Confessions of a Gentleman Killer
$13.99 – $16.95London, 1843
The papers call me “The Gentleman Killer.” I wrapped the throat of my first victim in a silk scarf. That’s what passes as a gentleman these days.
How do you reconcile a man capable of deep, tender love, a health reformer, assistant to the future British Prime Minister, and the son-in-law of a wealthy industrialist, but who kills in a blood rage? I’m told I have a philosopher’s mind, that I’m ambitious. Yet always there’s a downfall.
I leave judgement to you. My name is Kilcairn, and these are my confessions.