Of course what I looked at was a dead face in the coffin, a dead face that was seared and burned.

But anyway, I was already convinced that he was not the man.

I am not sure what I should have thought if I had met him alive upon the street." Lacy appeared amused, crossing the room, and expectorating into the open stove.
"You fellows make me laugh," he said grimly.

"I am hardly idiot enough to be taken in by that sort of old wives' tale.

However, if that is your story stick to it--but if you were to ever tell it in court, it would take a jury about five minutes to bring in their verdict.