weeks ago, the
Speaker 1: body of thirty nine year old Martha Tabrim was found
Speaker 1: in the stairwell of a building on George Yard, which
Speaker 1: ran parallel to Brick Lane. Tabrim, who occasionally carried out
Speaker 1: sex work, had been last seen heading off with a
Speaker 1: client before her body was discovered in a pool of blood,
Speaker 1: left displayed in such a way by her killer in
Speaker 1: an effort to inflict maximum shame on the woman. She
Speaker 1: had been stabbed twenty one times across the body, predominantly
Speaker 1: in the breasts and around the groin. Only minutes away
Speaker 1: from Wilmot's, Emily turns into Osborne Street at the bottom
Speaker 1: of Brick Lane, where she spots her friend and fellow lodger,
Speaker 1: Polly Nicholls, stumbling down the road. She didn't recognize her
Speaker 1: at first, owing to the new black straw bonnet she
Speaker 1: was wearing. It was good to see her, since although
Speaker 1: she had lodged at Wilmot's for the last six weeks,
Speaker 1: she had recently been staying somewhere else. As it happened,
Speaker 1: Polly had just been back to Wilmot's to ask for
Speaker 1: a bed for that night, but had been told to
Speaker 1: come back when she had the money for it. Clearly
Speaker 1: a little drunk, she joked about how she had made
Speaker 1: three times the amount for a bed already that night,
Speaker 1: only to drink it all away. The type of service
Speaker 1: that Polly was supplying that evening could be had for
Speaker 1: as little as threepence, the price of a large glass
Speaker 1: of chin. Worried for her friend, Emily tries to convince
Speaker 1: her to come back to Wilmot's. Perhaps they can make
Speaker 1: a bargain with the deputy, she says, but Polly refuses,
Speaker 1: deciding instead to try the White House, a lodging only
Speaker 1: a few minutes away on Flower and Dean Street that
Speaker 1: permitted sex workers to use their beds. The pair say
Speaker 1: there goodbyes as a nearby church bell makes the chime
Speaker 1: two thirty am Emily watches her friend stumbled down Whitechapel
Speaker 1: Road as the rains continue to fall. She hated to
Speaker 1: leave her on her own, especially in such a state,
Speaker 1: but reassures herself that at forty four years old and
Speaker 1: no stranger to this world, Polly was more than able
Speaker 1: to look after herself. An hour later, thirty nine year
Speaker 1: old cart driver Charles cross steps into the cool early
Speaker 1: morning air and sets off on his way to work.
Speaker 1: Turning into the darkness of Buck's Row, he made his
Speaker 1: way hurriedly towards the sanctuary of the soft light of
Speaker 1: a gas lamp. At the far end, he notices what
Speaker 1: looks like a tarpaulin lying on the pavement just ahead
Speaker 1: of him, but as he draws closer, he realizes it
Speaker 1: is in fact the body of a woman lying unconscious
Speaker 1: in the street. Spotting his friend Robert Paul at the
Speaker 1: other end, he calls him over. I think she's dead,
Speaker 1: he says, as Paul bends down to examine her, checking
Speaker 1: her wrist for a pulse. She's breathing, but it's little
Speaker 1: if she is, he says, looking furtively about the street. However,
Speaker 1: not wanting to be late for work, the two men
Speaker 1: decide to leave her, agreeing only to alert the first
Speaker 1: policeman they see. Minutes later, P. C. John Neil, walking
Speaker 1: his usual beat turned into Buck's row. Angling his light
Speaker 1: into the dimness, he spots the body and hurries over
Speaker 1: to it. He calls out to the woman but gets
Speaker 1: no response. Bending down, he holds the light to her
Speaker 1: face and recoils in horror at the sight of blood
Speaker 1: leaking out of a deep wound around the neck. Her
Speaker 1: eyes still open wide frozen in shock, he placed the
Speaker 1: lamp on the pavement, illuminating a black straw bonnet left
Speaker 1: upturned next to the body. Seeing two colleagues enter the street,
Speaker 1: he calls for them to fetch a doctor immediately. By
Speaker 1: the time doctor Llewelyn arrives minutes later, the woman is dead.
