He's dead. So says his own newspaper, the Glasgow Gazette: Douglas Brodie, 25th January 1912-20th July 1947. Just 4 weeks before, a senior banker was kidnapped. Brodie delivered the ransom money on the instructions of the abducted man's wife, but the drop went disastrously wrong. Brodie was coshed in the kidnapper's den. He woke with a gun in his hand next to a very dead banker with a bullet in his head. The case against Brodie is watertight: the bullet comes from his own revolver, the banker's wife denies knowing him, and his pockets are stuffed with ransom notes. In an apparant act of desperation, Brodie cheats justice by committing suicide in his prison cell. Could this be the sordid end for a distinguished ex-copper, decorated soldier and man of parts?