THE ONE WHO THINKS HE KNOWS ACT III. IV. ⸻ The tall pale man with lupine eyes sat on the edge of his bed in London Hospital. He concluded his story with the same emotionless rhythm as when he began. It was unsettling. W.T. Stead was beginning to share in the belief of the police that this man the veritable Jack the Ripper. Stead, of course, kept this to himself.[1] “I entered,” said the man. “Lord Lytton was standing... Read more