Keane was a thief. No question.
He was a thief.
Thirteen items prove it. Count them.
Thirteen .. !
The initial police investigation and the subsequent cold-case work proved shallow and self-serving. The police were inattentive to detail, careless with exhibits and lacking in both curiosity and ordinary everyday investigative nous. Yet they glowed in the interviewers’ attentions, despite being unable to offer anything new.
The interviewers themselves lacked perception, not bothering to study the inquest papers, unable to approach the mystery using anything other than the well-trodden paths. The ones that led in the wrong directions. He was a spy. She spoke Russian.
The newspapers and magazines here and abroad indulged in repetitive reporting. They published mistakes of fact so often they have become accepted as truth. Crucial facts are ignored, or glossed over, or not noticed.
The Coronial Inquest followed a stolid, well-tested administrative routine whilst remaining unaware of sworn evidence that would have changed its course.
And as far as Professor Derek Abbott is concerned, it would appear that his arduous quest to prove his wife and children are related to The Somerton Man is destined for some disappointment.
He was a thief. His name was Keane, initial T.
The proof of his trade was in his suitcase.
And he was in town to meet Prosper Thomson.