It would come up, and, under the influence of this impression I said: "Are you sure that he made no denial of this crime?
That does not seem like Arthur, guilty or innocent." "He made none in my presence and I was in the coroner's office when the ring was produced from its secret hiding-place and set down before him.

There was no open accusation made, but he must have understood the silence of all present.

He acknowledged some days ago, when confronted with the bottle found in Cuthbert Road, that he had taken both it and another from the club-house just before the storm began to rage that night." "The hour, the very hour!" I muttered.
"He entered and left by that upper hall window, or so he says; but he is not to be believed in all his statements.

Some of his declarations we know to be false." "Which ones?
Give me a specimen, Charlie.

Mention something he has said that you know to be false." "Well, it is hard to accuse a man of a direct lie.