Watters yawned and stretched his arms, glancing at the clock. It was nearly two in the morning, and he had been reading the County police’s reports on the prisoners’ interrogations and trying to make sense of the case all night.
Most of the prisoners had been low-level distillers, men with scanty knowledge of what they were doing. Although they had heard of the Captain, none had claimed to have met him. None gave any further information about the theft of the Russian carriage or the murders of Stewart or Vlasov.
Only one of the County prisoners had given any helpful information when he said the man Watters arrested was named Jimmy Gordon.
That’s one step forward. Jimmy Gordon is the Captain.
That’s one step forward. Jimmy Gordon is the Captain.More worrying to Watters, his prize captur
