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Grant had got little information from Andy, the mail-car driver, not because the driver was ignorant--after all, he had presumably driven Lamont these thirty-six miles over the hills only two days before--but because Andy's desire to find out all about himself was, surprisingly enough, just as strong as his to find out about Lamont, and he brushed aside Grant's most hopeful leads with a monosyllable or a movement of his head, and produced instead leads of his own. It was a game that soon palled, and Grant had given him up long before he had resigned himself to knowing no more of Grant. And now the landlord of the Garnie Hotel, interviewed in the porch after breakfast, proved equally unhelpful, this time through genuine ignorance. Where the mail-driver would have been intensely interested in whatever happened at Carninnish, which was his home and his resting-place each night, the landlord was interested only in Garnie, and in Garnie only as it affected his hotel.
"Come for some fishing, sir?" he said, and Grant said yes, that he had thoughts of fishing the Finley if that were possible.