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Emily Edith Smith

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Emily Edith Smith

Post by Karen on Thu 10 Jan 2013 - 21:51

"Jack the Ripper."


AUCKLAND, January 5.

From time to time we in New Zealand hear of the evil deeds of "Jack the Ripper," and according to the Star's London correspondent this vile being in human form has again been endeavouring to commit murder, as will be seen by the following communication:

The strange story of a hairbreadth escape from assassination in Whitechapel, told to the police on Tuesday last, by a girl named Emily Edith Smith, differs little in its main details from the scores - nay hundreds - of deftly contrived yarns which have been brought to the authorities by mendacious or over-imaginative women from time to time ever since the Jack-the-Ripper scare alarmed East End London. Usually ten minutes' cross-examination reveals even to the densest police inspector the flagrant falseness of the narrative, and eventually the woman generally admits she invented the story in the hope of making her notorious and gaining her financial aid. Occasionally, however, these attempted assassinations have seemed to have some foundation, and then the delighted victim is sent on to Scotland Yard to have her statement fully inquired into. This was the case with Emily Smith, whose story was most carefully sifted by two skilled detective inspectors. Three things incline the latter to place credence in the girl's story.
(1) She sticks firmly to main details, (2) the dress she wore corroborates in various small ways her statement, and (3) the description Smith gives of her assailant tallies accurately with the police portrait of the individual the authorities believe to be Jack the Ripper.


It was on Guy Fawkes' night that the outrage was attempted, according to the circumstantial statement made to the police by the young woman who was assailed, and which is reproduced in the "Morning." The girl's name is Emily Edith Smith, alias Norton, of 3, Bingfield-street, Caledonian road, but recently living at 30, Fitzroy street, and described as eighteen years of age, of good education, quietly dressed, and respectably connected. She was walking down Cheapside towards St. Paul's about 5 p.m. It was raining, and there was a slight fog. When opposite No. 41, which is Lockhart's coffee house, a tall man accosted her with the words "Good night, Nellie." She did not reply, but he followed her and asked her to have a cup of tea. After some hesitation she accepted the invitation, and he took her through Bucklersbury into Lombard-street and thence to Fenchurch-street, where he turned into a narrow passage to a low coffee-house. Here the man suggested that Smith should accompany him to his offices at Upton Park. They went out and entered an omnibus at Aldgate, alighting at the corner of Commercial Road. She was unacquainted with the locality, and asked, "Where they were now?" The man replied, "This is Whitechapel." The girl answered, "Oh! then, this is where the girls were murdered." "Pshaw, not girls!" said the man deprecatingly, "old women, you mean. They were better out of the way." This was said in so quiet a manner that but little attention was paid to it by the girl. At the corner of Commercial-road East, they entered a tram-car and drove to the George IV tavern, and alighting there turned down Sutton-street, E, and visited a beerhouse, which is but a few yards down the street on the left-hand side. In the beerhouse, where the man asked for a small soda for himself, because, as he stated, he never drank anything stronger, the girl, for the first time, closely observed her companion.
The girl here very minutely describes the individual and his dress and then refers to


After leaving the beerhouse, the man conducted his companion to a long, narrow passage known as Station-place, where a hoarding has been built round some railway works. The girl said she would not venture further, but the man urged that his offices were at the end of the passage. They were standing at an angle of the hoarding, and they could not be seen even in clear weather. A street lamp some few feet away, projecting from the opposite wall, shed but the faintest glimmer of light.
"Let us go on a bit further, said the man. "I will not," replied the girl. "Then I'll settle you now," answered the man quietly. He caught the girl by the back of the collar of her dress and dragged her into the dark angle of the hoarding. They were face to face. He made to twist her round so that her back might be to him, and at that moment the girl saw a knife in his hand. Where he got it she cannot say, nor can she explain how he opened it. But she has described, and drawn, as well as she can, the blade of the knife. It was, she said at Scotland Yard, about nine inches long, and curved to a point, but not a sharp point. The authorities have put it down as something like a gardener's pruning knife. She furnishes this description from the momentary glance she obtained of it as the man tried to swing her round. The girl gave "one big scream," and, raising her right knee with all the power she could demand, dealt the man a violent blow in the lower part of the abdomen. The man released his hold, and agonisingly exclaimed, "Oh, my God!" then made a dive at the girl with the knife, but, missing her, stumbled forward. The girl, screaming loudly, rushed into Sutton-street, where two women endeavoured to ascertain from her what had happened. The man was not seen again.


This eventful story was told to Inspector Frank Forest and Sergeant Freeman at Scotland-yard last Thursday evening, when they had the girl under examination three hours. The girl's statement, covering ten foolscap pages, was placed before Sir Edward Bradford on Saturday last; and yesterday the girl went over the ground again with Sergeant Bradshaw and pointed out all the places to which she had been conducted by her assailant.

Source: The Thames Advertiser, January 6, 1893

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Re: Emily Edith Smith

Post by Karen on Tue 22 Jan 2013 - 21:03

A London Girl Describes an Experience with a "Tall Man."

He Talked of the Murders and She Became Frightened.

LONDON, Nov. 21. - A girl named Emily Edith Smith, otherwise known as Morton, has made the following statement to the London police:

"On the 5th of November, in the evening, as I was walking down Cheapside, near St. Paul's Church, I was accosted by a tall man who greeted me with "Good evening, Nellie." I did not reply, but the man followed me, proffering, after we had walked together for two blocks, to buy me a cup of tea.
"I accepted his invitation, and together we walked up Cheapside to the Mansion House. When my escort turned into Lombard street I asked him where the tea shop was located to which he was taking me. He replied evasively, saying "little further ways down."
"After a while we entered a common and low looking place, where the man seemed to be well known, but which I have never before seen. On leaving, the man suggested that I should accompany him to his office in Upton Park.
"He took my arm and conducted me through several streets and byways, always seeking the most unfrequented courts until I found myself somewhere in the neighbourhood of Aldgate. I was thoroughly alarmed, and, taking hold of my escort's arm, I said "my God, where are we?"
"Whitechapel!" he said, with a low laugh, as if enjoying my apparent fear.
"Whitechapel!" I cried; "where so many girls of my class were cut to pieces?"
"Nonsense," he answered. "Jack never killed girls, only old women; and its best for them to be out of the way."
"I said: "I will never, never remain at this place," and, hearing the noise of a tram car in the direction of Commercial road, I ran over there, closely followed by the man. He kept at my side, and when we passed Leman street pointed with his finger toward a dark spot and said: "That is where 'Jack the Ripper' is best known." He seemed to be thoroughly at home in the neighbourhood.

Source: The New York Press, Tuesday Morning, November 22, 1892

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