The gold pieces clinked between his fingers.

Coolly he shoved two glittering piles alongside the candle-stick, tumbled the rest back into the leather bag, deliberately tied the end, and smiled up into the face of the exasperated captain.
"To be sure you're not the man," he said, nodding his head until his elf-locks danced around his face.

"Of course you're not the man.

I know it--ho, ho! you can wager that I know it! A little ruse of mine, Captain Plum.

Pardonable--excusable, eh?
I wanted to know if you were a liar.