The Whitechapel murderer has not yet been discovered, although, to
judge from the evidence, he is officially believed to be still in the district, and to make special precautions indispensable. With a good feeling, for which Sir Charles Warren publicly expresses his thanks, the people of White- chapel have aided the police in a house-to-house visitation throughout the suspected area ; but as yet the criminal has eluded them. They, of course, require evidence satisfactory to a Court as well as to themselves, and. it is difficult to imagine whence it can be derived. The suggestions poured in upon Scotland Yard perceptibly increase its daily labour, but no one points out how the want of evidence is to be supplied. The victims are silenced, the murderer is silent, the motive is unguessable, and the only trace is a morsel of an apron spotted with blood. No ingenuity can deduce from an unknown ship the name of her captain ; and that is the task necessity now throws on the detectives. Observe that the criminal, under all this observation, has ceased from his ghastly work, presumptive proof at least that he is a sane man, fully cognisant of all that is passing round him. If he is ever found, it will probably be through some impious burst of exultation in himself as the master in murder of his generation, the exultation which, if the story is true—we doubt it—has prompted him to send half his victim's kidney to the President of the Vigilance Committee.
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