Peter Sutcliffe...the Yorkshire Ripper

[Hjdary]

Not the sweetest of topics I guess, but hopefully an interesting one!

I've just finished a book, lent to me by a friend called "Wicked Beyond Belief". The book gives a amazing view into the investigation to catch Sutcliffe i the 70's and early 80's.

The link to Sheffield is obviously, he was caught here, up Broomhill.

All I remember of the time (I was quite young and living in County Durham) was that all women were scared. My Gran took me to Leeds in '79, and when we returned I was surprised how many people mentioned this Ripper bloke to my Gran and said how brave she was for going to Yorkshire.

So, what was it like round here?

Was it the same, and what was it like when he was caught on your own door step??

Is the Light Trades House where he was nabbed, still there and does anyone know any thing of the other characters, involved such as PC Hydes and Sergeant Ring or the "luckyest Lady" alive that night..the one that got away(I think her name was Rievers)

Hj.

[RichardB]

I know they didn't have a clue, both my father and me were questioned. He was 60 at the time, and could prove his whereabouts at the time (he was at work, duh !). I wasn't there when the police called, I was 16, how do you know your son was at school at the time MrsB, "He was sitting his Maths O-level exam !"

[RichardB]

It was horrible at the time, no-one going out, people walking round in groups, streets at night empty. I don't recall the name of the pub in Havelock Square, probably been renamed now, but I did visit it a couple of years later. The place was run by two elderly ladies, which was a shock. We paid for our drinks, and they gave us our change from an open cash-tray on an upside-down bucket in the middle of the bar area, quite a large, black-floored bar area. We played darts, pool, chatted, had a couple more drinks and noticed again the open-cash tray on the bucket on the black floor.

How could two elderly ladies run a pub, in this district (with its recent local history) ? We did notice the black floor again. Going back for crisps or nuts, we now noticed the black floor moving.

So what was the black floor made up of ? The ladies walked around there quite happily, the open cash draw was "as safe as houses"; you could have offered me any amount of money, I wasn't going anywhere near THAT side of the bar; presumably, this also applied to thieves, or other threats.

Answers on a postcard please :rolleyes:

[Hjdary]

I know they didn't have a clue,

Thats what comes out in the book.

At that time there was no set way on investigating a murder, so the Huddersfield plod and the Wakefield lot both had clashes.... and they all seemed to clash woth Leeds.

They seem to have made great big leaps without looking at the small details....even I spotted things as I was reading the book which should have lead the police to him much earlier.

His name had came up many times with regards to sightings of his car and the investigation into the five pound note found on one of his victims, but it seems that a seperate file for each of these sightings was created and they never came together.

If one officer had seen them all in one place they would have had him years before they did.

The other big thing was the photofits.

According to this book no one took to much notice of the photofit descriptions giveb by those who survied his evil. The police had this patronizing attitude towards the ladies and inffered that thier info was suspect.

When it was all put together though, they all described thie attacker as having a "Jason King "style mustache and dark curly hair....oh and a Bradford accent...such much for Wearside Jack!!

In the book there is a page of photfit images, and almost all of them look like him!!....how could they miss it!!!!!

[Guest echo]

Not the sweetest of topics I guess, but hopefully an interesting one!

I've just finished a book, lent to me by a friend called "Wicked Beyond Belief". The book gives a amazing view into the investigation to catch Sutcliffe i the 70's and early 80's.

The link to Sheffield is obviously, he was caught here, up Broomhill.

All I remember of the time (I was quite young and living in County Durham) was that all women were scared. My Gran took me to Leeds in '79, and when we returned I was surprised how many people mentioned this Ripper bloke to my Gran and said how brave she was for going to Yorkshire.

So, what was it like round here?

Was it the same, and what was it like when he was caught on your own door step??

Is the Light Trades House where he was nabbed, still there and does anyone know any thing of the other characters, involved such as PC Hydes and Sergeant Ring or the "luckyest Lady" alive that night..the one that got away(I think her name was Rievers)

Hj.

Her name was Olivia Rievers and for a few days she became a personality.

[Guest codeyes]

I worked with Bob Ring for a while after he left the force.....Fraid he's dead now though.

[RichardB]

So what was the black floor made up of ? The ladies walked around there quite happily, the open cash draw was "as safe as houses"; you could have offered me any amount of money, I wasn't going anywhere near THAT side of the bar; presumably, this also applied to thieves, or other threats.

Answer : Rottweiller, what appeared to be about 15-20 of 'em, all sleeping peacefully ...

[asteener1867]

It was horrible at the time, no-one going out, people walking round in groups, streets at night empty. I don't recall the name of the pub in Havelock Square, probably been renamed now, but I did visit it a couple of years later. The place was run by two elderly ladies, which was a shock. We paid for our drinks, and they gave us our change from an open cash-tray on an upside-down bucket in the middle of the bar area, quite a large, black-floored bar area. We played darts, pool, chatted, had a couple more drinks and noticed again the open-cash tray on the bucket on the black floor.

How could two elderly ladies run a pub, in this district (with its recent local history) ? We did notice the black floor again. Going back for crisps or nuts, we now noticed the black floor moving.

So what was the black floor made up of ? The ladies walked around there quite happily, the open cash draw was "as safe as houses"; you could have offered me any amount of money, I wasn't going anywhere near THAT side of the bar; presumably, this also applied to thieves, or other threats.

Answers on a postcard please

Think the pub might have been called "the Hanover" mate...used to go in there...had a mate that lived just off Havelock Square during the time of The Yorkshire Ripper..not a very nice area then, but fair to say I never had any trouble, funnily enough the hanover was quite popular with students...but everyone at the time used to go home in groups

[RichardB]

Think the pub might have been called "the Hanover" mate...used to go in there...had a mate that lived just off Havelock Square during the time of The Yorkshire Ripper..not a very nice area then, but fair to say I never had any trouble, funnily enough the hanover was quite popular with students...but everyone at the time used to go home in groups

Asteener1867, The Hanover, or The Havelock sounds about right ....

[Sheffield History]

CONFESSION STATEMENT

STATEMENT OF PETER WILLIAM SUTCLIFFE

Note: The following has not been edited for any spelling, grammar,

or punctuation errors or omissions.

