Lennox nodded. “Yesterday. And he didn’t show up on the FBI’s wanted lists or we’d have heard by now. The only possibility seems to be a millionaire who vanished from his yacht a few years ago. The yacht was found off Florida with nobody on board. His wife’s body was later found washed ashore but he was never found and was presumed drowned. However, if he chose to fake his own death, he would have had the funds to do what this Mr. Roach did. And he is about the right build and coloring.”

“And perhaps his doctor came to warn him that someone was on his trail,” I suggested.

“Yes, it would certainly help to find out if a doctor who is known to us has been in Dublin. It’s too bad that there is no passport control between Ireland and England. He could have gone back to London or taken a ship out of Liverpool or Southampton by now. I’ll check with the shipping companies to see if any names come up.”

“And also see if Professor Peabody has left Ireland,” I said, making Lennox look up in surprise.

“Peabody? Who is he?”

“Someone calling himself Professor Peabody came to the archeological dig right outside the castle gates,” I said. “He claimed he was from the University of Southern Nebraska.”

Lennox frowned. “Oh right. You asked me about this yesterday. And I told you there was no such university. Peabody. We can see if anyone traveled under that name, or stayed under that name in Dublin.” He looked from Darcy to Zou Zou to me. “So that’s about all we can do for now. It’s a case of wait and see.”

“But you will give this information to the inspector, won’t you?” I said. “You will tell him that the man was almost definitely some kind of fugitive and the most likely reason he was killed was that somebody caught up with him. And that his death had nothing at all to do with Lord Kilhenny.”

Lennox made a face. “I’m afraid it’s not up to me to tell the police in a foreign country how to conduct their investigations. I have already reported to him the lack of fingerprints and the suspicion that he has had facial surgery, but it’s up to him what he concludes from that.”

I turned to Darcy. “We should go and see him ourselves. We have to tell him how your father’s fingerprints came to be on the club and suggest that he was framed.”

Darcy grimaced. “I don’t think he’d take kindly to a visit from us, telling him what he should be doing. It might have the opposite effect. You never know, he might decide to rush through my father’s trial before any information has time to come from America.”