Collier was preoccupied on a phone call from Detective Inspector Ellis Smyth from Scotland Yard when Sergeant Snowden popped his head around the opened door to his office. Waving him in, he directed him towards the two chairs in front of his desk. “So, the dead man hasn’t been identified yet?” He swiveled his chair around to open the notebook on the table behind him.
“Not yet. What we have is a wardrobe steamer trunk that had been sent from Bournemouth on November 16 containing his body, the dead man’s fingerprints and several prints lifted from the trunk,” Smyth replied.
“There must be a record of who sent it.”
Smyth chuckled on the other end of the line. “Funny you should ask. Does the na...