Oh, search me all you want to, first," he added, when he read the suspicion in Swan's eyes.
"Make yourself safe as yuh please, but give me a fair show.

You've made up your mind I'm the killer, and you've been fitting the evidence to me--or trying to." "It fits," Swan pointed out drily.
"You see if it does.

The dog'll tell you all about it in about two minutes if you give him a chance." Swan looked at him.

"Yack don't lie.

By golly, I raised that dog to trail, and he _trails_, you bet! He's cocker spaniel and bloodhound, and he knows things, that dog.