(sheet 1)

I, PETER WILLIAM SUTCLIFFE, wish to make a statement and I want

someone to write down what I say I have been told that I need not

say anything unless I wish to do so and that whatever I say may

be given in evidence. SGD: P W Sutcliffe

WTD: P Smith DS 268 J Boyle DI

(DATE TAKEN: 4.1.81 Time: From 2.50pm to 1.12am)

That was the incident that started it all off, I was driving

through Leeds late at night I'd been to somewhere having a couple

of pints, you'll know the date better than me. It was WILMA

McCANN. I was in a Ford Capri K registered a lime Green one

with a black roof with a sun grill in the back window. I saw

this woman thumbing a lift where the Wetherby Road branches to

the right but you can carry straight on. She was wearing some

white trousers and a jacket. I stopped and asked her how far

she was going. She said "NOT FAR THANKS FOR STOPPING" and she

jumped in. I was in quite a good mood and we were talking on the

way. She said something about just before we stopped about did

I want business. To me I didn't know what she meant by this.

I asked her to explain and straight away a scornfull tone came

into her voice which took my by surprise because she had been

so pleasant.

She said, "BLOODY HELL DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT" she said it as

though it was a challenge.

My reaction was to aggree to go with her.

She told me where to park the car. It was just off this road

we turned left we came to this field which sloped up I parked

near the field.

(sheet 2)

We sat there for a minute talking then all of a sudden her tone

changed and she said "WELL WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR LETS GET ON

WITH IT."

Before we stopped she had said that it would cost a fiver.

I was a bit surprised I was expecting it to be a bit romantic.

I think she had been drinking because she was being irrational.

I couldn't have intercourse in a split second I had to be arroused.

At this point she opened the car door and got out. She slammed

the door and shouted "I'M GOING, ITS GOING TO TAKE YOU ALL flipping

DAY." She shouted something like "YOU'RE flipping USELESS."

I suddenly felt myself seething with rage. I got out of the car

wanting to hit her to pay her back for the insult.

I went to her and said "HANG ON A MINUTE DON'T GO OFF LIKE THAT."

She was only 3 or 4 strides away she turned and came back to me.

She said something like "OH YOU CAN flipping MANAGE IT NOW CAN YOU."

She sounded as though she was taunting me.

I said "THERE'S NOT MUCH ROOM IN THE CAR CAN WE DO IT ON THE GRASS?"

This was with my idea of hitting her.

She said, "I'M NOT GOING TO DO IT HERE BLOODY WELL NEXT TO

THE CAR." With that she stormed up the hill into the field.

I had a tool box on the back seat of the car and I took a hammer

out of the tool box I followed her into the field. I took my car

coat off and carried it over my arm I had the hammer in my right

hand. I put my coat on the grass. She sat down on the coat.

She unfastened her trousers. She said "COME ON THEN GET IT OVER

WITH." I said "DON'T WORRY I WILL."

I then hit her with the hammer on her head. I was stood up at

that time behind her. I think I hit her on the top of the head

(sheet 3)

I hit her once or twice on the head. She fell down flat on her

back and started making a horrible noise like a moaning gurgling

noise.

I thought "God what have I done" I knew I had gone too far. I

ran to the car intending to drive off. I sat in the car for a

while I could see her arm moving. I was in a numb panic I still

had the hammer in my hand. I put it back in my tool box. I

half expected her to get up and realised I would be in serious

trouble. I thought the best way out of the mess was to make sure

she couldn't tell anybody. I took a knife out of the tool box

it had a wood handle with one sharp side the blade was about

7" long about 1/2 - 3/4" wide.

I went to her. She was still lying on her back. I thought that

to make certain she was dead I would stab her in places like the

lungs and the throat. I stabbed her at least four times once in

the throat. Before I stabbed her in the body I pulled her blouse

or whatever it was and her bra so I could see where I was stabbing

her. I was in a blind panic when I was stabbing her just to make

sure she wouldnt tell anyone.

What a damn stupid thing to do just to keep somebody quiet.

If I was thinking logical at the time I would have stopped and

told someone I'd hit her with the hammer. That was the turning

point. I realise I over reacted at the time, nothing I have

done since then affected me like this.

After I'd stabbed her I went back to the car, I remember that

I'd taken my coat off the ground after I'd hit her with the hammer

and I'd taken my coat back to the car. I started the car and shot

(sheet 4)

off backwards along the narrow road leading to the road swung

the car round and drove away towards Leeds. I drove home as

soon as possible. I was then living at my Mother-in-Laws house

at 44 Tanton Crescent, Clayton, Bradford. I was very frightened

and don't even remember driving there. I thought I was bound to

get caught. I parked my car outside the house. I'm trying to

remember if it was my Mother-in-Law's house I was living at then

I've thought it out now it must have been her house. I looked

over my clothing before I went in the house. I went straight to

the bathroom and washed my hands and went to bed. I don't have

any of the cloths I was wearing that night they are worn out.

I cannot honestly remember what I did with the hammer and the

knife I don't remember chucking them away that night. I haven't

got the knife now I may have kept the hammer in the tool box but

I'm not sure of that even. The next day I saw it on the TV news

about the murder and I felt sick and I still half expected a knock

on the door by the Police.

I carried on trying to act as normal living with my wife and

in-laws. At that time I worked at Common Road Tyre Services at

Okenshaw.

After that first time I developed and built up a hatred for

prostitutes in order to justify within myself the reason why

I had attacked and killed WILMA McCANN.

The next one I did was in Leeds not long after McCANN. This time

I drove to Leeds looking for a prostitute because I felt I could

not justify what I had done previously and I felt an inner

compulsion to kill a prostitute. This was about a month

(sheet 5)

after Christmas. I drove to Leeds in my Capri about 8.0pm - 9.0pm

I saw a woman dressed in an overcoat trying to stop drivers from

the pavement on the road that leads to Wetherby Road it was near

some phone boxes. I stopped and wound the window down. I said

"HOW MUCH?" She said "FIVE POUNDS." She got in the car I remember

when she got in there was an overpowering smell of cheap perfume

and sweat this served all the more for me to hate this woman even

though I didnt even know her, looking back I can see how the

first murder had unhinged me completely. She had an overcoat on

and she was heavily built and had brown hair. She said she knew

where we could go. I knew from the outset I didn't want intercourse

with her. I just wanted to get rid of her. At that time I think

I was dressed in my working cloths at that time I used to wear

wellington boots at work. At her direction I turned the car

round and drove back the way I'd come, we had just gone

about 400 yards and she told me to turn left. I turned in and

then turned left again and drove behind some old buildings it

was a cul-de-sac I couldn't bear even to go through the motions

of having sex with this woman. On the journey she told me that

she could drive.

