"Sure."
"Clinch," continued Lannis, have you heard about a stick-up on this wood-road out of Ghost Lake?"
"No."
"Well, a wealthy tourist from New York — a Mr. Sard, stopping at Ghost
Lake Inn — was held up and robbed last Saturday toward sundown."
"Never heard of him," said Clinch, calmly.
"The robber took four thousand dollars in bills and some private papers from him."
"It's no skin off my shins," remarked Clinch.
"He's laid a complaint."
"Yes?"
"Have any strangers been here since Saturday evening?"