That is the situation in a nutshell.

I am merely accompanying her to make sure that she gets a square deal." His jaw sagged, and his eyes wandered.
"Oh, hell," he managed to articulate.

"What is your real game ?" "Exactly as I have stated it, Coombs.

To the best of my knowledge Philip Henley is dead--at least he has disappeared--and his widow is the rightful heir to this estate." "Wal, I reckon he ain't dead--not by a jugful." I felt the hot blood pump in my veins.

Did the man know this to be true, or was he merely making the claim for effect?
"That, of course, remains to be proven," I returned smilingly.
"Oh, does it, now! So does this yer wife business, to my thinkin'.
Wal, it won't take long ter settle the matter, believe me.