I wanted to do what I'd got in mind as soon as possible. I

remember turning on the ignition again so that the red warning

light came on and pretended that the car would not start I said

I would have to lift up the bonnet to sort it out. I asked her

if she would give me a hand. We both got out of the car I lifted

up the bonnet of the car. I had picked up a hammer which I had

put near my seat for that purpose. I told her I could not see

(sheet 6)

properly without a torch. She offered to use her cigarette

lighter to shine under the bonnet.

She was holding her lighter like this I took a couple of steps

back and I hit her over the head with the hammer I think I hit

her twice she fell down onto the road.

I took hold of her hands or wrists and pulled her into a yard

which had rubbish in I then made sure she was dead by taking

a screwdriver and stabbing her repeatedly. I pulled her dress

up and her bra before I stabbed her to make it easier. To

be truthfull I pulled her cloths up in order to satisfy some

sort of sexual revenge on her as on reflection I had done on

McCANN.

I stabbed her frenziedly without thought with a Phillips

screwdriver all over her body. I had taken the screwdriver with

the hammer in the well of the driving seat. I was seething with

hate for her. I remember picking up a piece of wood from the

yard about 2-3ft long and 3" x 1" and pushing up against her

****** with it as she lay on her back. I cannot recall taking

her knickers down. I through the wood away in the yard.

I left her lying on her back I never took anything from her.

Just as I was about to get into my car a car came round with its

lights on and stopped a few yards from where my car was. I don't

know what make of car it was but it scared me. I put the hammer

and screwdriver on the car floor and drove away. I went straight

home to my Mother-in-Laws house. At that time I had a feeling

of satisfaction and justification for what I'd done. I found

that I didn't have any blood on my cloths which I could see so

(sheet 7)

I had no need to dispose of them. I am still unable to recall

if it was the same hammer I used on JACKSON as I did on McCANN,

but I do recall buying a new hammer from a hardware shop near the

roundabout in Clayton, it had a flat head on one side and a

nail extracter on the other which I later used on women. The

hammer I used on the first two had a flat head on one end and a

ball on the other. The next one I did was IRENE RICHARDSON.

I then owned a Red Corsair and also a White Corsair KWT 721D

the reg No of the Red one was PHE 355G. I had both of these

at the same time and I honestly cannot remember which one I was

using that night.

I drove to Leeds after the pubs shut. It was my intention to

find a prostitute to make it one more less.

I saw this girl walking in some cross streets in the middle

of the vice estate near a big club. I stopped my car and she

got in without me saying a word. I told her I might not have

wanted her, she said "I'LL SHOW YOU A GOOD TIME. YOU ARE NOT

GOING TO SEND ME AWAY ARE YOU." She told me to drive to the

park. At this time you knew where I was picking them up. She

told me where to drive and we came to this big field which was on

my left. I drove off the road onto the field and stopped near

some toilets. She wanted to use the toilets so she got out and

went over to them. She came back and said they were locked.

Before she went to the toilet she took of her coat and placed

it on the ground. When she came back she said she would have

a wee on the ground. She took her boots off and placed them on

the ground then she crouched down to have a pee. By this time

(sheet 8)

I was out of the car and I had my hammer in my hand. As she

was crouching down I hit her on the head from behind at least

twice maybe three times she fell down. I then lifted up her

cloths and slashed her in the lower abdomen and also slashed

her throat. I left her lying face down and I covered her up

with her coat I put her knee boots on top of her before I

covered her up. I then got into my car and drove off the

field. I cannot remember whether I drove off or backed off.

When I got to the road I saw a couple sitting on a bench

near the toilets. I did not see a car.

I was living with my wife at 6 Garden Lane, Heaton I drove

straight home. I looked at my cloths before I went in I did not

see any blood stains I was wearing jeans and I believe I had

some boots on. I don't remember throwing any of my cloths away.

I kept the Stanley knife but I haven't seen it for a long time

I think I may have lent it to someone. I'm still not sure

which car I was in the Red or White Corsair. I sold the white

Corsair first to a lad called RONALD BARKER who lives at 46

Tanton Crescent, Clayton. He only had it about a week

and he seized it up. I kept the Red one for several months.

I bought the White Corsair back off RONALD after about two weeks

and sold it at Canal Road Scrap Yard at Bradford. By this time

after RICHARDSON killing prostitutes became an obsession with me

and I couldn't stop myself, it was like some sort of a drug.

The next one was a couple of months later in Bradford, this was

PATRICIA ATKINSON. It was a Saturday night late on. I drove

off Lumb Lane into Church Street I knew this was a prostitute

(sheet 9)

area. I was in my Corsair (either the White one or the Red one).

I saw this woman in St Pauls Road at a junction with another road

she appeared drunk and was banging on the roof of a White mini and

was shouting and bawling "roger OFF" and such things to the

driver who then drove off at speed. I pulled up to her and

stopped and without me asking she jumped in the car. She said

"I flipping TOLD HIM WHERE TO GET OFF." She said, "I'VE GOT A

FLAT WE CAN GO THERE." She told me where to go. We turned

right at the junction with Manningham Lane, Turned left down

Queens Road. Left into Oak Avenue and turned 2nd left and

stopped at her flat.

She told me she lived alone. I parked up outside her flat and she

got out and went in. I picked up a hammer as I got out of the

car. I remember this was a claw hammer that I had bought at

the Clayton hardware shop.

I followed her into the flat, she closed the curtains and I

hung my coat on the hook on the back of the door.

She took her coat off and sat on the bed her back was slightly

towards me I went up to her and hit her on the back of the head

with the hammer she fell off the bed onto the floor. I picked

her up and put her back on the bed. That was the first time

I had noticed the red blood, before it had always been dark

but this time in the light I saw lots of blood on the bed and

on the floor. When she was on the floor I hit her another

twice or three times before I put her on the bed I pulled the

bedcloths back before I put her on the bed.

She had already pulled her jeans down before I hit her. I pulled

(sheet 10)

her cloths up and I hit her severall times on her stomach and

back with the claw part of the hammer and I saw that I was making

marks on her body doing this. I then covered her up the

bedcloths. I think she was lying face down or on her side when

I left her.

