Jack The Ripper Suspect
For the theory that Miles was the Whitechapel murderer known as Jack the Ripper, see Thomas Toughill's 'The Ripper Code' (The History Press 2008). Given that at the time of the murders he was at the asylum at Brislington, over 120 miles (190 km) away from Whitechapel and was suffering from a disease that would cause dementia, seizures and disfigurement, this would make it difficult for him to have escaped from the asylum, travelled unnoticed to London, committed his murders, travelled back and broken back in to the asylum undetected. He also does not match the physical descriptions of suspects, particularly concerning his height. Most descriptions of Jack the Ripper have him between 5 feet 5 inches and 5 feet 7 inches, and most frequently described as "stout" whereas Miles was tall, of athletic build and keen on sport, particularly tennis.
An FBI profile of Jack the Ripper describes him as follows
...had difficulty in interacting with people in general and women in particular, blended in with his surroundings, had poor personal hygiene and appeared disheveled, was a quiet loner, withdrawn and asocial, was of lower social class, was the product of a broken home, raised by a dominant female figure who drank heavily and consorted with different men...
This description is almost the exact opposite of a distinctively tall, well-dressed and handsome man from a well-connected, upper-class family, brought up in a secure home and leading the life of a gentleman.
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