A woman is found dead in the East end. It’s dark out, and it’s only by the light of his lamp that the police constable can see that her throat has been cut and she has been disembowelled. Two other men, both of them cart-drivers, are already reporting the body to another policeman, and word spreads to a doctor, who examines the body to officially declare her dead, and to specify that she must have died only half an hour before being found. The knowledge is unsettling. Buck’s Row is known to be home to some of the rougher Englishmen, but the violence and cruelty of this murder is something they are not used to. The police force had only been formed fifty-nine years prior.