Confessions of a Gentleman Killer

The papers call me the gentleman killer. I wrapped the throat of my first victim in the silk scarf with which I strangled her. That’s what passes as a gentleman these days.

I ask you: How do you reconcile a man who is capable of deep, tender love (because I’ve felt it), a man, who-by public standards-is a health reformer, assistant to the future British Prime Minister ,and the son-in-law of a wealthy industrialist, but who, when the moment overtakes him, kills women? I don’t know what to make of it myself, but that’s me. I’ve been told I have a philosopher’s mind, that I’m ambitious and can do anything I set my mind to-but sometimes my sadomasochistic tendencies get the better of me.

I don’t venture judgement-on myself or anyone else. I’ll leave that up to you.

My name is Kilcairn, and these are my confessions.