I'll give you a lift." I looked at Tom; he, of course, was ready for anything that would save trouble, so we clambered up beside the stranger.
"There was a wreck there yesterday, I've heard," said he, after we had gone a few yards, "and an inquest, and, by the tale I heard, a lot of lies told." I started.

The man did not notice it, but continued-- "Maybe you've heard of it.

Well, it's a rum world, and a fine lot of lies gets told every day, but you don't often get so accomplished a liar as that chap--what's his name?
Blessed if I can tackle it; not but what it's another lie, I'll wager." I was listening intently.

He continued more to himself than to us-- "An amazing liar, though I wonder what his game was.

It beats me; beats me altogether.