Speaker 1: Inspecting the body at the scene, it was clear that
Speaker 1: she had bled to death due to the severity of
Speaker 1: two brutal cuts to her neck, each reaching from one
Speaker 1: ear to the middle of the throat, cutting all the
Speaker 1: way back to the vertebrae. Since there are no signs
Speaker 1: of blood on the woman's clothing, the doctor assumes there
Speaker 1: are no other injuries. Noticing a large crowd gathering, Llewellyn
Speaker 1: is keen to preserve what he can of the woman's
Speaker 1: dignity and have the body removed to a moutree before
Speaker 1: continuing his assessment. The crowd stare aghast as the body
Speaker 1: is lifted from the pavement and placed in the back
Speaker 1: of a police wagon as all about the surrounding streets
Speaker 1: workers from the nearby slaughterhouses in blood spattered overalls lend
Speaker 1: a further macabre edge to the proceedings. With the body
Speaker 1: having finally been taken away, local resident James Green steps
Speaker 1: forward into the space and throws a bucket full of
Speaker 1: water onto the ground, before sweeping the resultant bloody wash
Speaker 1: into the gutter. An hour later, Llewellyn, who is now
Speaker 1: back at home, receives a call from the police inspector
Speaker 1: with a hint of grave concern in his voice. They
Speaker 1: had discovered something else. Soon after, Llewellyn is led into
Speaker 1: the morgue and toward the body, now lying prostrate on
Speaker 1: an autopsy table. He gasps at the sight of it.
Speaker 1: It was like nothing he had ever seen before. Three
Speaker 1: inches from the left side, at the lower part of
Speaker 1: the abdomen ran a very deep, jagged wound. It was
Speaker 1: only one of four similar cuts that ran downward on
Speaker 1: the right hand side, as if centered on the woman's womb.
Speaker 1: All the cuts appeared to have been made with the
Speaker 1: same long bladed knife and inflicted with a very deliberate brutality.
Speaker 1: At the Wilmot lodging House, Emily Holland wakes to the
Speaker 1: devastating news that yet another woman had been murdered. For
Speaker 1: a moment, she sees Polly's face as it disappears into
Speaker 1: the sheds of Whitechapel Road. A short time later, she
Speaker 1: learns the news from Mary Anne Monk, another friend of
Speaker 1: Polly's whom she had met at Lambeth Workhouse, that the
Speaker 1: dead woman was indeed Polly. A devastated Emily will later
Speaker 1: travel to the mark herself that day to identify her
Speaker 1: friend at the inquest to Polly's death. On being asked
Speaker 1: if he knew anyone who might have done this to
Speaker 1: his daughter, her father will reply, I don't think she
Speaker 1: had any enemies. She was too good for that. Are
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Speaker 1: com slash Unexplained podcast. Annie Smith was twenty eight when
Speaker 1: she met and married John Chapman in eighteen sixty nine.
Speaker 1: The following year, the couple celebrated the arrival of their
Speaker 1: first child, Emily, and three years later a second daughter,
Speaker 1: Annie was born. They were joined in eighteen eighty by
Speaker 1: a brother, John, but the family would soon be torn
Speaker 1: apart owing to some form of disability, Annie and John
Speaker 1: were forced to send their son to a home. Their
Speaker 1: misery was compounded when two years later the couple's first daughter, Emily,
Speaker 1: died at the age of twelve from meningitis. John worked
Speaker 1: as a coachman, and though they didn't have a great
Speaker 1: deal of money coming in, it was at least stable. However,
Speaker 1: both he and Annie struggled with alcoholism that served only
Speaker 1: to intensify an increasingly fractious relationship, and by eighteen eighty
Speaker 1: five the pair agreed to go their separate ways. Though
Speaker 1: many women worked in those days, sometimes taking on entire
Speaker 1: businesses when their partners died prematurely, the majority of work
Speaker 1: available was strictly manual and low paid if you could
Speaker 1: get it. The situation owed much to a sexist education system,
Speaker 1: and though some significant changes were around the corner as
Speaker 1: the nineteenth century drew to a close, for those like
Speaker 1: Annie Chapman, options were few and far between. Girls from
Speaker 1: low income households, yet they were lucky enough to get
Speaker 1: an education at all, were schooled only in domestic skills.
