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Blissfully ignorant of the fact that the aim of the law was reaching for him, Keen was making his final plans for the biggest coup of his hitherto successful career. So far as he could see there was no flaw in his armour anywhere, and if this thing was accomplished as he hoped, then he was prepared to lie up in the odour of sanctity and respectability for the rest of his life. He had managed, after a deal of scheming, to obtain an invitation to Abbotsfield Park on the occasion of the birthday celebrations under the cloak of his fame as a well-known naturalist, so the rest should be easy. This was something in the way of a masterstroke, and probably quite new in the way of criminal strategy.
He was perfectly safe, because, so far as he knew, there was not a single individual in the world who could connect the City man Keen, with the entomologist, Moon, who had made such a great reputation for himself during the last few years. As a matter of fact, the rising of Moon's fame had been a comparatively recent one, and synchronised, more or less, with certain events which happened in Brazil about 17 years ago.