CHAPTER VII

/When/ a nimble old man dropped from a high wall at midnight and, stopping only to wipe the blood from his hands--for he had come upon a guard patrolling the grounds in his flight--and walked briskly towards London, peering into every side lane for the small car that had been left for him, he brought a new complication into many lives, and for three people at least marked the date of their passing in the Book of Fate. Police headquarters were not slow to employ the press to advertise their wants. But the escape fro…