'We are ready for him.'
'Then let us go. We must not keep Jack the Ripper
waiting.' It was a cold, windy night, and we were
grateful for our thick coats as we sat in the cab. It
took us to the big police station in Commercial
Street. Hundreds of policemen were waiting there to
begin the night's work. Holmes and I sat down to
wait, too.
After some time I said to Holmes, 'This waiting is
terrible. 1 wish we could do something.'
'We can,' he replied.
'When a crime is reported. Until then we can only
wait. The murderer could be anywhere out there.'
Holmes picked up a piece of paper and a pencil.
'He could.
But I think I know where he is. Look at this.' This is what
he showed me