“Yes, sir, I had, and a good thing, too. Now, you see how completely I've got the dead wood on you. I thought it only fair and sportsmanlike”—Bagley's eyes gleamed facetiously—“to let you know before I notify the police. But if you can disappear again before I do that, it'll be a mighty quick disappearance.”
He started for the hall, to leave the house.
Turl arrested him by a slight laugh of amusement. “You'll have a simple task proving that I am Murray Davenport.”
“We'll see about that. I guess I can explain the transformation well enough to convince the authorities.”
“They'll be sure to believe you. They're invariably so credulous—and the story is so probable.”
“You made it probable enough when you told it awhile ago, even though I couldn't catch it all. You can make it as probable again.”
“But I sha'n't have to tell it again. As the accused person, I sha'n't have to say a word beyond denying the identity. If any talking is necessary, I shall have a clever lawyer to do it.”
“Well, I can swear to what I heard from your own lips.”
“Through a keyhole? Such a long story? so full of details? Your having heard it in that manner will add to its credibility, I'm sure.”
“I can swear I recognize you as Murray Davenport.”