When I first hit her she was making a horrible gurgling sound

and she carried on making this noise even though I'd hit her

a few times. She was still making a gurgling noise when I left,

but I knew she would not be in a state to tell anybody. I drove

home and put my car in the garage. I looked at my cloths in the

garage I saw that I had some blood on the bottom of my jeans I

went in the house my wife was in bed. I took my jeans off and

rinsed them under the Cold tap and hung them up. I also saw some

blood on one of my shoes or they may have been boots I rinsed this

under the tap and wiped it with a sponge. I believe I

was wearing a pair of brown Doc Martins boots at that time. I'm

trying to think what I did with the claw hammer I think I used

it again on a woman. I have thrown it away over a wall near

Sharps Printers at Cottingley I can't remember when it was

exactly. At that time I carried on as though nothing had

happened. I was then working at Clarks in Bradford.

The next one I did I still feel terrible about, it was the young

girl JAYNE McDONALD. I read recently about her father dying

of a broken heart and it brought it all back to me. I realised

what sort of a monster I had become.

I believed at the time I did it that she was a prostitute. This

was on a Saturday night. I drove to Leeds in my Corsair I think

(sheet 11)

it was the red one but I'm not 100% sure. At this time the

urge to kill prostitutes was very strong and I had gone out of

my mind.

I saw this lass walking along quite slowly towards the crossing

near the Hayfield pub in Chapeltown Road. She stopped on the

corner before crossing over Chapeltown Road. I anticipated

that she was going to walk up one of the streets up past the

Hayfield. I drove my car into the Hayfield pub car park and

got out.

I took my hammer out of the car. I think it was the claw hammer

I also had a knife with me that time it was a kitchen type

knife with a black ebonite handle and a thin blade. I

walked towards the narrow street behind the Hayfield to see

where she was and just as I got there she was walking up.

I walked behind her I was very near to her, I followed her for

short distance she never looked round. I took the hammer and

I hit her on the back of the head and she fell down. I then

pulled her by the arms face down into a yard behind a fence I

recall that her shoes were making a horrible scraping sound on

the ground. I pulled her into the corner of this yard I hit

her another once at least maybe twice on the head. I pulled

her cloths up exposing her breasts and I stabbed

her several times with the knife in the chest before this I

stabbed her in the back.

I left her lying in the corner. I cannot remember whether she

was lying face up or face down she was wearing a jacket and a

skirt. I walked back down the same street to where I had parked

my car. As I got to the car park I saw a group of people walking

(sheet 12)

up the Narrow street (Reginald Street), from Chapeltown Road.

I got into my car and drove away into Reginald Terrace into

Chapeltown Road and drove straight home. I think my wife may

have been working that night. I have remembered that my wife

started working some Friday and Saturday nights at Sherrington

Private Nursing home in Bradford. That is why I have done a lot

of my attacks on a Saturday night.

I don't think I had any blood on me following this one. I

cannot recall what I was wearing then I cannot remember what I

did with the knife I must have taken it home with me and washed

it I feel I may have left it in the Corsair when I scrapped it.

The hammer may have been the one I threw over the wall at Sharps

Printers. When I saw in the papers that McDONALD was so young

and not a prostitute I felt like someone inhuman and I realised

that it was a devil driving me against my will and that I was

a beast. When the Ripper came up in conversation at work or

in a pub I was able to detach my mind from the fact that it was

me they were talking about and I was able to discuss it normally.

This amazed me at times that I was able to do this.

The next one was MAUREEN LONG. I saw MAUREEN just a couple of

weeks ago I was in the Arndale Shopping Centre with my wife when

I came face to face with her. I recognised her immediately she

seemed to look at me but she obviously didn't recognise me.

I was driving along Manningham Lane towards the City Centre one

Saturday night in July 1977. It was late at night I saw her

walking on the same side as the Mecca towards Bradford Centre.

She was wearing a maxi length dress and a jacket sort of coat.

(sheet 13)

She was just past the hamburger stand when I saw her.

I stopped my car and said, "ARE YOU GOING FAR?" She said, "ARE

YOU GIVING ME A LIFT." I said, if you want one. She got in

she told me she had been to the Mecca. She told me where she

lived and that she lived with a man who was an ex-boxer and that

he was a spoil sport and would not take her to the Mecca. She

directed me where to drive to her house which was somewhere off

Leeds Road to the left. She pointed out a house in a row of

terraced houses where she said she was going. She told me not

to stop outside but to drive past. I drove about 20 yards

past and stopped. She got out of the car. She had told me that

if there was no one in the house we could go in. She had asked

me if I fancied her and I told her that I did just to please her.

She went and knocked at the door of the house and she was banging

away for a minute or two. Then she came back and got into the

car and told me she knew a place where we could go. She told me

where to drive and I drove eventually into Bowling Back Lane and

turned right down a cobbled street. I stopped the car some way

down the street. There was some spare unlevelled land on the

left and a big high wall on the right. She got out of the car

and said she was going for a wee wee first and she went to the spare

land and crouched down and had a wee wee. I had my hammer ready

as she got out of the car and I also had a knife I think it

was the same knife I had at McDONALD.

I got out of the car whilst she was having a wee wee and as she

was crouching down I hit her on the head with the hammer. She

slumped down I pulled her by the hands further onto the spare

(sheet 14)

ground. She was not making any sound. I pulled up her cloths

and I stabbed her three or four times with the knife in her chest

and back. I did see a caravan with a light on over the spare land

but it didn't put me off what I was doing I thought that I had

stabbed her enough when I left her. I went back to the car got in

and drove off. I was under the impression that the street I was in

may be a cul-de-sac so I reversed my car by turning it round in

the street I was in, no I didn't, I remember that I backed out

of the street into Bowling Back Lane facing towards the

City. I drove along Bowling Back Lane towards the general

direction of the City centre and drove home to Garden Lane.

I believe my wife may have been working that night or else she

was in bed. I don't think I found any blood on myself on that

occasion.

The next day or the day after I heard in the news or read in the

paper that the woman was still alive. I got a nasty shock and

thought it was the end of the line there and then. I thought she

would be able to identify me I think it was about that time that

I threw the hammer over Sharps wall.

A few days after I read that LONG was suffering from loss of

memory and this made me less worried about being caught.

My desire to kill prostitutes was getting stronger than ever and

it took me over completely. I was in a dilema I wanted to tell

someone what I was doing but I thought about how it would affect

my wife and family. I wasn't too much bothered for myself.

I realised things were hotting up a bit in Leeds and Bradford.

People had dubbed me the Ripper. I decided to go to Manchester

(sheet 15)

to kill a prostitute. I had read in a paper somewhere or a

magazine of a priest chastising what went on in his parish at

Manchester where there obviously was prostitutes.

One Saturday night in October 1977 I drove over to Manchester

I believe it was in my Red Corsair. I had a look at my map in

Road Atlas to see where Moss Side was and I drove there.

