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19 XIX: The SUN
Randolph Sidler, rabble-rousing journalist of the Correspondent's Society, rumourmonger and purveyor of high society scandal, a polemical member of the gutter press. His vitriolic reviews have brought tears and disgrace to many a sensitive young artistic talent, though Sidler's reportage has of late capitalised upon the unexplained spree of women murdered in the alleyways of the slums, that have defied all attempted interventions from the authorities.
A vicious-looking and pinched-face man in a somewhat battered bottle-green coat has arrived at the scene, a garish pink carnation pinned to his lapel. The man has the bloodshot eyes and ruddy-faced look of a drunkard, though he appears currently to be caught in the fervent thrill of investigative hypermania:
-hhhnnnggeehhh
(Sidler inhales a large pinchful of snuff)
- Well well well, this all seems too familiar! Another one, I take it, ripped and cut up in the street? Stand aside, aside! Now if I can just get a little closer, to spend some time with her - all the intimate doings, just for a few pictures of the corpse... the public have a right to see!
(Sidler beckons to an accompanying brigade of assistants bearing tripods, screens and photographic equipment)
