"How long did you stay in that public-house?"
"Until closing time."
"And how soon after you went in did you see the little man working the handle, or whatever it was?"
"A minute after I went in. As I went in the landlord was speakin', and before he finished what he had to say he pointed, and I looked up and saw Mr. Leigh."
"The next time you dog me, and tell a lie to get out of blame, tell a good lie."
"Mr. Timmons, what I tell you is as true as that there's daylight at noon."
"Tell a better lie next time, Stamer," said Timmons, shaking his minatory finger at the other.
"Strike me dead if it isn't true."
"Why, the man, Mr. Leigh, did not go back into the house at all last night. He and I went for a walk, and were more than half-a-mile away when a quarter past twelve struck."
"Has your Mr. Leigh a twin brother?"