The news of the death of Alexander Ambrose Jannerat spread out like ripples on a pool. By noon a reporter from the Inglewood Gazette knew at least as much as Sergeant Easterbrook and relayed the information to his local master who thought it worth forwarding to the news editor of the Globe in Fleet Street, which was at the center of that powerful press network. The item rested for an hour amongst many others on a large metal desk, before an assistant decided that a story might lie behind the dead man’s scribbled message. On the off chance he ran a small paragraph, far down on the second news page. He was not optimistic, but the Sunday Globe, the sister paper, was short on crime that week and it could be worth a follow-up.
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