No one in Whitechapel, no matter what their trade, could afford grapes. Obviously, they...

Abberline:
[about Polly's murder]
I'm waiting for the police surgeon's report for more details. Sir Charles Warren:
[sits at his desk while smoking a cigarette]
I see. Well, one thing's for certain; an Englishman didn't do it. [Warren pulls up a newspaper clipping of American Natives] Sir Charles Warren:
Maybe one of these Red Indians wandered into Whitechapel and indulged his natural inclinations. [Abberline looks doubtfully at the drawing] Abberline:
With all due respect, sir, I believe this was done by someone with at least a working knowledge of dissection. An educated man, such as a doctor... Sir Charles Warren:
[quickly interjects]
An educated man? That's preposterous! No well-bred man would do this! [pause] Sir Charles Warren:
Probably a tradesman or a butcher... Abberline:
[nods]
A tradesman is a possibility, sir, yes... [pause] Abberline:
But there's a strong indication against it. There was a sprig of grapes under her body. Sir Charles Warren:
What are you driving at? Abberline:
No one in Whitechapel, no matter what their trade, could afford grapes. Obviously, they were given to her by the killer. It follows that he must be someone with money