Speaker 1: Even for those from more fortunate backgrounds who might have
Speaker 1: been given an academic education comparable to boys, it was
Speaker 1: widely deemed unnecessary, since the only role they were considered
Speaker 1: destined for was that of a wife and mother whose
Speaker 1: only other occupation would be to supervise domestic staff. For Annie,
Speaker 1: there would be no such luxuries. A semi regular payment
Speaker 1: from her husband helped her to just about stay afloat
Speaker 1: and out of the workhouses, and loneliness was kept at
Speaker 1: bay in the form of a new boyfriend, John, who
Speaker 1: made sieves for a living and with whom she shared
Speaker 1: a room at a lodging house in Spittlefields, just to
Speaker 1: the west of Whitechapel. On Christmas Day eighteen eighty six,
Speaker 1: Annie is devastated to hear that her ex husband John
Speaker 1: has died. She breaks up with her boyfriend soon after,
Speaker 1: the summer of eighteen eighty eight sees Annie, now forty seven,
Speaker 1: bouncing about from one lodging house to another, before managing
Speaker 1: a period of stability settling at Crossingham's lodging house on
Speaker 1: Dorset Street in Spittle Fields, home to three hundred or
Speaker 1: so residents of varying itinerancy. In recent months, she had
Speaker 1: come into an arrangement with bricklayer Edward Stanley, which covered
Speaker 1: the cost of her bed most weekends. However, The arrangement
Speaker 1: also complicated matters since Stanley had ordered the lodging house
Speaker 1: Deputy Timothy Donovan not to let her stay if she
Speaker 1: ever brought another man back with her, a situation rendered
Speaker 1: all the more fraught. With rumors flying about in the
Speaker 1: wake of Polly's murder that some of the recent murders
Speaker 1: in the area could be linked. London's Metropolitan Police had
Speaker 1: been homing in on a suspect over the last few days,
Speaker 1: and by September fifth, the press had a name leather Apron.
Speaker 1: Annie knew of him well. The women all talked about him,
Speaker 1: warning each other to stay out of his way. Real
Speaker 1: name John Pyser, around five and a half foot, tour
Speaker 1: with dark hair and a mustache, He was said to
Speaker 1: stalk the streets silently, wearing a deer stalker hat and
Speaker 1: leather apron, looking for sex workers to extort. He was
Speaker 1: said also to carry a sharp leather knife at all times.
Speaker 1: On Friday the seventh, Annie is struggling to get the
Speaker 1: money together for a bed. If a roof over your
Speaker 1: head was your only concern, there was always the option
Speaker 1: of a workhouse, whereby lodging could be sought in return
Speaker 1: for a sustained commitment of work. However, it was and
Speaker 1: is often still the case that the ruling establishment viewed
Speaker 1: low income earners as feckless and lazy, that their predicament
Speaker 1: was down to their own ineptitude, and as such were
Speaker 1: to be discouraged at all times from leaning on the state.
Speaker 1: As a result, workhouses were designed to offer such unfavorable
Speaker 1: conditions that people would be discouraged from using them. A
Speaker 1: midway option could be found in the casual ward, a
Speaker 1: small section of the workhouse offering little more than a floor,
Speaker 1: a shared bucket, and some bread to those in need.
Speaker 1: Occupants of the casual ward were entitled to spend one night,
Speaker 1: after which they were barred from coming back within thirty days,
Speaker 1: in return for a day's work breaking rocks or unpicking rope.
Speaker 1: Having spent the last few days in a casual ward, Annie,
Speaker 1: who struggled with a serious ailment of the lungs, was
Speaker 1: determined not to make it three nights in a row.
