CHAPTER 10
One of those amazing things which so rarely happen, that fifty-thousand-to-one-against chance, had materialized, and the high chiefs of Scotland Yard grew apoplectic as they asked the why and the wherefore. A man wanted by the police on a charge of murder had walked through a most elaborate cordon. River police had shut off the waterway; detectives and uniform men had formed a circle through which it was impossible to escape; yet the wanted man had, by the oddest chance, passed between two detectives who had mistaken him for somebody they knew.
Whilst Reeder was waiting at Scotland Yard he explained in greater detail the genesis of his suspicion.
“The inquiries I made showed me that Attymar was never seen in daylight, except by his crew, and then only in the fading light. He
