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Portrait Of A Killer: Jack The Ripper - Case ClosedShe never did understand the "Shrubbery" part of the address, since Sickert had no shrubbery in his patchy front yard. Nor did Sickert ever offer her an explanation for his bizarre behavior. He was fifty-eight years old at the time. He was anything but senile. But he acted strange sometimes, and Lilly recalled being unnerved when he carried his Gladstone bag out the door and took her and another woman on a frightening excursion into Whitechapel during a thick, acrid fog. They ended up on Petticoat Lane, and Ms. Lilly watched in astonishment as Sickert and his black bag disappeared along mean streets as "the fog exceeded our worst fears" and it was almost as dark as night, she wrote. The women chased Sickert "up and down endless side streets until we were exhausted" as he stared at poor wretches huddled on steps leading into their slums, and joyfully exclaimed, "such a beautiful head! What a beard. A perfect Rembrandt." He could not be dissuaded from his adventure, which had taken him within blocks of where the Ripper's victims had been murdered exactly thirty years earlier ...» |
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