London, Oct. 28.
As it daily becomes evident that the Whitechapel murderer has gone out of business, the belief is spreading that he was not
nearly as crazy as most of the theorists declared him to be, and circumstances are consequently stripped of half their
interest by the conviction that the slayer was merely a plain, everyday brute, not unlike thousands of others that infest the
locality in which the killing was done. It is pretty certain that, despite the declaration of war against prostitutes chalked
upon a shutter and the bravado exhibited by Jack the Ripper in his recent letter, the monster has become frightened at the
magnitude of the police arrangements for his detection and has suspended his horrible work for the present, if not for good.
