The circumstance that the last victim of the Whitechapel murderer was heard singing "Sweet Violets" just before she met her death, at once solves the mystery that has thrown London into uproar and changes the status of the gentleman who assisted her to shuffle off the mortal coil from that of a monster to that of an enlightened philanthropist. It will doubtless be discovered that the seven former victims of the gentleman were addicted to nefarious melodies of the same nature that proved fatal to the last, so that the Whitechapel paranoiac deserves to walk down the vista of immortality arm-in-arm with Florence Nightingale and those others whose mission in life has been to minister to the happiness of mankind.
