"There are more comfortable places than Scotland for hiding your diminished head," said Barker, who knew all about the arrest that had side-slipped.
"May be, but the fishing isn't so good. That's my approximate address. Two days will do me, I expect."
"Taking any one along?"
"No."
"I think you'd better. Think for a moment what a Highland rural policeman is like."
"He can always kill the fish by falling on it — but I don't think it will come to that. I may want some one to take the fish to London, though."
"All right. When are you going?"
"I'm going with the seven-thirty from King's Cross tonight, and I'll be in Inverness before ten tomorrow morning. After that I'll advise you."
"Right!" said Barker. "Good fishing! Don't get stuck on your own hooks."
Grant spent a considerable time arranging for the prosecution of the search in his absence. He had no guarantee that the man who had gone to Carninnish was Lamont. He was going after the suspect himself because he was the only man among the searchers who had actually set eves on the Levantine. But the search in London would go on as usual. The whole departure for Carninnish might be a huge bluff. Grant had a great respect for Mrs. Everett.