CHAPTER EIGHTI
Macdonald put Inspector Jenkins on to the job of doing his best to elicit information at Paddington Station, observing that it was quite unlikely any information would be forthcoming, but forlorn hopes did occasionally bear fruit. The Chief Inspector himself set other wheels in motion. He rang up one of the police surgeons who was a personal friend of his own, saying “I’ve got to make inquiries about a chap in your line of country—a consultant at the Collegiate Hospital. I’ve no doubt you can find out what I want to know about him much more easily than I can—and he won’t be annoyed by hearing that the police are collecting data about him.”
“Umps…” said the voice at the other end of the line. “Are you talking about Ross Lane? I noticed he’d had the misfortune to come across
