Bliss had discovered by painful experience that The Ringer had extraordinary sources of information; it was pretty certain that he was, in some rôle or other, in the closest touch with the great underworld of London. It was equally certain that none of the men he employed had the least idea of his identity. There was a reward offered for his capture, and the average criminal would sell his own brother at a price--especially if he were certain that no kick was coming from the associates of the man betrayed. Who was …
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