I went through Manchester town centre Princess Street I think

it was, followed it all the way down past the University which

eventually came out near the Moss Side area. It was a run down

area and almost immediately on arriving there I saw several girls

plying for trade. I pulled up at the kerbside and asked a girl

if she wanted business. She was very slim with light coloured

hair not bad looking. She told me if I waited further along

the road she would meet me there. I drove on two hundred

yards and made a right turn then a 3 point turn to face the main

road once again.

After a couple of minutes the girl drew level she saw my car just

as she was going to get into another car which had stopped for

her. I think this was an 1100 a light coloured one either

grey or fawn. She didn't get in but came over to me, which I

suppose was the biggest mistake she ever made. She came up

and got into my car. She told me she was going to go with the

man in the other car until she saw me. She told me she wanted

a fiver for business and she told me she knew a place. I drove

at her direction untill we came to an allotment. She told me

to drive in the entrance to the allotment which I did. I said

to her "FANCY COMING HERE, YOU SEE THAT GREENHOUSE" I pointed to

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a greenhouse that was about 30 yards away "THAT BELONGS TO MY

UNCLE." I said this to her thinking she would get out the car

to use the greenhouse for business. I told her there was plenty

of room and some heating in there.

I was wanting to see her off. She then asked for the money

she said "YOU'RE NOT FORGETTING ABOUT THE MONEY ARE YOU." I said

OF COURSE NOT." and I promptly gave her a five pound note. She

got out of the car and headed for the greenhouse I followed her

and seeing there was no entrance into the greenhouse from where

we were I told her we would have to climb over a low fence.

While she was starting to climb over the fence I hit her over the

head with the hammer. She fell down and was moaning quite

loudly. I hit her again and again on the head until the moaning

stopped. At this time I saw some car headlights suddenly come

on. These were from a car parked further into the allotments

than I was. I had turned sharp right when I drove in and I was

parked up close to the Hedge. This car was parked about 60 yards

further into the allotment. The car started up and I knew it

would be moving within seconds so I pulled the girl under the

bushes, the perimeter bushes and threw her belongings handbag

etc out of the way. On reflection I think there was just her

handbag I stood with my back to the hedge and threw the bag

diagonally to my right. I stayed where I was, I saw the car

out into the road. No sooner had the car gone when another car

driving along the road which was a dual carriageway slowed right

down I saw threw the bushes it was indicating left to come into

the allotments. Thinking this was a very dangerous position to

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be in I hid behind my car. I saw this car drive into the

allotments, the car drove up the road turned round and stopped

in the same place the other car had just left from.

I didn't wait around any longer I jumped into my car and drove

off towards the centre of Manchester and drove home.

The hammer I used that night was the one I had found lying in

my garage after I had taken over my house. I took the hammer

back with me. Having driven half way back I realised suddenly

that this didn't put me in the clear because I had given her

from my wage packet a brand new five pound note. I was working

at Clarks then. I was in a dilema once again. I kept on

driving towards home I didn't realise wether she would

be found or not. I decided I could not risk going back to

retrieve my £5 note and I carried on home. My wife was either

working or in bed when I got home.

I was puzzled when no mention of this was made in the Newspapers

or TV over the next few days. I decided before a week was out

that she was lying there undiscovered and that I would go back

to retrieve the £5 note.

One night about a week later the opportunity arose for me to go

back as we were having a house warming party with family and

gathering the coming weekend. My mother and father brothers and

sisters came from Bingley to my house and at the end of

the party I ran them home then I made my return trip to Manchester

This was about 11pm on either the Saturday or Sunday. I drove

to the allotments in my red Corsair and arrived there within 45

minutes. I turned left off the dual carriageway into the allotments.

To get to there I had to drive to a roundabout and double back to that

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side.

I turned right when I got into the allotments as I had done before

and parked up about the same place. I found the body still hidden

in the place I left it. I pulled it out from the bushes and pulled

off her clothes and boots. I went through them desperately

trying to find the £5 note. I just threw the cloths about as

I took them off. I realised that she hadn't got the £5 note in

her cloths, and that it must have been in her handbag. I roamed

about all over the allotments frantically searching for the bag,

but I couldn't find it I was cursing the girl and my luck all the

time. Having not found the £5 note I gave vent to my frustrations

by picking up a piece of broken pane of glass and slashing it

across her stomach, when I did this there was a nausiating smell

which made me reel back and immediately vomit, it was horrendous.

I forgot to say that before I did this it was my intention to

me anyway. I had taken a hacksaw out of my car intending to

remove her head. I started sawing through her neck the blade

might have been blunt because I was getting nowhere at all so

I gave it up. If I had cut the head off I was going to leave it

somewhere else to make a big mystery out of it. The glass I used

was about 3/4 of a pane with the corner missing. I was very

frustrated not having found the £5 note and thinking that my time

was up. I remember I kicked her a few times and I rolled her over

before I left her. I then drove away realizing I should stay

looking for the fiver but I thought I had been there long enough.

I got home and went to bed when I got home I was very surprised to

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see I had not got much blood on me just a bit on my shoe and at

the bottom of my trousers on one leg and some on the back of my

hand. I washed my hands. I was wearing a pair of casual grey

trousers one of my old pair the blood wouldnt come off these

I put them in the garage in a cupboard to dispose of later. I

was wearing my soft slip on shoes dark brown. I wiped these

clean. I dont think I have got them now. I later burned my

trousers with some garden rubbish at the other side of our garden

wall on the field.

I read about the body of JEAN ROYLE being found and sat back

waiting for the inevitable as I had assumed that the line of

enquiry about the £5 note would follow. I read about the note

being traced to a Shipley bank I knew Clarks got the wage money

from a Shipley bank and that a local enquiry would be made and

by some miracle I escaped the dragnet. I've had at least 3

hacksaws I dont know which one it was I took to Manchester. I

threw the blade away in the dustbin. One of my hacksaws broke

after this and I threw it in the bin.

I had been taken over completely by this urge to kill and I couldn't

fight it. I went to Leeds one evening in December 1977 to try

again. I was in my Red Corsair PHE 355G. This is where I found

MARILYN MOORE.

I drove into the Red light district at Chapeltown. I was driving

along a street I now know a Leopold Street where I saw her

walking along along Spencer Place, from the phone boxes at the

end. I saw her reject a man in a car who had stopped and she

carried on. I turned left into Spencer Place turned 1st left

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and left again into a narrow street and stopped near the corner

of the road I had just been on.

