[ WP ] Jack the Ripper in custody speaking with a constable about the motivation for his crimes .

He stares at me, unblinking. I have sat across this table from dozens upon dozens of men and women and I've seen all of them react the same: nervously. But now, with the Ripper actually, finally in custody his calm was the first thing I noticed. And it left me unsettled. Still unsettled. After another moment, I decide that I should repeat my question... 
 
 But before I can, he finally speaks, cutting me off. `` Let me assure you, Constable, I have absolutely no regret over what has transpired over the course of my indulgence in sport.'' 
 
 `` Sport? You find taking innocent lives to be a game.'' 
 
 `` Oh, most certainly. Think of it. Tracking, stalking and finally striking at the right moment. Exhilarating!'' 
 
 His cavalier stance on murdering people and especially women aside, it's his demeanor I find most discomfiting. Meanwhile, I notice he's looking at me more intently, staring in search of a chink in my armor. `` But you got careless.'' 
 
 `` Did I? Is that how you really see this situation?'' 
 
 `` You're locked in this building and in this room with me.'' Finally, he blinks and stands. `` Sit back down, sir,'' I say, as sternly as I can muster. 
 
 `` No, Constable. YOU are locked in here. With me.'' 
 
 He moves closer, never taking his eyes off me. I feel a sharp pang of terror surge through my body. Dear God, how did we miss that knife?