Speaker 1: That afternoon, she made a three mile trek to Vauxhall,
Speaker 1: just south of the Thames, where she successfully convinces her
Speaker 1: mother to give her fivepence for a bed at Crossingham's.
Speaker 1: By midnight, however, she had spent it all Regardless, Annie
Speaker 1: makes her way to the lodging house and shares a
Speaker 1: drink with a friend in the communal kitchen before heading
Speaker 1: out again, hoping to sneak back in. Later. At just
Speaker 1: past one thirty a m. Lodging house deputy Timothy Donovan
Speaker 1: is informed that Annie has just been spotted again in
Speaker 1: the kitchen. Moments later, she is at the door of
Speaker 1: Donovan's office, pleading to be allowed to stay the night,
Speaker 1: but Donovan refuses, reprimanding her that if she can find
Speaker 1: money for her beer, then she can find money for
Speaker 1: a bed. Defeated, Annie asks that Donovan at least save
Speaker 1: her usual bed and that she'll be back soon to
Speaker 1: sleep in it. Four hours later, local resident Elizabeth Long
Speaker 1: is making her way toward nearby Spittlefield's Market when she
Speaker 1: turns into Hanbury Street. It was here only the day before,
Speaker 1: under a bright sun, that a hearse carrying the mutilated
Speaker 1: body of Polly Nichols, followed somberly by her father, ex
Speaker 1: husband and son, had begun its four mile journey toward
Speaker 1: Manor Park Cemetery in forest Gate at five thirty am. However,
Speaker 1: the windows of the undertakers are blacked out, and only
Speaker 1: silence and darkness is to be found as Elizabeth hurries
Speaker 1: along the deserted road, passing number twenty nine. However, it
Speaker 1: appears the street is not as deserted as she had
Speaker 1: thought when she spots a man with his back to
Speaker 1: her ending in the shadows. He is roughly five and
Speaker 1: a half feet tall, late thirtieth wearing a dark coat
Speaker 1: and a low crowned felt hat. A moment later, she
Speaker 1: realizes he is talking to a woman. As she passes,
Speaker 1: Elizabeth catches the end of their conversation. Will you, asks
Speaker 1: the man, to which the woman replies yes. Trying to
Speaker 1: mind her own business, Elizabeth hurries on and out of
Speaker 1: the street, just as Albert Kadosh, who lives at number
Speaker 1: twenty seven, is preparing himself for the working day. Having
Speaker 1: put on some clothes, he makes his way towards the
Speaker 1: outhouse at the back of the property. Stepping into the yard,
Speaker 1: he hears a voice cry out from behind the dividing
Speaker 1: fence to number twenty nine on his right. Moments later,
Speaker 1: he hears something clattering aginst the fence from the other side,
Speaker 1: assuming it to be someone stacking crates for the business
Speaker 1: next door. He heads back inside. Minutes later, John Davis,
Speaker 1: a resident of number twenty nine, steps out the front
Speaker 1: door into a dividing passage between the yard and the street.
Speaker 1: Surprised to find the gate has been left open, He
Speaker 1: watches a few people pass by before turning to open
Speaker 1: the back gate and stepping into the yard. It took
Speaker 1: a moment for Davis to process exactly what it was
Speaker 1: He was looking at the body of a woman left
Speaker 1: lying on her back, her clothes hoisted up to her
Speaker 1: waist and her feet planted on the ground with the
Speaker 1: knees up. The wet lump of material draped over her
Speaker 1: shoulder was comprised of intestines that had been completely severed
Speaker 1: from and lifted out of her stomach, and at the
Speaker 1: neck two jagged wounds where she had been savagely sliced
Speaker 1: from one side to the other. What Davis didn't see, however,
Speaker 1: before he ran screaming from the scene, was how the uterus,
Speaker 1: the upper part of the vagina, and two thirds of
Speaker 1: the bladder had also been entirely removed. An hour and
Speaker 1: a half later, in the Prince Albert Pub, only four
Speaker 1: hundred yards from Hanbury Street, a sandy haired man with
Speaker 1: a large mustache curled at each end, wearing a dark
Speaker 1: jacket and soft felt hat, nervously approaches the bar, ordering
Speaker 1: a half pint of veil, making sure to keep his
Speaker 1: face hidden. Landlady missus Fiddimont, suspicious of his general demeanor,
Speaker 1: pulls his drink while trying to catch the reflection of
Speaker 1: his face in a mirror on the back wall. As
Speaker 1: he takes his glass, she notices blood spatters on the
Speaker 1: back of his hand. Realizing he is being watched, the
Speaker 1: man swiftly finishes his drink and leaps. Later that day,
Speaker 1: the woman found in the yard of twenty nine Hanbury
Speaker 1: Street will be formally identified as Annie Chapman. She is
Speaker 1: the fourth of what the press have taken to calling
Speaker 1: the White Chapel Murders. Chief Suspect Leather Apron John Pyser.
