If they had told about the mix-up with you and Chris last night, I might have thought they really believed Chris killed Marr--or suspected it.

As it stands, we know the whole thing is a black, rotten conspiracy." "But where's Chris ?" demanded Stella, trembling.
"We have none of us seen Chris--you want to remember that.

You won't have to lie, Stella--you didn't see him.

Pringle, I bank on you." "Sure! I can lie and stick to it, though I'm sadly out of practice," said Pringle.

"But hadn't we better fix up the same history to tell?
And where's your man Hargis that stays here?
Will he do ?" "Unsaddle and I'll tell you.