It was my intention to get her into my car with the minimum of

fuss. I knew she had refused to get in one car so I got out of

my car and walked to the corner. She was only a few yards away

walking towards where I was stood. I walked back to my car and

as she came into view I shouted "BYE NOW SEE YOU LATER" and "TAKE

CARE" and I waived towards the houses on my left. I did this to

give her reassurance that I was alright. I got in and started

the engine and opened the passenger window. I asked her if she was

doing business. She glanced at the house said "YES" and got in.

She told me where to drive. She asked my name I told her it was

DAVE. We had some conversation in the car but I cannot remember

what I might have said. She directed me to this place which

was up a narrow lane and I can only describe it as an oasis of

mud it was an open area with a building to one side. I parked up.

I suggested she got into the back of the car. She aggreed and she

got out and she went to the rear passenger door nearside. When she

got out I got out with my hammer which I had on the floor at my

side. I went round the front of my car and up behind her. I took

a swing at her with the hammer but I slipped on the mud and lost my

balance. I only caught her a glancing blow on the head.

She cried out and I hit her again on the head. She was still scream-

ing. After the second blow she fell down. I saw some people walking

along about 40 yards away on the narrow Road at the top.

I jumped in my car and started it up. I put my foot down but the

back wheels started spinning and I couldn't drive off at first.

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When the car got a grip I slewed round to the right and I drove

away with a lot of wheel spin. I drove straight home.

That night I was wearing the old brown car coat which you've

got and a pair of blue jeans and a pair of brown Doc Martins

Boots.

I have read the above statement and I have been told that I can

correct alter or add anything I wish. This statement is true,

I have made it of my own free will.

SGD: P W Sutcliffe WTD: J Boyle DI P Smith DS 368

D A F O'Boyle DS 4169

I, PETER WILLIAM SUTCLIFFE wish to make a statement and I want

someone to write down what I say, I have been told that I need

not say anything unless I wish to do so and that whatever I say

may be given in Evidence.

SGD: P W Sutcliffe WTD: J Boyle DI P Smith DS 368

D A P O'Boyle DS 4169

(DATE TAKEN: 5.1.81 Time: From 9.50am to 3:15pm)

The one I did after MOORE was YVONNE PEARSON at Bradford. I was

driving along Lumb Lane in my Red Corsair from the City Centre.

A light grey or fawn Mark II Cortina started backing out of

Southfield Square on my left as I approached so I slowed down to

let it out. That's when I saw YVONNE PEARSON she was blond and

was wearing dark trousers. On reflection it was a very fatefull

moment for her me just slowing down as she came along.

She stepped straight up to the car as I stopped and tapped on the

window. She asked me if I wanted business. This was one time when

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I was genuinely going home as it happened but I still had a hammer in

the car on the floor, under my seat. I told her to get in. She

suggested that I turn the car round and she told me where to drive.

I drove back along Lumb Lane past Drummond Mill turned right

down a road onto White Abbey Road and I was directed to turn by

YVONNE left into a street behind Silvios Bakery. I drove to

the very end of this street where there was a large open space

like a parking space and parked the car. I asked her how much

she wanted. She said "IT DEPENDS HOW MUCH YOU CAN AFFORD." "A

GOOD TIME £5, MORE THAN A GOOD TIME £10." She had very few

words to say after that, the last words she said was "SHALL WE GET

INTO THE BACK." We both got out and she went round to the back

door of the car on the nearside she tried to open it but it was

locked. I opened the front passenger door reached in and opened

the rear door catch. As she opened the door I hit her from behind

twice on the head with the hammer. She fell down and started to

moan loudly. I dragged her by the feet on her back about 20 yards

or so to where there was an old settee lying on its back on some

spare land. When I got her to the settee she was still moaning

loudly. At that moment a car drove up and parked next to my car.

I saw there was blond woman in the car and a man driving. To

stop her moaning I took some filling from the settee. I held her

nose and shoved the straw into her mouth then I shoved it down her

throat. I was kneeling behind the settee hiding from the motor

car keeping hold of her nose.

I let go after a while to see if she was still making a nose through

her nose but when I did she started again so I took hold of her

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nose again. The car seemed to be there for ages before it drove

away. I stayed still petrified with fear while the car was there.

When the car had gone I was seething with rage. Her jeans were

nearly off because she had undone them at the car and when I was

pulling her by the feet I nearly pulled them off. I pulled her

jeans right off. I think I kicked her hard to the head and body

I was senceless with rage and I was kicking away furiously at her.

After this I remember acting very strangely, I talked to her and

apologised for what I had done but she was dead. I put the settee

on top of her. I was very distraught and I was in tears when I

left her. This was the first time I had apologised to someone

I had killed. I drove home I cannott recall the time but it was

after 9.0pm. I cant remember if Sonja was in the house or not.

I remember stopping on the way home and I just sat in the car

trying to work out why I had done this killing my mind was in a

turmoil. Oh I've just remembered it might have been a walling

hammer that I used on YVONNE, there was two walling hammers in the

garage of the house when I moved in I remember I put one in the

car when I threw the other one away at Sharps. It might still

be in the garage somewhere.

I kept reading the papers and I found it incredible to believe

that she hadn't been found. I read a story that she had gone to

Wolverhampton. I didnt dare go back to where she lay there was no

reason to go back. Before YVONNE was found I had committed

another murder in Huddersfield HELEN RYTKA. I did not know the

Huddersfield Red light area but one day I had to make a delivery

in Huddersfield in the afternoon, I noticed a few girls plying

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for trade near the Market Area. Two or three nights later I

decided to pay them a visit. The urge inside me to kill girls

was now practicly uncontrollable I drove to Huddersfield in my

Red Corsair one Evening. When I got to the Red light area I came

accross one or two girls walking round the street. I stopped and

asked one girl if she was doing business. She said Yes but I'd

have to wait as her regular client was picking her up at any minute.

She was a half cast girl. I drove off and after going about

50 yards round the corner I saw another half cast girl. I stopped

and asked her and she got in.

She told me she shared a flat with her sister but she was quite

willing to have sex in the car. She said it would cost £5. She

told me where to drive which was only about 80 - 90 yards away

in a timber yard. I drove straight into this yard and parked in

an area at the end of the lane that ran between the stack of wood.

On the way to the Yard we passed the half cast girl I had tried to

pick up. She told me that it was her sister. Afterwards when I

had read about it in the papers I realised that I had seen these

two RYTKA sisters in Clayton where they used to live. I must have

given her some money but I cant recall handing it over to her,

because she started to undo her jeans and started to pull them down.

