Them other post-office fellows never had no truck with Stanley--never so much as heard of him.

Zurich's here.
He had the disposition, the motive, the opportunity, and the habit.
Besides, he sold you a shoddy coat once.

Forgotten that ?'" Pete paused to glower over that coat; and young Mitchell, big-eyed and gasping, seized the chance to put in a word: "You're an ingenious old nightmare, pardner--you almost make it convincing.

But Great Scott, man! Can't you see that your fine, plausible theory is all built on surmise and wild conjecture?
You haven't got a leg to stand on--not one single fact!" "Whilst I was first a-constructing this ingenious theory your objection might have carried force; for I didn't have a fact to stand on, as you observe.

I conjectured round pretty spry, too.