Yet I had pulled the spindle around the face of the dial to a point which recorded for me a total of sixteen pounds and odd ounces more than his penny had registered for him.
If he was fat, unmistakably and conclusively fat and he was--what then was I?
In Troy weight--Troy where the hay scales come from--the answer was written.

I was fat as fat, or else the machine had lied.

And as between me and that machine I could pick the liar at the first pick..