Then she hesitated and she said it would be better in the back of

the car. I aggreed thinking that it was what I wanted her to do

anyway.

We both got out she went to the rear nearside door. I picked up

a hammer from under my seat and walked round the front. By the

time I got to her she had opened the rear door and was getting in.

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I hit her on the head with the hammer as she was practically into

the car. The hammer struck the edge of the top door sill and

diminished the impact with her skull to a mere tap. She jumped

back in alarm out of the car at the same time letting go of her

jeans which fell down around her knees and she exclaimed "WHAT

WAS THAT." To which I replied, "JUST A SMALL SAMPLE OF ONE OF

THESE." and I hit a furious blow to her head which knocked her

down she just crumpled like a sack. She was making a loud moaning

sound so I hit her a few more times on the head. On looking up

I realised that I had done this in full view of two taxi drivers

who were no more that 35 yards away up the right hand side of

the woodyard. Their cars were parked one behind the other facing

me. The drivers were stood talking to each other. I dragged

HELEN by the hands to the end of the woodyard. I then pulled off

her jeans and her knickers and her shoes or boots. She had stopped

moaning but she wasn't dead. I could see her eyes moving. She

held up her hand as though to ward off any further attack from

me.

I told her not to make any more noise and she would be alright.

By this time I was aroused sexually so I had intercourse with her.

I just undid my fly I spread her legs out and did it. It only

took a few minutes before I ejaculated inside her.

Her eyes appeared to be focusing on me when I was doing it but she

just layed there limp she didn't put anything in to it. When I'd

finished I got up and she began moaning once again and started to

move as well. We were out of sight of the taxi drivers but I knew

they could quite possibly have heard the sounds. I couldn't drive

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away for obvious reasons one being that she was still showing

signs of life. I was worried sick that I was about to be

discovered and was furious that she could not keep quiet. I

took my knife from my pocket, I think it was the one with the rosewood

handle which is probable still at home in my knifedrawer. I

plunged the knife into her ribs and again into her heart I did this

five or six times. Before I did this I had taken all her cloths

off apart her jumper. I threw these over the wall.

I dragged her by the arms to where I thought she would not be

discovered which was behind some bushes in a gap between a

woodpile and a wall. There wasnt much room I had to part lift

part pull her in. Then I covered her up with a piece of asbestos

sheet. I stayed in the woodyard for some minutes and when I

looked the taxi drivers had gone. I reversed out of the yard

and drove off. The operation had taken about half an hour. I

drove straight home. I found that I had some blood on one of my

fawn court shoes I rinsed it off.

I had my Levi jeans and I think I had a dark blue pullover on but

I couldnt see any blood on these.

I kept the hammer I'm not sure which one it was but I dont think

it was the walling hammer.

The urge inside me still diminished my actions when it came to

the fore. The next time I felt this way I payed another visit

to Manchester one evening a few months after RYTKA. I went there

in my Red Corsair to the Red light Area. When I got there there

was no sign of any girls so after reaching a night Club on a

corner in a small labyrinth of terraced houses about 3/4 mile square

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I took the 3rd left after the night club which was a long street

running from one end to the other of this area. I drove down to

the bottom end and there I saw a woman obviously waiting to be

picked up. It was VERA MILLWARD. I stopped and asked her if she

was doing business. She said "YES" but it would have to be in

the car. The price was £5 she got in and I drove off.

She told me where to drive and I followed her directions which led

us into a hospital grounds. I stopped the car in an area near a

narrow road from where I could see an Archway obviously used by

pedestrians. I parked up the car and suggested to her that it

would be better in the back. I dont think I'd payed her. She got

out of my car and went to the back door. I picked my hammer up

from under the seat and walked round the back of the car. As she

was opening the rear door I hit her on the head with the hammer

and she dived backwards past where I was stood. She was on her

hands and knees when I hit her again at least once. She fell flat

on her face. I pulled her by her wrists over to the edge

of the area where there was either a fence or bushes.

I took out my knife I was carrying I think it may have been the

same one I used on RYTKA but I'm not sure. I pulled her cloths up

and slashed her stomach either vertical or diagonal. It opened

up her stomach. Then I rolled her over onto her stomach and left

her lying there. I drove away. I think I had to reverse out to

get back again. I didnt get any blood on me on that occasion. I

think I was wearing my brown car coat which you've got.

Following MILLWARD the compulsion inside me seemed to lay

dormant but eventually the feeling came welling up and each time

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they were more random and indiscriminate. I now realized I had

the urge to kill any woman and I thought that this would eventually

get me caught but I think that in my sub-concious this was what I

really wanted.

The next one was JOSEPHINE WHITTAKER at Halifax. By this time I had

a black fast back Sunbeam Rapier NKU 888H. I had sold my red

Corsair to a Chap who lived in Eccleshill because it had a raggy

gear box. I drove to Halifax I'd been driving round aimlessly

the mood was in me and no woman was safe while I was in this

state of mind. Without realizing or without having a particular

destination I arrived in Halifax late at night.

I drove along through the centre passed the Bulls Head Round the

Roundabout past the Halifax Building Society. I came to a wide

road with a sweeping curve to it I took a right turn and eventually

came to a big open grass area. I just kept driving round this grassy

area untill I came to a row of Terrace Houses about 1/4 mile from

the grass area. I saw JOSEPHINE WHITTAKER walking up this street.

She was wearing a 3/4 length skirt and a jacket. I parked up in

this street with Terrace houses and started to follow her on foot

and I caught up with her after a couple of minutes. I realized

she was not a prostitute but at that time I wasnt bothered I just

wanted to kill a woman. When I caught up with her I started

talking to her. I asked her if she had far to go. She said,

"ITS QUITE A WALK" She didn't seem alarmed by my approach. I

continued walking alongside her and she started speaking to me

about having just left her Grandmothers and that she had considered

staying there but had decided to walk home. I asked her if she

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had considered learning to drive I think she said she rode a horse

and that it was a satisfactory form of transport. We were

approaching the open grassland area. She told me that she

normally took a short cut accross the field.

I said you don't know who you can trust these days. It sounds

a bit evil now there was I walking along with my hammer and a

big Phillips screwdriver in my pocket ready to do the

inevitable.

We both started to walk diagonally across the grass field we were

still talking when we were about 30 - 40 yards from the main road

I asked her what time it was on the clock tower which was to our

right. She looked at the clock and told me what time it was.

