It did not take him long to discover that he had drawn another perfect blank. Trying to extract information from Janet Mackay was about as profitable as trying to squeeze water from a handful of Sahara sand. She knew nothing, and said less. After ten minutes of fruitless effort he gave it up.
"It's clear you know nothing!"
"I know the world is well rid of a selfish deevil."
"Tut, tut! Have you no respect for the dead?"
"Not a whit for him, dead or alive."
"How is Mrs. Varr?"
"Resting easier."
"Is her son with her still?"
"He went off somewhere an hour ago."
"That's all, then. Thank you."