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De gådefulde mord i Whitechapel

Walter Sickert fortalte mig og sandsynligvis mange andre at han kort efter sin ankomst til London havde haft en mærkelig oplevelse.
Mens han så sig om efter et atelier, boede han i et lille forstadspensionat. Værtinden var gammel og utrolig snakkesalig. En dag stillede hun ham det ejendommelige spørgsmål, om han vidste hvem der engang havde boet i hans værelse. Hun gjorde en lang dramatisk pause og sagde derpå: ”Jack the Ripper!”
Han var dyrlægestuderende. En stilfærdig logrende, yderst høflig overfor hende og hendes mand, og beskeden, næsten genert. De havde ondt af ham, for han var svagelig; man kunne ligefrem se, hvordan han uge for uge blev blegere og tyndere. Men hvad der foruroligede dam mere, var, at han begyndte at gå ud om natten. De hørte ham komme hjem ved femtiden, liste sig op ad trappen og nogle timer senere ned igen efter morgenavisen.
Når hun gjorde rent i hans værelse, bemærkede hun undertiden, at der var spor af brændt tøj i kaminen. Det undgik heller ikke hendes opmærksomhed, at når alle de andre i huset diskuterede det sidste grufulde mord, viste han ringe interesse eller slet ingen.
De to gamle mennesker var rystede. Kunne denne pæne unge mand virkelig være den sindssyge morder? Selvfølgelig overvejede de at gå til politiet; men så tog hans sygdom en alvorlig vending, og hans mor kom og hentede ham til Bournemouth. Fra det øjeblik hørte mordene op, og et par måneder senere fik de at vide, at han var død.


The mysterious murder in Whitechapel
Walter Sickert told me and probably many others that short after his arrival to London had had a strange experience.
While he was looking for a studio he lived in a little suburban pension. The landlady was old and very talkactive. One day she asked him the strange question, if he knew who once stayed in his room. She did a long break, dramatically break and then said: “Jack the Ripper!”
He was a veterinary. An quiet logdered, very polite to her and her husband, and modest almost shy. They felt sorry for him because he was weak; you could almost see how he week after week became more pale and thin. But was disquieted them even more was that he began to go out at night. They heard him come home at five o’clock, walking softly up the stairs and some ours later down again after the morning paper.
When she was cleaning his room she noticed now and then that there were tracks of burned clothing in the fireplace. It did not avoid her attention, that when the others in the house were discussing the last horrible murder, he showed very little interests or no one at al.
The two old people were shocked. Could this nice young man be the insane killer? Of course they considered going to the police; but then his illness took a serious turn, and his mother came to take him home to Bournemouth. From that moment the murders stopped, and a couples of month later they were told that he was death.