I was a young and impulsive vaudeville performer whose raw sexuality and uninhibited nature brought about the downfall of almost everyone I met. I married a respectable newspaper publisher, but soon drove him into insanity, climaxing in an incident in which I accidentally shot him to death. Found guilty of manslaughter, I escaped from justice with the help of my former pimp (whom I considered my father) and the son of my dead husband, who was also in love with me. After spending several months hiding in an illegal gambling den in France, I was nearly sold into slavery, my friends and I ended up living in squalor in a London garret. On Christmas Eve, driven into prostitution by poverty, I met my doom at the hands of Jack the Ripper... or did I?