He had not got corduroy trousers on that day, as stated.

He was not there at all: he was in the village, and he could call witnesses to prove it.

The Clerk reminded the audience that there was such a thing as imprisonment for perjury.
Then the defendant turned savagely on the first witness, and admitted the truth of his statement by asking what he said when collared in the lane.

'You said you had had a good lot lately, and didn't care if you was nailed this time.' 'Oh, what awful lies!' cried the wife.

'It's a wonder you don't fall dead!' 'You were not there,' the Clerk remarked quietly.