If you would have your lie believed, tell a great one.
Charles, more credulous and gullible than I should have believed, turned to Hymbercourt.

He spoke reverentially, being, you understand, in the presence of a miracle:-- "This is a wondrous happening, my lord," said the duke.
"If it happened, Your Grace," returned Hymbercourt, "it certainly was marvellous." "Don't you think it did happen?
Do not you believe that this bolt came from the hand that was seen by these worthy friars ?" asked the duke.
"The shaft surely did not come from a just God, my lord," returned Hymbercourt.
"Whence, then, did it come ?" asked the duke.

"No arquebuse has been found, and a careful scrutiny has been made." "Aye!" echoed the friars.

"Whence else did it come?
Whence, my Lord d'Hymbercourt, whence ?" I had noticed our Irish servant Michael standing near one of the friars.
At this point in the conversation the Irishman plucked me by the sleeve, pointed to a friar, and whispered a word in my ear.

Like a stone from a catapult I sprang on the friar indicated, threw him to the ground, and drew from under his black cassock an arquebuse.
"Here is the shaft from God!" I exclaimed, holding the arquebuse up to view.