He shoved his personal problems aside with ruthless efficiency as he listened to the horror story of the new murder. “You’re absolutely right, Lance. The press should be given as much information as you can without jeopardizing the case.” “I shudder to remember the amount of criticism aimed at the press in the Jack the Ripper case. I feel much of it resulted from the decision to tell the newspapers nothing. I’m glad you agree, Sir.” The two men, one the head of all of the Metropolitan Police and the other the most revered inspector in the C.I.D., were in accord. The Commander, never energetic, had chosen not to attend the meeting, “This time we must be smarter.” Randall leaned back in his chair and contemplated what the next step should be. “I do agree.” Dellafield was now pacing around the room, thinking on his feet. “Hopefully panic won’t ensue when the people of London suspect another vicious serial murderer is loose. At least they’ll know their police were doing their best to protect them.”
