I say there's been a--a misunderstanding about--er-- corpses.

Now, _cher maitre_, what do you think of my position ?" Mr.Oxford drummed lightly on the table.
"I don't know," said Priam.

Which was another lie.
"You _are_ Priam Farll, aren't you ?" Mr.Oxford persisted.
"Well, if you will have it," said Priam savagely, "I am.

And now you know!" Mr.Oxford let his smile go.

He had held it for an incredible time.