Speaker 1: Pyser makes a perfect suspect for the press, not least
Speaker 1: of all because he is believed to be Jewish, a
Speaker 1: cast iron boger man, if ever one was needed. Fears
Speaker 1: and frustrations mount throughout the East End when news of
Speaker 1: Annie's murder sweeps through the streets, and with the fixation
Speaker 1: on Leather apron being a Jew. It isn't long before
Speaker 1: some residents are turning their anger toward the Jewish members
Speaker 1: of their community. But finally, after days spent scouring the
Speaker 1: neighborhood for John Peyser, on September tenth, he is apprehended. Sadly,
Speaker 1: for the police and the women of Whitechapel, he has
Speaker 1: a solid alibi for the night of Annie and Polly's murders.
Speaker 1: On the Friday, four days later, a handful of friends
Speaker 1: and family watch as Annie Chapman's body is buried not
Speaker 1: far from Polly Nichols in Manor Park Cemetery. By the
Speaker 1: time Nichols's inquest has drawn to a close on the
Speaker 1: twenty third, it is clear to the police that although
Speaker 1: the choice of victim is not by any means out
Speaker 1: of the ordinary, the manner in which Nichols and Chapman
Speaker 1: were murdered suggests they are dealing with something that not
Speaker 1: many had seen before. As the coroner noted in his
Speaker 1: summing up, the audacity and daring is equal to its
Speaker 1: maniacal fanaticism and abhorrent wickedness. The suggested motive may be wrong,
Speaker 1: but one thing is very clear that murders of a
Speaker 1: most atrocious character have been committed. Three days later, a
Speaker 1: letter arrives at the front desk of the Central News Agency,
Speaker 1: a news distribution service based in the city of London
Speaker 1: that borders the borough of Whitechapel to the west. On
Speaker 1: the envelope written in red ink, it is addressed only
Speaker 1: to the boss. Inside there is a letter, also written
Speaker 1: in red ink and dated twenty fifth September eighteen eighty eight.
Speaker 1: It reads, Dear Boss, I keep on hearing the police
Speaker 1: have court me, but they won't fix me just yet.
Speaker 1: I have laughed when they look so clever and talk
Speaker 1: about being on the right track. That joke about leather
Speaker 1: apron gave me real fit. I am down on horse
Speaker 1: and I shan't quit ripping them till I do get buckled.
Speaker 1: Grand work. The last job was, I gave the lady
Speaker 1: no time to squeal? How can they catch me? Now?
Speaker 1: I love my work and want to start again. You
Speaker 1: will soon hear of me with my funny little games.
Speaker 1: I saved some of the proper red stuff in a
Speaker 1: ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with,
Speaker 1: but it went thick like glue and I can't use it.
Speaker 1: Red Ink is fit enough. I hope the next job
Speaker 1: I do, I shall clip the lady's ears off and
Speaker 1: send to the police officers just for jolly. Keep this
Speaker 1: letter back, then give it out straight. My knife's so
Speaker 1: nice and sharp. I want to get to work right
Speaker 1: away if I get a chance. Good luck, yours truly,
Speaker 1: Jack the Ripper. Part two of the Square will be
Speaker 1: out Tuesday, October two. If you enjoy listening to Unexplained
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