Charles was headed to work in the early morning darkness when he saw something lying on the

cobblestone slumped against a gate.

It was the body of a woman.

A passerby joined him, but at first the two men couldn't tell if she was asleep, so

Charles tried to wake her up.

Her face was still warm, but her hands were definitely cold.

Charles spoke their greatest fear into the silence.

I think she's dead.

In the woman's body was examined in the mortuary, the doctor began by cataloging the wounds

that would become a shocking media sensation.

Her throats had been cut, and several deep jagged wounds crossed her abdomen.

Experience and evidence led the doctor to surmise that the cuts had been made with

a very sharp knife.

It was an ominous way to begin a manhunt that would become the center of an international

media frenzy.

Soon all of London, and everywhere else around the world where they read the London news,

would have a name to pin the murders on, a name that we still whisper today.

Jack the Ripper.

After the body was found, the Metropolitan Police examined the surrounding roads to see if

there were any marks or traces nearby.

They checked the neighborhood's railway lines and embankments.

They scoured the streets, but they found nothing.

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