I forget the time she said. I said to her she must have good

eyesight and I lagged behind her pretending to look at the clock.

I took my hammer out of my pocket and hit her on the back of the

head twice she fell down and she made a loud groaning sound. To

my horror I saw a figure walking along the main road from my

right.

I took hold of her by the ankles and dragged her face down away

from the road further into the field. She was still moaning as I

did this. When I thought I was a safe distance from the road I

stopped. Then I heard voices from somewhere behind me to my

left. I saw at least two figures walking along the path accross

the field toward the Huddersfield Road. I forgot to mention that

on the way up to the grass we passed a man walking a dog. We

were within 5 feet of him. As these people were walking on the

path she was still moaning loudly. I took my screwdriver I

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remember I first pulled some of her clothing off. I was working

like lightening and it all a blur. I turned her over and stabbed

her numerous times in the chest and stomach with the screwdriver.

I was in a frenzy. After I'd stabbed her she stopped moaning. I

left her lying face down. I walked over to the main road but I

thought I saw someone coming up from the bottom so I went back

accross the field the way I had come and went to my car. I

drove home I dont think I had any blood on me but my feet were

covered in mud. I had my black boots on which had been worn

out and thrown in the bin. I had my old brown coat on that

night.

My urge to kill remained strong and was totally out of my control.

The next victim of mine was BARBARA LEACH at Bradford.

At that time September 1979 I had my Rover 3.5 FHY 400K. I think

I had been working on my car one Saturday night and I took it out

for a run. I had the urge which was in me and I went to look

for a victim. It was late so I drove straight into town and then

found myself going up by the University. When I reached the

Manville Arms I had just passed it when I saw a girl who I later

found out was BARBARA LEACH. She was walking up the road on my

left.

I drove past her and turned left into a wide street. I just

drove a few yards and stopped on the nearside. I was just going

to get out of the car when Miss LEACH turned the corner and

walked towards the car. She was walking at a very slow pace. She

was wearing jeans. She carried on walking past the car. I left

the car and followed her for several yards. I had my hammer out

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and I think I had my big screwdriver with me. When she reached

an entrance yard to a house I hit her on the head with the hammer

she fell down. She was moaning. I took hold of her by the

wrists or was it by the ankles and dragged her up this entrance to

the back of the house. She kept making loud moaning noises.

There was like a dustbin area at the rear of the house I

remember that I stabbed BARBARA with the screwdriver the same

one as WHITTAKER and I remember that I put her in the dustbin

area and covered her up with something but I was acting like

an Automition and I cant seem to remember the sequence of

actions. I think I was wearing my brown coat that night. When

I left her I went to my car and drove away and went straight home.

I remember I later threw the big screwdriver away over the

enbankment near the the lorry park on the westbound side of

Hartshead Service Station.

The last one I did was JACQUELINE HILL up at Headingly. This

was on a Monday night. I drove to Leeds on Leeds Bradford Road

straight through the traffic lights at Kirkstall up the hill to

Headingley. I was in my Rover. I saw a Kentucky Fried Chicken

Place. I parked up outside it and went in and bought some Fried

Chicken. I took it back to the car and ate it in the car. I had

parked in a car park at the back of the Kentucky Fried Chicken

Place.

When I'd had this I drove out to the traffic lights intending to

turn right at the main road but I found it was a no right turn

so I carried straight on through the lights. I turned right into

a road, Right again and came back to the main Road it was just

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a junction with no traffic lights.

I turned left on the main road (Otley Road). I was driving slowly

when I saw Miss HILL walking on the pavement to my right towards

the road I now know is Alma Road. I decided she was a likely victim.

I drove just past her turned right into Alma Road and parked in the

near side about 5 - six yards up and waited for her to pass. I saw

her walk up the right hand side of the road (Alma Road).

I got out of the car and followed about 3 yards behind her. As she

drew level with an opening on the right hand side I took my hammer

out of my pocket and struck her a blow on the head. She fell down

she was making a noise. By this time I was again in a world of my

own out of touch with reality. I dragged her I cannot remember

whether by the feet or the hands into the entrance to the spare land.

Just as I got there a car drove into Alma Road from Otley Road with

its headlights on. I threw myself to the ground so I wouldn't be

seen. The car passed. I can't imagine how I wasnt seen.

By now Miss HILL was moving about and I think I hit her once again

or maybe twice on the head. Then I dragged her further onto the

spare lane out of sight of the road. As I was doing this a girl

walked past the entrance I think she was walking up the road away

from Otley Road. I just stopped dead and waited for her to pass.

I pulled Miss HILL's cloths off most of them I had a screwdriver

on me I think it had a yellow handle and a bent blade. I stabbed

her in her lungs.

Her eyes were wide open and she seemed to be looking at me with

an accusing stare.

This shook me up a bit I jabbed the screwdriver into her eye but

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they stayed open and I felt worse than ever.

I left her lying on her back with her feet towards the entrance.

I think she was dead when I left. I went to my car and drove

up Alma Road to the top and turned round and drove back down to

Otley Road.

I remember that when I reached about halfway down someone walking

indicated to me that I was obviously going the wrong way down a

one way street but I carried on into Otley Road and turned left

I turned right at the lights and drove home.

The hammer I used on HILL was the one I dumped at Sheffield with

the knife I've told you about before.

I have read the above statement and I have been told that I can

correct alter or add anything I wish. This statement is true I

have made it of my own free will.

SGD: P W Sutcliffe WTD: J Boyle DI

P Smith DS 368 D A F O'Boyle DS 4169

Crown Copyright (where applicable)

[RichardB]

Most evil, I had to escort my Mother and Sisters everywhere at this time, only 16, but better with me, than alone ....

[dunsbyowl1867]

My mum used to be a visiting officer for the DHSS. A couple of weeks after they caught Sutcliffe she paid a visit to a woman who was was "unemployed" and claiming various benefits

To her surprise she was the very lucky woman in the car when they arrested him.

Must have been an interesting interview - "have you done any work since your last claim" etc.

[Sheffield History]

lol

True !

[RichardB]

Top of the News again.

[Mark House]

I lived at the YMCA around this time and remember the Hanover very well, it was like being in someones sitting room and there was a huge alsation. I also used to go in the Little Mesters and the some of the bar staff recalled serving the ripper (or so they said). I remember Olivia Rievers and her pockmarked face and as a 17-year old wondered why anyone would pay for that! We used to make fun of the 'ladies' as we merrily sauntered down Broomhall Road. Typical teenage bravado!