Jack the Butcher
New Forest,
Hampshire.
Dear Enemy,
I have decided to leave London and to retire to the countryside. I’ll spend long quiet years playing golf and gardening, but before that, I want to give you one last chance to capture me. That’s why I’m inviting you to spend a couple of days at my manor as of Sunday June 1st. Will you take up my challenge? Will you have the guts? You have failed so many times! Let me remind you some of your failures.
On November 5th last year, I killed Lord Windermere, behind the Bank of England. What’s your alibi for that night? What were you doing? I guess you were reading newspapers at you gentlemen’s club or playing the violin at home.
On March 17th, I kidnapped Miss Penniless just before 10 p.m. near Charing Cross and strangled her in front of your flat in Baker Street, but you didn’t hear a thing. Maybe you were smoking your pipe or playing chess with Dr Watson.
On April 1st, I killed three barmaids in Whitechapel, between 5a.m. and 7a.m. and left their bodies inside the Tower of London. What’s your alibi for that morning? Were you doing some chemistry experiments in your laboratory or were you having your early morning walk around Regent’s Park and Primrose Hill?
Shall I continue…? I feel so sorry for you. I’m sure you must be obsessed by all these failures. So, don’t miss this last chance to catch me … and regain a little bit of prestige! Ha! Ha! Ha!
I’m quite sure you will accept my invitation, dear Sherlock, but first, you’ll have to solve the riddle hidden in this letter and find the name of my manor. That’s the first part of the challenge. I’m looking forward to seeing you at my manor.
Best regards, from Hell!
Jack the Butcher
Thank you but i forgot to specify i was looking for natural speed