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.