Ugly Truth?

Well, I never... and poor Mr. Warren suffering so, just don't seem right somehows. Best to hav' it out in the open, don' see how it will hurt anyways... Mrs. Bennett reads the note to Warren, as suspected, and carries it up to the still sickly Warren, along with the late addition of the Central News Agency paper. Knocking gently, she enters the room, finding Warren attempting to sit up without much success. Oh, deary, you should hav' rung the bell! I...can...manage Mrs. Bennett. Hmm, you are a stubborn policeman. I...imagine, you've come...for another...reason. Warren finally settles on a position in bed. Yes, several, in fact. One, to see how your are, which I hav' e-stablished, two bring'n you the late addition and boy you won't believe what is on the front page! A letter from The Killer himself...Jack! What?! What did you just say? Yes, and he says he's ready to kill again, again he says, knife sharpened, and he will take more souvenirs. Can ye' believe it?! Oh god, the nightmare will never end. As you say, Mr. Warren, it won't. Sorry to say it sir, but there it tis; just don't think you'll catch 'em. I bet he will be killing again any day now...oh! nearly forgot... and three, you got a letter from your University friend Jackson. Don't reckon we'll be see'n 'em now. Said he's sorry your sick in all, but he's got business to deal with and...Thanks Mrs. Bennett, I'll read it for myself. Can I get you anything? No, I think you've done enough for today...I really need to rest. As you say, get your rest deary.
Glorious silence once again. Warren was torn on which item to read first, both critical to the current situation. He choose Jack's note first.

                 Hello ol' bean-

                              Sorry to hear you're under the weather. Dashed awkward on timing,
                 but there it is. I have urgent business that needs my immediate attention. Your
                 situation seems grave, I do hope the Doctor finds a proper cure. I'll be in
                 touch, when I have news.

                                                      In sincerity-

                                                           Jackson 

So, he isn't coming by after all...I wonder why? Wait...a minute...how do I know this is from Jack; he doesn't know where I live. He knows I'm sick too, that seems strange...well, there is Mrs. Bennett, but still. None of this makes sense...reading the published letter makes Warren feel a chill in his bones. Jack...The Ripper. Can this be a coincidence? Jack, Jackson, Jack the Ripper...good god! did he make me sick because I know who he really is? Why not just rip my guts out or maybe...he has something special in store for me...