CHAPTER VIIIMacdonald’s brain-wave over consulting Attleton’s masseur bore fruit in an identification, which, if not absolutely positive, was sufficiently so to weigh the scales of probability almost to a certainty.
The bath-attendant and masseur who had pommelled Attleton regularly after his baths was a man named Jennings, a cool, steady-headed, competent fellow, who undertook the task set him without fuss or protestation. He said frankly that he could not swear to an identification, but was sure of it in his own mind. The very fact that Attleton’s body had no scar, or birthmark, or other distinctive mark, made him the more certain he was right. Nearly every one, he found, had some distinguishing mark—but not Mr. Attleton. Jennings it was who suggested consulting the chiropodist who had
