Chapter 24
JIMMY thought, as he walked home, that he was as far from the solution of the mystery as ever. Indeed, the veil behind which Kupie was hiding had been thickened by yet another impenetrable curtain. The gunman's story was bewildering, but he had evidently told the truth. Who was this man of thirty, with a voice like a gentleman? Rex? He dismissed the idea as being too absurd to consider.
Tod Haydn?
This sounded much more like the man. Tod was unknown to the Digger, though he remembered having heard of him and his exploits.
There was the barest possibility, however, that some record of the man existed at Scotland Yard. But Tod had never been convicted, he found— had never even been in the hands of the police; so there were neither photographs nor finger-prints by which he migh
