dear boss, i keep on hearing the police have caught me but they won't fix me just yet. i have laughed when they look so clever and talk about being on the right track. that joke about leather apron gave me real fits. i am down on who*es and i shant quit ripping them till i do get buckled. grand work the last job was. i gave the lady no time to squeal. how can they catch me now. i love my work and want to start again. you will soon hear of me with my funny little games. i saved some of the proper red stuff in a ginger beer bottle over the last job to write with but it went thick like glue and i cant use it. red ink is fit enough i hope ha. ha. the next job i do i shall clip the ladys ears off and send to the police officers just for jolly wouldn't you. keep this letter back till I do a bit more work, then give it out straight. my knife's so nice and sharp i want to get to work right away if i get a chance. good luck. how can they catch me now? how can they catch me now? how can they catch me now?